Page 1 of Sinister
Chapter 1
Josh
There was something about Halloween that turned people into a bunch of damn lunatics. Maybe it was the atmosphere. Maybe some people felt they could finally embrace their true natures. I had no fucking idea, but it irked my nerves year after year. And every year, things just got more and more ridiculous.
And my best friend of twelve years was no exception to the lunatic thing. Every year, he took the opportunity to dress up, get drunk, and fuck like it was his life’s mission. And he turned wild. Well, wilder than usual. Derrick had always been a wild child, but compared to how he acted around this time of year, he might as well have just been normal.
He and I had met when Derrick moved to the small town I’d grown up in for most of my childhood back in second grade. And we’d clicked instantly. He was outgoing, and I was a bit quiet and reserved, but somehow, that worked for us. He brought me out of my shell and helped me be more open-minded, and I was his voice of reason when he was being too obnoxious.
Then, when I figured out that I had zero interest in girls and a shit ton of interest in guys, Derrick was the first person I told. And he hadn’t judged me a single bit. Instead, he’d said, and I quote, “Well, that works perfectly. You can get me all the hot chicks, and I’ll get you all the hot guys.”
I’d snorted, but to this day, he was still right about that. When we went anywhere, Derrick seemed to attract all the gay guys, and for some reason, I attracted all the girls. And we just hooked each other up.
But one thing I didn’t do was parties. Normally, Derrick completely respected that, but for some reason, as we made our way into our psychology class, he was adamant that I needed to go to this stupid party with him. I had no idea why. And he was not respecting my ‘no parties’ rule.
“Why?” I groaned as I dropped into my seat, reaching up to rub my temples. He was my best friend, but he knew how to evoke a headache better than anyone else I knew. “You know that I don’t do parties, Derrick.”
“Bro, come on,” he groaned, almost whining. I rolled my eyes. “Fucking live a little, yeah?” I snorted. I ‘lived a little’ all the goddamn time. “This party is supposed to be epic as fuck. You can even get laid. When’s the last time you got laid, Josh?”
“Last night,” I reminded him, turning my head to arch my brow at him. He was the one that had walked in on me getting my dick sucked by a cute as fuck little twink, after all.
He waved me off, not even flinching at the reminder. In fact, when he’d walked in on it, he’d just winked at me, shot me a thumbs-up, and quietly slipped back out without the twink even being aware that we’d been interrupted. “I mean actually got ass, bro, and didn’t just get your dick sucked.”
I ignored him because even he knew it had been a while. Not by choice though. All I seemed to attract were twinks because of my more muscular stature. While I was content being a switch, I couldn’t get a guy to fuck me. And I was tired of being the one always doing the fucking. So, I’d been settling for blow jobs and hand jobs.
Besides, adding more fuel to Derrick’s argument wasn’t needed. While he knew I hadn’t been fucked like I wanted in months—fuck, had it been a year?—I wouldn’t confirm it just to give him more ammunition to use against me.
“And what’s going to make this party so fucking epic that I can’t miss it like I have every other party?” I asked, turning my head to face him again.
He shrugged. “Nothing.” I shot him a deadpan look. At least he hadn’t lied. I could always count on that, at least. Derrick had never lied to me. Even if what he said made us fight sometimes, even throw fists, I could always count on him to be truthful and loyal. “Look, I’m tired of going by myself. It’s no fucking fun. Sure, we’ll probably part ways at some point, but you need to go to at least one party in your life, Josh.”
I sighed and rubbed my temples again, my head beginning to pound. “If I promise to go to this dumb as fuck party with you, will you promise to never try to get me to go to another one again?” I asked him. I was willing to cave if it just got him to shut the fuck up.
He spat into his palm and held it out to me. I grimaced. I hated it when he did that shit, but I had to say, he’d never broken a promise when he did this. “Swear it, Josh.”
With a disgusted look on my face, I did the same and shook his hand. And then I gagged and used sanitizer. He snickered. “You’re such a germaphobe.”
“You brush your teeth after you ate that girl out this morning?” I asked him. I’d had the pleasure of walking in on that after my shower. But the girl hadn’t even been ashamed. She’d invited me to join, but when I declined, she allowed Derrick to fuck her while I was getting dressed.
He rolled his eyes. “Of course, I fucking did, dumbass. I’m not unsanitary, you know.”
I shrugged and grinned at him. “Never fucking know with you. I mean, you do fucking spit handshakes,” I reminded him, holding the sanitizer out to him.
He shoved me in the shoulder, almost making me topple out of my seat. I scowled at him. He just barked out a laugh and snatched my sanitizer out of my hand, squirting some into his palm before tossing it back at me.
The door to the dorm room opened, and a moment later, I heard Derrick’s bag drop to the floor. “We need to go costume shopping,” he announced.
I looked up from my phone, shooting Derrick a deadpan look. He had to be fucking kidding. I’d agreed to go to the party, not dress up, too. “Costume shopping?” I demanded. I dropped my phone to my lap. “Derrick, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
He dramatically slapped his hands against his thighs and huffed. “If you show up without one, you’ll look more like a loser than you already do,” he told me, but I knew he was teasing.
I laughed and threw a pillow at him. “Fuck you.”
He grinned. “Come on. At least get a fucking mask, Josh. You can just wear jeans and go shirtless. Guys dig your body. Got to admit, if I was gay, I’d fucking bang you.”
I barked out a laugh and stood from my bed, sliding my feet into my slides. “Whatever. And I’m not buying a mask,” I told him. “I’ll go shopping with you, but that’s it. Not buying a damn thing for myself.”
He heaved a sigh like I was the most troublesome child in the world. “You are a pain in my ass, Josh.”
