I wanna give a little shout out to my reviewers! It's always a fun little boost of dopamine to get the notification, even if I would still continue writing either way. To the guest reviewer, it's so amazing hearing that someone genuinely likes me as an author and it was so sweet of you to say something! I hope I don't piss anyone off in my depiction of Enrique being a manwhore, I swear he has some redeeming qualities and isn't just a dick, but it's fun putting him through a midlife crisis at seventeen, haha.
Enrique
The first few weeks of classes were about as uneventful as you would imagine, consisting mostly of me sneaking alcohol in a water bottle and looking for excuses to avoid Bianca's repetitive phone calls. Mostly she wanted to tell me things about the baby, which I honestly just wasn't ready to hear about yet. Oliver had asked me if he could see her ultrasound pictures and seemed to be able to read the images better than I could, insistent that we would be having a girl, but I was rather confident it would be some time before we knew that yet. Besides, it was too much reality for my liking.
"Hey you." I turned my head, smirking slightly at Rosetta as she touched a hand to mine and leaned her shoulder into me. "I've been debating if I should congratulate you or offer my sympathy."
Without speaking, I rolled my eyes at her before shoving her off of me.
"It's not that big of a deal." I mumbled, pretending to skim through my history assignment.
"It serves you right for cheating on me."
"We weren't even together. You were a school fling, you know that."
She shrugged. She knew that I was right, I had never claimed to be anything other than such. Relationships took up too much time and I had never been one to enjoy being tied down unless it was to a bedpost.
"It really does suck, though." Rosetta continued, taking my arm in hers. "I had been hoping you'd be available again this year."
"You just want me to buy you things."
"According to your brother, you've been cut off for the time being."
"Isn't he such a gentleman for telling everyone?" I shook my head, making zero attempt to hide my sarcasm while taking in the feeling of her skin on mine. I had always wondered what women did that made their bodies feel so soft when my hands were on them, a weakness I took no shame in exploiting.
"Hey, I just came over to say hi because you looked stressed, there's no need to take it out on me."
"I'm sorry." I mumbled. "I have a lot on my plate right now and being stuck at school isn't helping. I just want to forget about everything for a little while, which doesn't work when people keep bringing it up."
"Maybe we can do something relaxing after school." The thin smile that filled her face held an erotic tension while she looked me up and down. I knew her bedroom eyes quite well by now, but that wasn't what I would call these, her current look appearing a bit more sinister. She wanted to prove a point to herself.
"I have a girlfriend, Rosetta." I reminded her.
"You said you wanted to forget about everything for awhile, that's gonna be hard to do when the only action you're getting is in the process of growing your bun in her oven."
"I didn't want any of this."
"Tough shit, use a condom next time."
She wasn't wrong, I normally always had one on me but Bianca had been on birth control and letting me go without one had been a little birthday present for me. I had been asking her for while if I could do it just once, not thinking much in regards to the consequences that it could bring. After all, it hadn't been completely unprotected. Even when she started getting sick I hadn't thought anything of it, she was petite and had wide hips and even now she still wasn't gaining weight the way my mother had when my little sister was born.
"It could have just as easily been you." I scoffed.
"Not a chance, I'm not ruining my body for you."
"I've bought you Plan B before."
"Exactly."
Rosetta had been a lot more adamant that that she would not be having my children if I fucked up with using protection, she didn't require that I wear anything but she was better about tracking her birth control and asking me to pull out, which wasn't always easy seeing as she was a bit more frisky in the bedroom than Bianca was. Unlike my actual girlfriend, I hadn't been the one to take Rosetta's virginity, something I had been quite excited to do at the time.
"I offered to pay for an abortion." I sighed, rubbing my hands along my face in a tense anxiety. "It's not my fault she didn't want one, how come women have the option of opting out but I don't?"
"She honestly might have been too far along to even get one, Emanuele says that you were both too stupid to even realize she was knocked up, do you know how many months she is?"
"I think she said four or five."
"Yeah, you're an idiot."
"I don't want a kid, Rosetta…"
"I don't blame you. You're a great guy to party with, you're fun and it's supposed to be your final year of school but now you're gonna be staying up with a screaming baby instead of getting wasted and talking dumb first years into giving you head."
She was right, as much as I didn't want to admit it.
"I don't know what to do."
