Neither one of us pays her any attention as we pass, walking back over towards the fire and sitting back down in our spot.
We sit watching the crowd for a moment in our own brief silence. We don’t need to fill it with noise. He keeps me close to him, wrapping me back up with the blanket.
“Zane!” The one who introduced himself as Spyder last night shouts. He stumbles over to us, leaning over. “You two look so fucking cute over here.” He laughs again before his head tilts as he looks at me. “Tate.” He pauses, leaning in a little, his hand comes out and even Zane looks at him, questioning what the fuck he’s doing.
At the last second before Spyder’s finger touches my neck, Zane’s eyes widen and he lets out a child-who-just-got-caught-doing-something-wrong laugh, instantly looking away from me and refusing to make eye contact.
And I know what the fuck it is, glaring over at Zane.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I scoff out and Zane still refuses to look over but tries to reframe from laughing, but failing miserably.
“Wait…” Spyder starts, looking from each of us to the other before he cringes. “Is this…” He asks, but before he gets out his question, he gags.
Quickly moving his hand over to the ground, attempting to rub it off of his finger, he gags again.
“Get it off!” He shouts, scrubbing his hand against the sand. Gagging once more, making even more of a goddamn spectacle than it already fucking is.
“What’s going on?” I hear one of his other brothers asking and I just want to fucking die.
…this is my living-fucking-hell.
“I got Prez’s cum on my—” One more gag before Zane stands up.
“Bro, let’s be serious, not the fucking first time.”
“Not the same thing.” Spyder shouts back.
I want to look over at Zane, questioning what he just said, but I am fucking mortified. Jumping up from where I am, making a beeline for the tent as I quickly unzip it, crawling inside. I’m not even sure how I end up in the sleeping bag, pulling it up and covering my face.
I expect for him to come in after me, but he doesn’t… and as my eyes close, and the tears prick at them. I can still hear the guys outside yelling about him.
I’ll just stay here to die in my humiliation, thank you.
For a moment I contemplate defying him as my hand slides down my stomach and into my shorts. I can still feel my slickness from earlier as I rub myself.
Halting as I imagine his words. “Asshole.”
Flipping over and staring against the opposite tent wall.
I should have gone back to the tent when she went, but I felt bad. Seeing the embarrassment on her face. I don’t know how to handle it when I feel bad because I haven’t in so long and really I’m not supposed to… for many reasons.
I was the last one up before I crawled into the tent with her, and I’m still not convinced she was asleep, but I wrapped my arms around her and let myself fall asleep.
?
As I wake up, I already know that I’m alone, but I’m curious how she got out of the bag and tent without waking me. Pushing myself up off the ground, I unzip the flap, standing up outside as I pull up my jeans, buttoning them.
I see her standing next to the bike; her phone pressed up to her ear.
I can hear her as I approach.
“It’s fine, trust me.” She says into the receiver. “I know. I know. Not the smartest decision. I mean, I’m pretty sure he won’t kill me. I spent like a week with him a few years ago…” I can’t help but chuckle as I walk up. She hears me approach and looks over at me, smiling. Pulling the phone down a fraction, she groans. “My sister wants to know if you’re going to stuff my body in a barrel filled with chemicals?”
I laugh out first. “I mean, if you’re in to that sort of thing.”
She smiles back at me and in this moment, and it seems like she has forgotten all of what happened last night.
“See… yeah, yeah, I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back.” She hangs up the phone.
