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“Yeah, it’s all good between us, but I don’t know,” I sigh. “I’m afraid if I spend more time with Eli, I’m just going to end up liking him even more than I already do.”
“Okay, so what’s the problem? You like him, and he clearly likes you. He made it pretty apparent that he’s interested in more than just a hookup, and we all know that your whole ‘I just want to be friends’ act was bullshit anyway,” she says, causing me to chuckle at her brutal honesty.
Eli’s confession on Saturday night rocked me to the core. I didn’t expect any of those words to come out of his mouth.
“I find myself constantly wanting to be around you.”
“I like you, Logan. More than I’ve liked anyone, and it’s freaking me out.”
“Logan, I want this.”
To say that I was stunned is an understatement. I tried to keep Eli at bay. I tried to resist him and the way I feel about him, but it was no use. He told me he wants me, and it was said in a way that meant more than just sex. Now that he’s made it clear that he doesn’t just see me as another random hookup, I can finally admit just how much I want that boy too. I threw out the ‘let’s be friends’ thing as a last desperate Hail Mary, hoping to stand my ground against him, but I’m pretty sure Eli knew I was full of shit as soon as I relaxed under the weight of his perfectly chiseled body on top of mine and fell asleep with him in my arms.
I spent all day yesterday wondering if I would hear from him, and slightly concerned that my ‘friends’ act had driven him away for good. I had a hard time sleeping last night, anxious over the fact that I knew I would get to see him in class today.
“Actually,” I pause, “I don’t know if there is a problem.” I cock my head to the side as I think about Ali’s words. It all suddenly seems so simple. “I guess now the only problem is that Marc doesn’t know.”
“Oh, he knows,” she adds, nonchalantly.
“What?” My eyes widen in shock.
“He knows.” She casually shrugs.
“What does he know?”
“Well, he knows Maddison likes you. He told me earlier that Maddison wouldn’t shut up about you yesterday. So yeah, Marc knows.” She pauses. “Well, he knows Maddison’s side of things.”
“And what did Marc have to say about that?” I ask, trying to sound indifferent, but inside I’m a nervous wreck about my best friends’ opinion of me possibly being with his brother.
“Not too much, but I don’t really know. You should talk to Marc about it.”
“Talk to me about what?” Marc asks as he approaches the table and retakes his seat. He doesn’t seem too fazed, so I doubt he overheard the last part of our conversation.
Ali and I eye each other momentarily, as I contemplate being honest with him and laying everything out on the table.
“About...what kind of wings we’re ordering tonight.” I decide to be a coward instead.
“Buffalo, obviously. What kind of question is that?” He looks at me in mock disgust, shaking his head in disappointment.
Ali rolls her eyes at my lack of bravery as I avoid the topic of Eli for the rest of dinner.
Back at our dorms, Ali splits off to her room as I head into mine.
“Hey,” Marc calls from down the hall. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Yeah, of course.” I nod towards my dorm, silently inviting him to come inside.
I take a seat on my bed, trying to make myself as comfortable as possible. Though I can tell by the tone of Marc’s voice that this conversation will be anything but comfortable.
“What’s up?” I ask, as coolly as I can.
“Okay, I know this might be weird for you...and for me.” Marc begins to pace the length of my room. “But I wanted to talk to you about EJ.”
I had a feeling this was coming, though I was trying to postpone it as long as possible.
Marc keeps his eyes averted from mine as he continues. “I’m not going to lecture you about why I think it’s a bad idea or anything like that. I just wanted to tell you that if the only reason you told EJ that you wanted to just be friends with him was because you were worried about me, then don’t be. I just want you to be happy.” He stops pacing and looks at me with sincerity in his eyes.
“Even though...” He continues to walk. “He’s an idiot, and I’m worried that he’s going to fuck it up,” he tells me, and I can’t help but laugh.
