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CHAPTERONE
JAKE
January 21,2021
Dear Creed,
Tonight is going to suck, and not in the way I keep imagining, kneeling at your feet with your cock... Anyway, I thought we’d agreed it would just be the two of us going to the movies like we used to every weekend. But as usual now, your girlfriend has decided to tag along. I miss hanging out with you without Jade around, although I’ll never tell you that. I can only imagine your reaction if I told you why I’d like for us to be alone. Two years ago, no one would have been able to convince me that I’d think about your lips as much as I have our entire senior year. How they’d feel pressed against mine.
Instead, I have to watch as you lock lips with your girlfriend. In case you’re wondering, I sort of loathe her because she has you. You don’t have a clue how I feel, and I know it would ruin our friendship if you found out. So here I am, dumping my thoughts into this notebook like I have for the last twelve months. The only thing I want more than knowing what you taste like is to not lose my best friend. So, these stupid secret feelings I can’t seem to shake will stay locked between these pages. Eventually, I’ll toss the whole thing in a fire to hide the evidence. Because one day, Creed Masters, I will get over you. It’ll be like this pointless crush never happened. In the meantime, could you kiss your girl a little less? Watching it sucks a giant, sweaty nutsac.
“Gross,”I whisper and grimace at the mental image I’ve created. I set down my pencil and read back over the words I’ve written.
Keeping my feelings bottled up had been driving me crazy before I’d discovered pouring them into a secret journal helped. I still feel like an idiot for pining over my lifelong best friend. My very straight friend. Creed, golden boy and quarterback of our high school football team, has had the same gorgeous cheerleader girlfriend for the last year. The worst part of this mess is Jade is actually pretty great so I can’t even hate her. Or at least I shouldn’t. But the truth is once I realized I no longer saw Creed as just a friend—and that he’d never see me that way—I sort of wished she’d...
Shaking my head, I let go of the disturbing thought that creeps into a twisted dark corner of my mind. What I really wish is that my heart will stop hammering in my chest when Creed stares at me with his intense dark brown eyes. Every morning, I hope my chest won’t tighten when he flashes his signature boyish smile that makes a single dimple pop. I also pray my cock will fucking stop getting hard when Creed whips his shirt over his head, leaving his lean, carved muscles on display. I want to run my fingertips and tongue across every dip and hollow of his body, and that’s a problem for obvious reasons.
I groan and rub my eyes in frustration as I slouch down on my gamer-style computer chair. Unrequited love is exhausting.
“Jake!” my mom yells loud enough from downstairs that it reaches my ears through my closed bedroom door. “Creed is here!”
“Fuck,” I whisper and swivel my chair around to glance at my alarm clock on my nightstand. The neon green lighted time makes me curse again under my breath. I hadn’t realized how late in the day it had gotten. I’m running behind as always, so I push off my chair and jog to my closet. Snatching a pair of stone wash jeans and a forest green long-sleeved shirt from their hangers, I quickly change out of my basketball shorts and faded t-shirt.
As I grab my white tennis shoes from the closet floor, a knock on my door makes me pause. I glance toward the sound just as it opens and Creed casually strolls into my bedroom, looking all kinds of fuckable as usual. Between his smooth, sharp jawline and six-four height that towers over my five-nine slim build, Creed is the stuff wet dreams are made of. His midnight black hair is just long enough to curl under his ears, and I’d give so many things to run my fingers through it, preferably while his mouth devours mine.
Speaking of Creed’s lips, he frowns, thick lips downturned as a crease forms between his dark eyebrows. He takes in my appearance before his eyes dart up to meet mine. With a sigh, he rolls them. “You aren’t ready.Shocker. Absolutely no idea why I expected anything else.”
He makes a good point. Being late is something I unfortunately excel at. Still, I scoff as I shove my feet into my shoes. “No need to be dramatic. I lost track of time. Give me one sec and I’ll be ready to go.”
I rush to the bathroom, brush my teeth and then run a comb through my golden blond hair. After spritzing myself with a light, crisp scented cologne, I check my appearance in the mirror. My shirt matches my eyes, and I wonder if Creed will notice. I snort under my breath at the thought. Not fucking likely. Forcing the musing away, I jog back to my room.
Creed is leaning against the wall next to my door, arms crossed over his broad chest. He lets loose a long drawn-out sigh as I grab my wallet from my dresser and shove it into my pocket.
“I’m hurrying,” I promise as I walk back to my closet, grab a leather coat, and slip it on.
Creed pushes off the wall, swiping his hair from his forehead. “Can we go now? Jade is waiting for us to pick her up. If we aren’t at her house in the next five minutes she’ll start blowing up my phone.”
I cock a brow. “Sounds like ayouproblem, and I’m ready so you can stop with the moaning now.”
Well, I wouldn’t mind Creed moaning, but not in the context of him worrying about picking up his girlfriend.
Creed’s phone rings and he fishes it from his pocket, blowing out a resigned breath as he glances at the screen. “So much for five minutes.” His gaze lifts as he shoots me a glare. “If I don’t get laid tonight, it’s your fault.”
The last thing I wanted to think about was Creed and Jade fucking. Heading for the door, I walk past him, into the hallway. “Well then by all means, if your sex life’s on the line, let’s go.”
“Thank you for being so considerate.” Creed snorts as he follows me to the staircase.
I scoff as I begin descending the stairs. “It’s either that or listen to you complain about not getting your dick wet.”
“Jake.” My mom’s voice grabs my attention as soon as I step into the living room. I glance over, finding her standing at the entrance of the kitchen, drying her hands on a dish towel. Her blond hair is pulled up into a bun and she isn’t wearing a bit of makeup, making it clear I definitely look more like her than my copper haired father. “Depending on what time you come home, your dad and I may still be out. Do you have your keys?”
I pat my jacket pockets, realizing with Creed rushing me I hadn’t remembered to grab them. “No, but I’ll get them.” I glance at Creed. “You’ll have to wait five more seconds, if you can handle that.”
“I’ll grab them.” He’s already turning and taking the stairs two at a time back up to my room.
I look back at my mom. “Where are you guys going?”
“Dinner with one of your father’s associates, but you know how they get sometimes. It could be late before we get out of there.” She purses her lips in exasperation. “Do you have any fun plans after the movie?”
