Chapter 3

I blink my eyes open, the heaviness of them not lost on me. My body is cold, and I shiver as the cool air conditioner hits my cock. I stiffen, looking around the room frantically and sitting up in bed just to find it empty. Thank fucking God for that, because if the stickiness coming out of my ass is any indication, last night wasn't a dream after all.

Even though I'm not exactly freaking out right now, I know it's imminent. I did let a guy fuck me, after all. Not only have I never done that before, but it's never even crossed my mind in the first place. Yet something about him last night drew me in, like there was a magnetic pull between us, and I was helpless to stop it.

My lip throbs to the beat of my heart as I lick over it, and when I lift my hand to touch it, I realize there's a scab on it. Sam—no, Kaelin—bit it last night, and it hurt like a motherfucker. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little scared to look at myself in the mirror right now. I'm sore in places I didn't even know could be sore before now, and it feels like my entire torso is bruised. Also, what the fuck was up with him last night, making me call him Kaelin? Is it his middle name? He's never insisted on it before, and it's fucking weird. But I wasn't thinking clearly last night, that much is obvious.

I force myself out of bed and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I flip on the light and stare at myself in the mirror, gasping at what I see. My eyes are wide in horror as I turn my body to inspect the bruises and bites marring my skin. There's dry blood smeared on my chin, my neck, and my abs, as well as random red marks all over me.

What. The. Fuck .

It looks like I was attacked.

And maybe I was. After all, I have no idea what's normal and what's not when it comes to sleeping with the same sex. But I take a deep breath and close my eyes, ready to wash the evidence of this night down the drain. I don't even know how I'm going to face Sam—"Kaelin"—when he comes back, but maybe not being here will save me from having to deal with it right now.

Turning the handle in the shower, I wait for the water to warm up before getting in. Drops cascade down my body as I tip my head back to wash my hair, and when I look down, I see pink going down the drain. I swallow hard, wincing when the water hits my chest, the pressure almost unbearable on my bruises. Fucking hell. He really did a number on me. I knew he was a bit of a freak when I first met him, but this is on another level of fucked up. And what's worse is that I enjoyed every second of it. Until now .

He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down hard, making me taste blood immediately, then lets go slowly. I gasp and lick my bleeding lip, tasting the strong copper on my tongue. It stings like nothing I've ever felt before, and I feel it dripping down my lip and onto my chin.

Kaelin bites and licks down my body, eliciting goosebumps with every pass of his tongue over my flesh, and my eyes roll to the back of my head when he gets to the tip of my cock.

"Oh, fuck," I whisper when he flicks his tongue against it. "Yes, please."

"Mmmm," he moans as he licks my cock from root to tip, getting me wet. "More?"

"Please."

"Beg me," he says softly. "Beg for it."

I really don't want to face him right now, which means I have to get out of here as quickly as possible. So I lather my body with soap and rinse off, then dry myself at record speed. By the time I'm exiting the dorm room, I've already texted all my friends to meet me at the cafeteria for breakfast.

It's quiet here this morning, and it's clear that people are either still drunk or massively hungover because there's probably only ten of us. I've been sitting with my untouched oatmeal and scrambled eggs for about fifteen minutes, when Candace and Maria finally make an appearance, Ian and Noah not far behind.

"Bro—your lip!" Noah gasps as he sits next to me, and I grimace. "Did you get into a fight on the way home?"

"Yeah." I lie. "Some guy punched me on the way into the dorms."

"Gnarly." Candace's eyes are wide. "Should've stayed with me, baby. Maria and I had fun." Her and Maria exchange sultry looks and then direct their gazes back to me.

"I bet," I deadpan, remembering how they were making out on Maria's bed, practically humping each other. "But is anyone going to talk about what happened last night?"

"Which part?" Ian asks, his blue eyes narrowing. "The part where we didn't want to be there anymore?"

"No." I shake my head. "How about the part where we didn't fucking say goodbye ?"

Ian and Noah look back at Maria and Candace, who are visibly shaken now. "What the fuck do you mean?" Noah asks.

"One very important rule to playing with Ouija boards— always say goodbye," I say through gritted teeth. "So, Candi—did you find it?"

"Find what?" Noah interrupts again, further pissing me off. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply, trying not to freak the fuck out. " Candace ," he snaps, and she whimpers.

"No." Candace's voice shakes on the word. "I didn't find the board. Maybe someone took it. Maybe?—"

"What do you mean, you can't find it?" Noah raises his voice even more until people are staring at us, and I give him a look that pretty much tells him to shut up. Except he doesn't get the hint. "Wait—you lost the fucking board?"

"Y-y-yes," Candace whispers. "It's gone."

"Whatever—" Ian snaps. "What's the worst that could happen? It's just some stupid board. Probably another cheerleader is pissed at y'all and took it to get back at you."

"Yeah, that's probably it," Maria says, rubbing Candi's shoulder in a soothing motion. "Don't worry, babe. We'll find it."

"Even if you do," I say slowly, "it might be too late to say goodbye to the same spirit. What if he's not even in the house anymore?"

"And where the fuck would he be?" Noah asks.

"What if—" Ian whispers, looking between all of us. "What if he's inside someone?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I see something black. What looks to be a shadow, but when I turn, it's no longer there. My hands begin to shake, and I swallow hard. "Why the fuck would you say that?" I snap, running a hand down my face, just to wince at the pain in my lip. "Are you trying to freak them out?"

