Yay, I'm updating quickly for this story~.
Once you read this chapter, you'll know I have lots of smutty goodness coming your way. :3
Except idk how good the smut will be considering it'll be my first time. ._.
Welp~! Anyways, I'll shut up so you can read it!
The first part of the chapter is in continuation of Kendall's P.o.V. okay? Just to clarify.
I kind of switched a lot of P.o.V.s in the chapter, and I swear it won't happen a lot! This is kind of a filler to move things along. Enjoy!
Tonight, I've learned something. Don't just trust people because they're hot and have pretty faces. They're probably some fucker who wants to ruin everyone's lives.
I wanted to strangle James. Many times throughout the date, he would purpose make Logan and Carlos leave the booth so we would be alone just to spite me. I was seriously considering just fucking it up for Carlos and Logan; it really just wasn't worth it. And if Carlos was really my friend, he'd understand and not force me to date this jerkoff for his own sake.
But the night was drawing to a close and I just couldn't fucking wait to get back home. I was seriously debating whether to tell Carlos about the stupid blackmail or not. The driving arrangements were like this: Carlos drops Logan off at his house and James drops me off. This way, we'll "be alone with our dates and whatever happens can happen." I'm guessing Logan meant the kiss. Yeah, James isn't going to be kissing these lips tonight.
"Can we turn on the radio?"
"Go to hell."
James chuckled amusingly and clicked it on. "I'm taking that as a yes. Any radio stations you like?"
"You're a heartless prick."
He stuck his tongue out as he fiddled with the channel knob, struggling to find one he liked. "Aha! I love this song."
"Please go and play in traffic... and keep your hands on the steering wheel. I don't wanna die."
"Kendall, please loosen up and enjoy the song."
"How does a fucker like you sleep at night?"
The pretty boy sighed, maintaining his gaze ahead of him. "Or don't."
"Seriously? How can you live with the guilt?" I quickly glanced at him before turning away. "Don't you have a conscience?"
"As a matter of fact I do."
"Could've fooled me."
"Why are you so bitter about this?"
"Oh, I don't know, 'cause you're blackmailing me?" I snorted. "And turn left here."
He followed my orders and the car turned left.
"Don't think of it as blackmail," he finally said.
"So what do I think of it as?"
"Anything but blackmail."
"Yeah, that makes so much sense."
"It doesn't make sense when you think about it."
Man this guy is full of bullshit.
I decided to just not respond. He was giving me a headache, and I'm pretty sure the two beers I downed weren't helping the situation.
"We're here," I said as he pulled over to the sidewalk.
I rushed to get out of the car and briskly walked to the front door; however, I was stopped just before I reached the door.
"Aren't you going to give me a little kiss?" James asked sweetly, fluttering his long eyelashes. He puckered his lips and I slapped him.
"Hell no," I growled. "Go away."
"You can't not kiss on a date."
"You can if you didn't enjoy it," I reminded.
He rolled his eyes. "Come on, one kiss."
I pretended to think about it. "How about… no."
I turned around and sauntered into the lobby with all the dignity I had left inside of me. I pressed the "up" button on the elevator and stepped into the vacant space. I pushed the number four, the elevator humming to life. The sliding doors opened and I strode out and towards my room. I stuck my key in, twisted it, and flung the door wide open. The first thing I did was take a shower and then I went to sleep. Today was just too long of a day.
James' P.o.V.
After I sent the blonde home, I drove back home (using the long route) to my shared apartment with Logan. I inserted my apartment door key and pushed it open, finding my roommate and Carlos kissing on the sofa.
I quickly tightly shut my eyes and dropped everything in my hands for joking purposes.
"My innocent eyes!" I screamed. "I cannot unsee what I have just seen!"
I peeked out the corner of my eyes and saw the Latino scramble off of the sofa and pull down his shirt that was riding up. He was blushing like crazy.
"Ha ha, very funny Diamond," Logan laughed, getting on his feet. "Don't worry, Los, he's just kidding."
The boy bit his lip and nodded quickly. "So… I'll call you?"
The bartender nodded his head in approval and opened the door for Carlos, who hastily fled the apartment.
"Wow, I don't even want to know what would happen if I didn't come home tonight," I sarcastically wondered.
The shorter brunette rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I'm sorry you had to 'shield your innocent eyes.'"
"It's all good now. A boy's gotta grow up one day, right?" I joshed back, flinging myself onto the couch and kicking my feet up on the coffee table.
"So how are things with Kendall?"
Logan took the seat next to me.
"Um, they're… going," I lied. Yeah right, Kendall hates me. Stupid arrogant but attractive blonde.
Honestly, I wasn't the bad guy here. Kendall forced me to blackmail him. He thinks he's all high and mighty, too good for a guy like me, so naturally I have to show him he's wrong. And the only way to get his attention is to use Carlos and Logan's relationship. As much as I didn't like to, it was my one shot. There was something about Kendall. Maybe I was desperate to get laid, and my mind was playing tricks on me. I always did like the ones who played "hard-to-get;" it made the sex that much better. But maybe there was more. Ha, yeah right, I'm James fucking Diamond. I belong to no one.
