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Carter
After the storm,Henry proclaims that the next week will be the week of partying. Which basically means a new party every single night.
Which is fucking exhausting. I smile and of course we all agree, since Henry is being so incredibly generous about this whole month, but I know the other guys agree with me on this.
We’re sick of parties. I guess I should only speak for myself. I’m exhausted by these parties at this point, and the only thing I really want to do is spend time with Emily, which is exactly what I shouldn’t be doing.
It’s an impossible situation. I’m slowly moving away from the guy that I was when I first came into this house, which seems totally implausible to me. I’ve been a bachelor for as long as I can remember, cleaning up on college campuses, though I never actually dated any direct students. Still, I’ve been partying my whole life, and now suddenly the parties don’t seem exciting anymore.
They feel all the same. The only thing that brings any life into them is Emily, and whatever’s happening with her and all the other guys.
I keep feeling my fingers against her skin. I know I should try and resist this, but it’s like I’m under a spell. I’m giving in to whatever I want, ignoring any voices that try and tell me to do otherwise. I should probably be trying to fuck as many women as possible at each of these parties, but I just don’t have any desire to at all.
I’d rather stand in the corner and laugh with Emily. I’d rather flirt with her, spend whatever time with her I can, and taste her when she wants it. Normally, in all my other relationships, I’ve been the one in control. But with Emily, I know I’m so totally out of control that it’s almost impossible to see anything but her.
And it feels good, so fucking good.
But I’m frustrated. I can’t pretend like I’m not. I have to hide my feelings for Emily, all because her brother, who barely knows her, is a jealous asshole. I don’t know why he’d care who she fucks. I especially don’t get why he’d mind if it were one of us, his supposed closest friends. He knows we’re all decent guys and we’d treat her well, but he doesn’t seem to care about that. He has this totally backward and stupid idea of what it means to be an older brother, and now that he’s finally trying to be closer to her, that’s what he falls back on.
It’s annoying, it’s frustrating, and I don’t know how long we’re going to deal with it. I demand a better future, and I’m going to get it from Emily, whether Henry likes it or not.
Although I can’t pretend like I’m not torn about all this, wondering what it means for our friendship. Maybe I’m not the good friend I always imagined I would be.
I get through three days of partying before it all comes to a head. I spend the nights drinking lightly, not getting too drunk, chatting with people I know, and trying to flirt with Emily as often as I can. I can’t make it too obvious, since Henry will eventually get his head out of all the pussy he’s trying to drown himself in and notice, so I limit myself and accept things for what they are.
But I’m frustrated, and each night is a tease. I watch her with the other guys, and although I’m not exactly jealous of their relationship with her, I am jealous of their time with her. I want that time, although I don’t need her all to myself. It’s a complicated and weird situation, and I’m honestly trying not to think about it. There are a lot of complicated, seemingly contradictory things in the world of physics, especially in quantum physics, and I’ve learned to hold all those ideas in my head. If I can accept that light is both a particle and a wave, I can accept that Emily is both mine and all of theirs as well.
During the third party, I watch Henry drunkenly stumble along with these two blonde chicks back toward the stairs. He’s clearly taking both of them into his room, which makes Emily shake her head.
“I knew he’s been trying to sleep with as many girls as possible, but them…” She trails off.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” I admit. “He’s not normally like this.”
She gives me a look. “He’s young and he’s rich. I’m not going to pretend like he’s not out sleeping with women as much as he can.”
I grin at that. “Okay, I won’t try and tell you otherwise, then.”
“But two at once? And girls like that?”
I shrug a little bit. Henry’s never had a very discerning taste in women. Those two girls were particularly questionable, though. Both visibly drunk, just like he is, with long blonde hair, low-cut dresses, and loads and loads of makeup.
“They could be nice girls,” I say.
She gives me a look. “Come on, Carter.”
“I know it looks bad. But this is how he unwinds. And plus, there’s the bet.”
She goes still. “Bet?”
I give her a sheepish grin. “Henry’s the only one playing at this point.”
“What bet?” she asks again.
“Early on, Henry made a bet with us all, to see who can sleep with the most women.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Oh, god.”
“I know, immature, disgusting, all that. I totally agree.”