"No," Ian replies with wide eyes. "Just thinking of all the possibilities."

"That's slim to none," I sigh. "That thing is probably still in your room, Maria. Probably jacking off to you fucking around with Candace."

"Ew, pervert," Maria gasps. "That's disgusting ."

"Okay, that's weird, even for you." Candace rolls her eyes. "Although I can't deny it was pretty damn hot."

"So what, y'all are together now?" Ian asks them.

"Hell no." Candi looks right at me. "Jer and I are still together."

I laugh at that, because the fucking nerve of this bitch. She cheats on me right in front of my face and thinks we're still together. Not that I didn't cheat on her last night—but still. "I don't think that's how it works, Candi babe."

"Oh, hell no," Candace growls, and Maria gasps. "Are you breaking up with me?" The screech coming out of her is inhuman. "You can't fucking do that, Jeremiah. We're meant to be. I'm a cheerleader and you're?—"

"A quarterback." I roll my eyes this time. "Yeah, yeah. Not the first time you sang this tune. I know it by heart, babe. But you're missing one simple little detail."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"I slept with someone else last night too." I grin, feeling my lip split all over again. Goddamnit . I lick over it, tasting the blood, and Maria makes a face that lets me know she thinks it's gross.

"No fucking way—" she gasps.

"Oh, bro!" Ian laughs, his whole body shaking with it.

"Jer." Noah's jaw drops. "No way you did that."

"I did." I shrug. "She started it."

"You are fucking petty." Candace's bottom lip trembles. "I can't fucking believe you right now. But, baby, I'll forgive you. It's okay. We can move past this?—"

"Well, I don't forgive you," I sigh. "I don't want to move past it, Candi."

"You're just not meant to be, Candace." Ian mocks, and I elbow him in the side—hard. "Ow, bitch. What the fuck was that for?"

"Stop trying to douse the fire," I groan. "I'm not trying to hurt you?—"

"Oh, so you break up with me in front of everyone?" She narrows her eyes on my face. "What's wrong with you?"

The truth is, I don't know. I guess fucking around with a guy affected me more than I thought, because now I can't see myself with her anymore. Only him. Even after the way I felt this morning, I know there's no way I can move past that without at least a conversation. And if I'm being honest, I kind of want a repeat. For research, of course. Just to find out if it'll be just as good if I'm not drunk.

"I'm sorry," I reply with a sad smile. "Maybe we can try again later on. But I need time to heal."

Noah and Ian begin to laugh, and I chuckle. Candace and Maria both narrow their eyes on me. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" Candi asks, but I know it's rhetorical, so I don't reply.

"We're out of here," Maria says angrily. "Let us know if any of you twats see that stupid board."

"I'm done looking for it." Candace lets us all know. "Fuck all of you."

"You too, babe ." Noah grins. "Bye."

"Y'all are fucking assholes, you know that?" Ian mocks them, laughing, and Maria huffs, then walks away. Candace stays a moment longer, getting up from her seat across from me slowly.

"You're gonna pay for this," she growls.

"I am?" I ask with fake wide eyes. "We'll see."

And with that, she walks away.

"Alright, this has been fun," Ian says with a sigh, and when I look at this plate, it's been wiped clean. How the fuck did he manage to eat all that during this fight? "But I wanna go back to bed."

"Alright." I nod, because same. "See ya."

After Noah and I are alone, I know he's going to have questions. So I brace myself for them. What the hell am I gonna say? Will I tell him I slept with a guy? And loved it? I mean, I don't think he'll judge me?—

"So, which one of the cheerleaders did you bang last night?" he asks with a grin, turning his body toward me.

"I didn't," I sigh. "It was?—"

"You fucked a peasant?" he mock gasps. "Jeremiah!"

"I fucked a guy." I gulp, and his eyes widen. Then he begins to laugh at me. "Stop it—" I growl.

"Wait, you're serious ?"

"Dead fucking serious." Well, a guy fucked me , technically. But I'm not about to divulge that little detail.

"I didn't know you liked guys?" he says, but it sounds more like a question. "Since when?"

"Since last night?" I sigh. "I've never even looked at a guy that way before. Maybe it was a fluke?—"

"You were pretty drunk." Noah smirks. "Maybe that's all it was."

I shrug, but I highly doubt it. I've never had that much chemistry with anyone before. It's as if he knew all the right buttons to push—literally. And when he found my prostate, I'm pretty sure I saw God. I went to heaven and back. I blacked the fuck out.

"Maybe," I say slowly. "But I think?—"

"Who was it?" He raises an eyebrow at me, and I look away.

Do I really want to tell him? It's bad enough that he left me before I woke up. And now I have to face him when I get back. I'm sure of it. "Sam." There's no way I'm telling him the little piece of information about the name he wants me to call him now.

"Your fucking roommate?!" he gasps. "Rookie move, Jer."

"I know." I slap my forehead. "I was drunk as fuck, and he was so hot last night, you don't understand. And the guy can really suck dick."

"Okay. Too much information." But he's laughing, so I know he's just making light of the situation. "Sounds like you enjoyed it."

"I loved it," I groan. "Does that make me gay?"

"Bi." He affirms. "You still like girls. I mean, you do, right?"

"Right."

But the question is—does it matter anymore? Because all I know is that I want to find out just how deep my attraction goes for this guy.

And I plan on doing it tonight.