"James," he sighed, looking up at me.
"Logan," I said back, an entertained expression on my face.
"Don't… use him, alright?"
I cocked an eyebrow. "Why would you think that?"
"I know you like to… sleep around… and I think that you really need to try to commit."
The truth was I wanted to commit, but I was afraid. What if the person I loved dies from a freak accident or something? I may have seemed nonchalant when parents were brought up, but I've never gotten over the death of my own.
"Yeah, okay," I replied. "I hear you."
"Do you?" Logan questioned skeptically. "Kendall didn't talk very much. I thought you said you were flirting with him all night at the bar."
I exhaled slowly as I searched my brain for a good lie. "He's just a bit shy, I guess. I'm sure he'll warm up."
"Well, okay," he said, standing up. "I'm going to sleep now. Good night buddy."
I smiled. "Good night."
When Logan left the room, I let out a breath of air. I ran my fingers through my brunette locks and shut my eyes. What on earth did I get myself into? Kendall hates me and I don't know where I'm going with this. It seems like I'm winging it. Maybe I should sweet talk him. Then we'll have mind-blowing sex and the end. So what if he'll get hurt? As long as I'm not getting hurt anymore, everything is good. Yeah, everything will be fine.
Carlos' P.o.V
When I got home, the lights were already off, except for the one in the kitchen. I assumed Kendall already went to sleep. I really wanted to tell him about the small make-out sesh I had with Logan until I was interrupted by James' homecoming. But then I also wanted to ask him what was wrong. Did he not like James? I mean, I guess he's a little snarky, but I thought he was a nice guy. A much bigger improvement on that piece of trash, Jett.
Anyway, Kendall has been acting all sorts of weird during the date, and I wanted to get to the bottom of this. However, it won't be easy. Kendall's too stubborn to admit anything's wrong, and I'm going to need to pry it out of him. I know he has the best of intentions. He doesn't want to burden me with his troubles; he wants to be the rock that I hold onto when thinks get shaky and I appreciate that a lot. Sometimes, though, I just want him to confide in me and tell me what's on his mind.
"…Carlos?" a groggy voice called from the doorway.
I spun around to see the tall blonde with semi-messy hair and red eyes.
"Hey, sorry, did I wake you up?" I whispered.
He shook his head 'no' and approached me.
"I don't feel good, and I can't sleep," he told me. "Did you two kiss?"
I tried to fight the huge smile forming, but it looked like a deformed smile instead. "Yeah."
He gave me a tired smile and patted me on the back. "Nice one."
The taller walked past me towards the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. I followed him.
"So what do you think of James?"
To my surprise, he dropped the glass cup. It hit the floor and shattered into a sharp, jagged pieces. I rushed to his side and pushed him away, cleaning it up. I was not having a tired Kendall cleaning up glass that imposed a risk of cutting him.
"You don't have to do that for me," he mumbled.
I ignored him and proceeded to clean the shards off the tile floor. After dumping the remains of the glass, I poured him another glass of water. This time I waited until he finished the water.
"So about James?" I asked again.
He stared at nothing in particular. "What about him?"
"Do you like him?"
He blinked slowly, as if thinking what to say. "Yeah, he's nice."
Okay, he's so lying.
"Kendall," I scoffed, "Are you really going to lie to me? If you don't like him, just say so."
"No, I do," he said softly, as though it pained him. He met my eyes and forced a smile. "He's nice."
I shot him a puzzled look. Why in the world was he lying to me? I've never felt more betrayed before. I thought he could trust me.
"Kendall, if you're still thinking about Jett—"
His face darkened and slammed his empty cup down on the counter. "Don't. Even. Mention. His. Fucking. Name."
I quickly expressed regret. "It's just… he was a nasty person. Not everyone you date and let into your life is going to take your virginity and just leave, okay?"
"Carlos, it's not even about that!"
Kendall paused, thinking about what to say next.
"It's more than that," he finally continued, pacing back and forth now. "It's not just about my first time. I'm afraid that people are just going to use me for sex and leave. It's not just because it was my first time. I don't want it to happen with my second or even third time. Do you understand?"
"Look," I spoke up, "I trust James. He seems like a good guy, despite his 'I'm-too-cool-for-this' attitude towards some topics. So if you don't like him because you don't trust him, I say you give him a chance."
"You don't even know what he said to me," the blonde snapped, turning to face me. "He—Nevermind."
He started to walk back towards his room.
"Wait, what did he say?" I called after him.
"Nothing, I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
And with that, he slammed his door shut. Well, so much for talking.
Yikes, stupid James.
He's going to pull a Jett Stetson. Or at least wants to.
I felt very bleah about this chapter, but whatever.
It's a filler.
Hope you liked the quick update. :)
Next chapter will probably be James' P.o.V. Or actually maybe Logan's since he didn't have a P.o.V. But who knows, whatever adds to the story at the moment.
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