Page 8 of Foul & Fake
My roommate might grill you a little bit, and since you’re not asking shit, I’ll just tell you. I’m majoring in photography. My favorite color is blue. I don’t have a favorite food, there’s too many amazing options out there to pick, but my favorite ice cream is mint chip and I will argue its defense like that sister was a witch dude. Grow up, Doug. My favorite movie is The Emperor's New Groove. Favorite show is Parks and Recreation because “treat yo self” is a motto we all need. Umm oh, my sister’s name is Juliana, she’s a sophomore here. My dad is Ricky and retired from the MLS when I was like eleven or so. I’m not allergic to anything and my dick is just shy of eight inches but I already told Vito we haven’t fucked yet so you don’t have to pretend to know more than that. Study up, cupcake.
Oh, and you should probably know I'm a defender. #5
Even more reason not to fuck him. I’m not a champ, and eight inches sounds like a one-way trip to a grave. But I have to admit, I’m relieved to know he’s telling people at least a little bit of the truth. It’ll make it easier to show less affection if people know we’re not intimate like that.
Me
You know I have no idea what that means, right? I know what a soccer ball is and what a goal looks like, but that’s where my soccer knowledge ends. I hope you didn’t tell your friends I was a fan.
Soccer Boy
I assumed you weren’t, but you’re going to have to come watch me play eventually.
Me
How long do we have to do this?
Soccer Boy
Until we’re married.
The smile it brings to my face makes me want to stab him. I shouldn’t be feeling anything at all but irritation, yet here I am, grinning and blushing over text messages, picturing the way he laughs atParks and Rec.
It’s dangerous and stupid.
Grateful no one can see the redness in my cheeks, I lay back on my bed and stare at the ceiling, wondering how long I can actually keep this up — and maybe more importantly, what Dennis is going to say when I tell him. We aren’t emotionally involved, but we are exclusive. It was easier that way for both of us. We can get what we need, blow off a little steam, but we’re not obligated to go to each other’s family gatherings or ask about each other’s day. It’s neat, clean, and I’ve never once had to wonder if I had feelings for him or not, because I don’t.
But with Elias, everything is different. It feels like chaos and lunacy, the two things I try to stay away from, and every minute that passes just seems to make it worse.
I’m not sure I’m bracing myself quite hard enough.
Chapter 4
Bet
ELIAS
Yeah, I’m not going to make it until tonight to see her. Not because I have a crush on her or anything, but I’m worried she’s going to fuck this up in front of everyone, so we need some more face time before the guys see right through us.
After my classes, I rush home to take another shower because I have every intention of ending up in her bed, then grab us some carne asada burritos without cilantro. I prefer it in mine, but I didn’t want them fucking up hers so I went with none all around and then let myself into her dorm room.
It’s empty.
I should probably text her that I’m here before our food gets cold, but I barely have enough time to kick off my shoes and make myself comfortable on her bed before the door opens and she walks inside. Only, she isn’t alone. “What the fuck, Riley?”
He looks like an alright dude if vanilla is your favorite flavor, but I don’t care. She’s mine now.
She balks at me as tall, dark and boring raises his stupid eyebrows. “You’re what-the-fucking me when you’re the one who broke into my dorm again?” she asks, checking her phone and seeing no missed texts from me. “Not even a warning?”
“I brought burritos and you brought your ex fuck-buddy so yeah, I’m what-the-fucking you.” I stand up and move closer to size the guy up, because I may not have shoes on, but I’m no bitch. I have to prepare myself for a fight. “What’s your name, dude?”
“Dennis Miley. I already know yours.”
As he should, but I cannot focus on that right now. “Miley? Your last name is Miley?”
I turn my gaze on Riley with a shit-eating grin, one that nearly vanishes when she says, “He’s mycurrentfuck-buddy if you want to be specific, but yes. I brought him to my room because it’smyroom. Why are you laughing?”
“Seriously? You agreed to go out with me which means our fuck-buddies got the axe,Riley Miley. Thank you for your services, Darius, but I got it from here.”