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my face into hers until she was kissing me, ignoring my previous statement regarding my relationship status. I wish I could say I was more reluctant to slip my tongue into her mouth, but I hardly thought twice, pulling the both of us up from the study hall table and rushing out of the room and into the hallway. Where was I going to bring her? The dorms were too far away, someone would spot us before we even made it out of the building. There was a janitors closet that I had broken into once before, otherwise there was a men's bathroom that was a bit hidden from most of the main classrooms and wasn't used on a regular basis.
With little thought I pulled her into an empty classroom, hardly even waiting until the door was closed behind us before groping her over the top of her shirt. I had tried to get under it, but she had slapped my hand away.
"Hey, I just wanted to make out, I don't remember promising you anything else." She smirked, moving backward without breaking eye contact until we hit the other end of the room. My arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and were now pinned between her and the wall. "Your breath smells like alcohol."
"Can you blame me?"
"For drinking before we've even had afternoon tea or for trying to fuck me in the science wing?"
"It's not the weirdest place I've tried to fuck you." I laughed.
She held me by the shoulders, pressing our lips together one more time before resting her head in my chest.
"You're lucky you're hot. If you're being cut off then your looks are gonna be the only thing left that you have going for you."
"Gee, thanks."
"I'm surprised that this girl still wants to have a baby with you knowing she doesn't have access to your credit card anymore."
"It's not like she got pregnant on purpose."
"With the child support that you're gonna owe? I wouldn't call it a crazy idea. You said so yourself that she's from a pretty average upper class family, seems like just the type of girl who would find a billionaire family and then forget a pill here and there."
"I'm not a billionaire," I said with an eye roll, "That's Robert."
"It would have been him in your predicament if he didn't put his grades above women." She laughed. "Rob is an asexual robot, it was one of my favorite rumors."
I laughed along with her, pulling her into me tightly once more and nuzzling my face into her collar bone. I was actually the one who started the rumor that Robert was an android, I hadn't realized just how believable it was to people. He wasn't as mysterious to our team as he made himself to the rest of the world, we had all known one another since we were little kids, even if it took some time to learn to speak the same language (unless you were Oliver, who was multilingual by four), meaning that the rest of us saw Rob as less of a hermit who spent most of his time locked in his room studying and more of a childhood tattle tale who sucked his thumb until he was eight.
"What are you doing after school?" I asked as she nibbled gently at my neck.
"Not you."
"Shut up. There's a garage party off campus, come with me."
"You'll be too wasted to even function before we even get there."
"Who gives a shit? My life is fucking over with anyway."
She rested her head in my chest, arms around my torso and auburn hair tickling the underside of my nostrils. She smelled amazing, she always did.
"Are you only inviting me this time?"
"What do you mean?"
"You aren't dragging your friend along?"
"Which one?"
"The poof with the oral fixation."
I pulled back from her slightly, arching an eyebrow in annoyance.
"I already told you that Ollie isn't gay." I said. She had never withheld her distaste for my best friend, whether it was behind his back or directly to his face. "I also told you to quit calling him that."
"People are gonna start talking if you insist on always hanging out with him, you know. They already talk about him, he's fruity."
"He's French, they're all kinda like that."
"I'm just saying that the fact that you two have known each other a long time doesn't mean you're obligated to still hang around him."
I was probably the last person who should be offended by shit talking… most of what she was saying were things I had joked to Oliver about directly to his face, but it felt like I had more of a right than she did. We had a bond and he knew I didn't really mean any of the things I said; even when I tormented him for popping a boner in the locker room he had easily shot back at me that it was weirder that I noticed in the first place.
"He's like… my best friend." I shrugged. "If that's a problem then I'm not sure what to tell you."
"Will you still wanna be friends with him when he admits that he likes dick?"
"He doesn't, so it won't be a problem. Besides, I'm no homophobe."
"You would share a dorm room with one?"
"Well… no, but that's different. It would be like a girl rooming with a straight guy, it would just be too uncomfortable. I don't care that they exist, though."
I was annoyed now, not just at the things she was saying but because suddenly wanting to discuss Ollie's sexual preferences had really done the job of killing my boner. Study period was ending and we were expected to begin preparing for club hours, not all of which I would be able to ditch as easily as United Nations, which had too large of a head count to bother with attendance.
"Look, I have Service Club in ten minutes and then three more hours of classes, do you want a quicky or not?"
She giggled, kissing me with fists clutched to my blazer. Once again I made a lame attempt of reaching up her shirt, promising not to go over her bra but hoping she would let me break it.
"Do you think about anything other than sex?" She smiled.
