Chapter 3
“Liam”
“Liam”
I heard Jason’s voice call out my name. He was probably looking for me.
My heart jumped as I thought about what he would do if he saw me with his brother, Ryan.
“You need to go,” I said to Ryan immediately.
He nodded, but instead of walking away from me, he leaned in and kissed me one last time on the lips.
After a few minutes, I watched him finally walk away, disappearing into a dark area around.
I stood there, staring at where he disappeared. I wondered why I did what I just did. I could still feel the taste of his lips on mine. My head was spinning and my body was burning up. I’d never felt this way about anyone or anything.
Suddenly the cold wind hit me and I began to shiver.
“Where the hell have you been?” Jason asked as he approached me. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Where did you go?”
My cheeks were flushed and my body was drenched with sweat.
“Oh, ummm… I was just catching up with a friend, that’s all. Why? What happened? Did something happen with the guys?”
Jason sighed loudly, shaking his head. He threw his arm around my shoulder and held me tight.
“No, nothing is wrong,” he answered, “Except for the fact that you are freezing.”
I looked up at the sky, realizing how late it was, almost midnight.
“Come on, let’s go home,” he said.
“What about the party?” I asked, surprised that he was leaving so early.
“It’s boring and I’m so wasted,” he laughed a little too loudly.
I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He must have drank a lot because his walking was unsteady. And he was holding onto my arm like a koala bear.
“Come on, Liam, let’s get out of here. Let’s go home,” he said.
He took my hand and we started to make our way back. As we walked down the streets of campus to our dorm, all I could think of was Ryan, and what we had done. How he held me in his arms and kissed me. The way he made me feel just by standing close to me. I knew this was wrong. This was dangerous.
If Jason ever found out I kissed his brother or I was even thinking of seeing him tomorrow, he’d flip out. Probably kill me.
He had always warned me about Ryan. Called him the black sheep of the family. Said he was bad news and not to get involved with him.
I remember all those times, he’d comfort the other guys and girls Ryan had broken up with. Or the times they would call him up crying after Ryan dumped them.
All these years and I ended up kissing him anyway. It was as if my brain was telling me one thing but my heart was saying something else entirely.
I pushed those thoughts aside as I focused on trying to keep up with Jason, who was staggering along the sidewalk like a drunkard and singing a song he made up as he went. His head was bobbing up and down and his eyes were half closed.
“I love you!!!” he suddenly yelled, startling me, “I looooove you!!!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I pulled him closer to me, steadying him as best I could. The last thing I needed was for him to fall and break an ankle.
We finally reached our dorm after what seemed like hours. And I laid his drunken ass on his bed.
“So tell me,” he slurred, sitting upright on the bed, his eyes wide open.
“Tell you what, Jason?” I asked, confused. What did he want me to tell him?
“Yes. Tell me about the guy you were talking to. Don’t think I didn’t see you two kissing. Is he hot? Does he have nice teeth? Are his feet big?” he said with so much enthusiasm.
I chuckled, looking at him with disbelief.
“Are you serious, Jason? What did you drink?” I asked, shaking my head.
“What? Oh, nothing. Just some shots. Nothing to worry about. You know, drinking games and stuff.” He shrugged.
“Yeah right! You really are getting old. I mean look at you. You’re getting tipsy off some shots? I thought you were a party animal,” I said, laughing again.
Jason turned to me with his mouth hanging open. “This isn’t about me. This is about you not wanting to tell me about the cute guy you were kissing. So spill already. Who was he? I want details.”
My heart started racing. There was no way I could tell Jason that the guy I was kissing was his own brother. No fucking way. It was a secret I was going to take to my grave.
God forbid he finds out I was hanging out with the one guy he had warned me against.
“He was just someone I met today at the party, that’s it. He was cute, that’s all.”
Jason gave me a smirk and then continued, asking me questions I didn’t know how to answer.
“Did he kiss you? Was he a good kisser?” he asked again.
I tried my best to change the subject.
“Why don’t you get some sleep. You’re wasted,” I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.
“And you can tell me all about your mystery man tomorrow,” he said with a wink.
I smiled back at him while I watched him lie down and drift off to sleep. I sat there for a moment, reflecting on everything that had occurred earlier that day. I should have never gone to the party. I shouldn’t have kissed Ryan. I should have known better than to get involved with him. This wasn’t good. I could only imagine how freaked out Jason would be if he found out.
But then again, I have never felt like this before. Like something was pulling me to him. I wanted to see him again. I wanted more of his kisses. His touch. The feeling I got in my tummy every time I thought about him. That tingling sensation inside of me.
God! This boy was making me crazy.