"When you're around? Absolutely not." Bianca was beautiful, even an idiot could see that, but Rosetta was sexy. Even in a school uniform she made her own little changes in order to get the smallest amount of extra exposed skin, whether it was cutting a button from the top of her blouse or making sure her skirt was pulled up just the tiniest amount in order for teachers not to notice, but she wasn't a run of the mill school slut and came with a sense if self respect that annoyed me to no end sometimes.
"Absolutely not." She giggled, "I mean, not here at least."
"But it's not off the table at the party…?"
I winced as she smacked me playfully in the ribs.
"Shut up."
xxx
I stood at the bathroom mirror, dampening my hair with the sink faucet before running my fingers through my curls and dousing myself in cologne. I had run out of time to shower after classes and had to make due. Smoothing out my polo shirt, I jumped slightly at a loud banging that came from the door.
"Enrique!" Lars yelled, "Get out of the damn bathroom, I have to take a shit and your hair can't take any more gel!"
"You're just jealous that I'm hotter than you!" I yelled with a smirk before opening the door and stepping out.
"You don't even need to get ready for parties anymore, you're having a kid, it's not like you need to keep up appearances, you're officially off the radar."
"Says you." I glared.
"I suppose you have a point, it's not like you've never cheated before."
Walking into the hallway, I rolled my eyes without speaking to him. There was a lot more to my past relationships than that. Long distance was complicated and I was in the middle of my prime partying years. Everyone seemed to think that Bianca being pregnant meant that everything had to change and it didn't. There was no reason that I couldn't keep living my life the way that I wanted to.
Walking to my bedroom door, I paused a moment to give Oliver's a quick knock.
"One moment, please." He exclaimed, a pause filling the air for a moment before the door opened. He frowned when he saw me, eyes gazing toward the floor. "Enrique, I told you I don't wanna go to that party, I have a ton of homework and then I'm meeting up with Julia to go over some club plans."
"We've hardly been in school for a month."
"I actually care about my grades and extra curricular activities, some of these classes count as college credit."
I walked into his room, plopping myself onto the bed and laying with my arms crossed under my head.
"That's why you're a nerd."
He didn't shoot any one liners back at me the way he normally did, instead simply sitting there and frowning. He seemed oddly on edge tonight, clutching at the blue stripped shorts he wore.
"Are you in pajamas?" I asked, raising a brow in confusion. Other than the shorts he only had an uncomfortably white shirt on.
"No, Julia just wants to get a proper fit on me, she told me to dress down and not wear any layers."
Until now, I hadn't really paid much attention to Ollie's appearance. He had always been a bit dainty and hadn't quite grown into an adult body yet, making him thin and slender shouldered; now with his hair reaching just past his shoulders he was easy to mistake for a young girl.
"Any chance she's gonna give you a haircut?" I asked.
He touched the ends of his bright green waves, fidgeting with them between his fingers.
"Do you not like it…?"
"You look like your little sister." Still, he gave me no response, looking away from where I sat and sighing with discomfort. "What's up with you tonight?"
"It's complicated."
"What is?"
"Nothing."
I had seen him upset plenty of times before, whether it was a temper tantrum when we were little kids or some dumb movie he forced me to watch and then cried during, but it had been awhile since something seemed to genuinely be wrong. He had an oddly good head on his shoulders and controlled himself very well emotionally. His family could be a little on the annoyingly proper side and feelings weren't let out easily, at least not in public.
"Are you starting to fancy that Julia girl? She's cute, even if she's weirdly attached to her brother. I wouldn't share a room with Emanuele if you paid me."
"Enrique, we're already rich, we don't really have much use for payment."
A small smile had formed on his face now.
"Still, our parents put us in the same room when we were toddlers because they thought it would make sleep training easier and we squabbled so much that they had to separate us. We weren't even three yet."
"You didn't stay in separate rooms because you squabbled, you stayed in separate rooms because Emanuele actually slept through the night while you slept in your parents bed until you were practically five, why do you always forget that I know this stuff?"
"Just tell me what's wrong. Spill the tea, I could use some gossip. Julia shot you down?"
"I don't like Julia that way."
"Then why do you hang out with her all of a sudden?" I smirked. "She's kind of a bitch."
"Actually, she reminds me a bit of you. You have similar attitudes."
"Aw, you went and found yourself a girl version of me. I'm flattered."
Oliver rolled his eyes, going into the drawers of his desk and pulling out a jar of some kind of skin moisturizer, which he opened and coated his face with. I couldn't help but wonder if it was physically possible for ones skin to become too moist… I had seen him do this same routine several times a day and he shaved obsessively even though I was extremely confident he couldn't grow facial hair yet. Actually, I was pretty sure he couldn't even grow leg hair yet.
"Enrique, just go to your party, okay? Have a good time, I mean it."
He was faking contentment now, but if he genuinely didn't want to tell me what was going on there was no need for me to keep pushing it. Oliver was a big boy and had every right to private thoughts and feelings, even if he was low key starting to get on my nerves. If he spent the next week sulking while refusing to say why, I would ask Julia to offer him a tampon. I had enough sisters to be long sick of pouting.
"Whatever." I shrugged while getting up out of the bed.
Walking back into the hallway and into my own bedroom, I closed the door behind me before opening the top drawer of my desk and pulling out a bottle of brandy, taking a few swigs before throwing on my shoes and exiting our dorm.
Xxx
I hadn't bothered to get the name of the first year who's body I was currently fondling under shitty black lighting in the corner of the garage and it honestly didn't matter. She had been playing some sort of scavenger hunt that she was too dumb to realize was a hazing ritual and needed an upperclassman to give her a hickey, which I happily agreed to primarily due to the size of her chest and how little she attempted to cover it.
"Do you have a condom, by the way?" She asked, pulling herself off of her back and upright, my hand still nestled into her bra.
"A bit forward, don't you think?"
I was happy to fool around, but I didn't have a ton of one night stands and tended to avoid them. They were overly complicated when it came to courtesy and social cues, I never knew if I was supposed to text them the next day or if ghosting was okay.
"Not for that!" She laughed. "It's another part of the scavenger hunt list and it needs to be obvious you got it from someone, you can't just go to the store and buy one."
Pulling myself off of her, I pulled my wallet from the pocket of my jeans and rummaged through it, handing her one that I'd been carrying for about a week or two. I'm sure some guys had older and more worn out ones, but I always tried to replace them regularly if they didn't get used, mostly to avoid the predicament that I was currently in. Smiling, she got back onto her feet and thanked me before running off again without offering me anything in return, which felt a bit rude in my opinion.
Putting my wallet away, I walked out of the garage and into the small excuse for a yard where a group of kids sat smoking and shotgunning a pack of beer, which I helped myself to without asking, sitting down next to a tipsy Rosetta.
"Where have you been?" She asked through slurred speech and leaning her head into my shoulder. I kissed her neck tenderly, slipping a hand into the waist of her shorts and pulling out a small section of the thong she wore, running my finger along the fabric.
"Just fucking around inside."
"Inside the garage or inside a girl?"
"Nah, just some first year who wanted a hickey for a scavenger hunt, didn't get farther than second base."
"So much for Mister 'I have a girlfriend'," She giggled, taking the sides of my head and pulling my face into hers. We spent a few moments kissing, with her rubbing herself against my crotch in a teasing manner and me sticking both hands up the back of her shirt and attempting to fiddle with her bra before realizing that, much to my dismay, the clasp was on the front. We only stopped every so often to drink, quickly shoving our tongues right back into each others mouths and panting heavily. "My parents vacation home is currently unoccupied," She eventually whispered into my ear. "You wanna get out of here?"
"Fuck yes."
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and sent a text message to who I assumed was her sister, a recent graduate who stuck around the area for an extra year of the party scene. Standing up, I held out my hand for her to take and brought her to her feet, the sudden movement giving me a slight dizzy spell as I stumbled, the ground didn't feel like it was staying still. Shaking my head out, I blinked a few times until my body relaxed, pulling Rosetta by the hand and over to the sidewalk that was lit only by the dim light of the street lamps. Laughing, I wrapped myself around her tightly so that my front connected with her back, holding her by the waist and slipping a hand deeply into her pants, which she didn't protest and allowed us to remain that way until her sisters car pulled up, neither of us speaking but her squirming and taking quick breaths every few moments.
Now releasing her, we climbed into the back seat of the car, pressing our lips together somewhat aggressively as I closed the door.
"Hey, if you're gonna fuck my sister can you please not do it in my car?" Vittoria chimed in, causing us both to start laughing uncontrollably. Thankfully it wasn't a long drive down to the beachfront and she merely gave us a quick wave off before hightailing it back to her boyfriends place and leaving the two of us to ourselves.
Our plan had been to get to a bedroom.
Our hormones caused us to only make it as far as the couch.
