Detention 14

(It took fifty years but I finally finished it)

CHRIS

The phone kept ringing and ringing, but he wouldn’t fuckin’ answer it. “What the fuck are you doin’?” I screamed into the phone. The only answer I got back was the ring tone that went on forever and forever. After about five more rings, I slammed the receiver down on the hook, mad as fuck. 

“He wasn’t there?” Aaron asked as he sat on an apple-colored couch with a half-grin on his pretty face. For a second I’d forgotten that dude was in the room - I’d forgotten that I was in his small, cluttered apartment. I was so focused on tryin’ to talk to Brandon - but of course that shit ended up bein’ a fuckin’ waste of time. 

“Didn’t answer the phone,” I answered angrily. 

“He might’ve been busy,” Aaron suggested. He smiled again; his teeth were too white and perfect, almost like they were fake. His whole face, although it was good-looking, had that same kinda artificialness to it. 

“Probably so,” I said. B better not have been busy doin’ what I was thinkin’ he might’ve been busy doin’ especially with that dumb ass, Luke Blockhead. What the fuck could he be doin’ that was so important that he couldn’t come to his phone and talk to me. Or maybe B knew it was me on the other line and just didn’t want to talk to me. But that couldn’t have been the reason, `cause he wouldn’t have called me earlier if he didn’t want to talk to me. 

I picked up the phone and dialed Brandon’s number again. I was as fuckin’ patiently as I could for B to pick up the phone. Ten fuckin’ rings went by before his fuckin’ voicemail picked up. “B, it’s me. If you’re there, pick up the phone. I need to talk to you....fuck it. Just call me back later.” I hung the phone up for the second time. 

“Still wasn’t there?” Aaron questioned. He had this look in his attractive brown eyes, like he was happy that I was upset that I wasn’t able to talk to B. He stretched out on the couch, with his long legs dangling over the arm of the couch and his arms tucked behind his head. Looked like he was posing for a fuckin’ photo or something. 

“Guess not...well, thanks for lettin’ me use your phone.” I started to make my way to the door.

“Where are you goin’?” Aaron asked in that deep southern accent of his. 

I stopped and turned around to look at him. Aaron stared at me with those hypnotic dark eyes of his. The bottom of his shirt was lifted up a little, so I could see his nice, flat stomach, his small navel, and the little thin trail of hair that disappeared down into his tight-ass blue jeans. He was definitely tryin’ to pull me in, but I really wasn’t tryin’ to let that happen . I was too busy thinkin’ about talkin’ to B to even be worried about this dude. “To my truck,” I said.
“Where you gonna go?” Aaron asked.

“I don’t know. Somewhere I could sleep for the night.”

Aaron laughed. He stretched his arms above his head, causing his shirt to raise up a little bit more. He wore low-rise jeans, and bein’ able to see the naked, tight curve of his ass, it was a bit more than obvious that the dude didn’t have any underwear on, and that he really wanted me to know that he didn’t have underwear on. “Why’d you think I asked you to come over here?” Aaron questioned. “Wasn’t just so you can use the phone.”

“I’m cool,” I said, “I’m just goin’ to go find somewhere to stay tonight so I can head back tomorrow.”

“You’re not gonna find anything around here,” Aaron said with that perfect smile on his face, “and if you do, you’ll end up payin’ more than you need to when you can just stay here free.”

I was tryin’ to be polite at first, but this dude was really startin’ to annoy me. “Look, I’m not tryin’ to get into anything with you tonight.”

Aaron’s forehead creased. “What do you mean ‘get into anything’?”

“You know what I’m talkin’ about. Don’t act dumb. I didn’t come over here to fuck you.”

Aaron laughed at me again as though I’d just said the most fuckin’ funniest joke in the world. He sat upright on the couch. “I’m not trynna have sex with you, Chris. I just wanted to help you out. Looked like you were goin’ through a hard time, and I thought maybe I could help you out.” I might’ve believed him if he didn’t say ‘hard’ the way he did. Somehow he found a way to make everything sound like he wanted to fuck.

“I don’t think I’d feel comfortable stayin’ here,” I told him. “I mean I don’t even know you at all. You don’t even know me either. I might try and kill you in the middle of the night or steal your shit or somethin’.”

“No you wouldn’t,” Aaron said.

“How would you know?”

‘`Cause you’re not as tough as you think you are,” Aaron replied. For some reason that reminded me of somethin’ that Brandon might say. When Aaron said that, it made my heart skip right quick. “There’s no reason for you to go back out there. You can just sleep on this couch tonight, wake up in the mornin’ and go back to your boyfriend.”

“Who the fuck said I had a boyfriend?” I asked. I was defensive, but didn’t really know why.
“Who was the guy you were trynna call then?”

“A friend of mine,” I lied. I don’t know why I said that. Aaron already knew that wasn’t true, and I don’t know why I was embarrassed to call B what he was really was to me - or at least what he was to me. 

“What does the B stand for?” Aaron asked.

“Huh?”

“You called him ‘B.’ What’s his real name?”

I didn’t want to tell him Brandon’s name, so I told him the first name I could think of. “Ben.”

Aaron nodded and smiled. He could definitely be a fuckin’ model `cause his face was just so damn perfect. “Do you love him?”

I got kinda defensive again, but then I relaxed some. “I don’t know...maybe...I guess...I think so...I don’t really wanna talk about this shit right now. Especially with someone I don’t know.” It felt weird sayin’ that shit out loud. I never thought I would feel that way about anybody. But when I really thought about it, I did. 

“Six months ago I left home `cause I couldn’t be around my family anymore, and `cause I couldn’t be around my boyfriend anymore,” Aaron said. “I came here to get away from all of `em. I thought that things would be better if I was by myself...but it’s not better at all. I’m lonely here. I gave up someone I really cared about, `cause I was scared. And now...I wish I could just go back to the way things you used to be. When stuff was simple instead of complicated.”

“Same way I feel,” I told him.

“Runnin’ away from your problems doesn’t fix `em,” Aaron told me. “I definitely know that for sure.” Aaron stood, stretched, and began to walk through a little hallway which I guess led to his room. “I’m about to go to bed,” he said. “I’ll be up for a little while, in case you wanna talk or whatever...” Aaron grinned at me and went into his room. 

I could’ve just left right then. But there was really no place for me to go. I figured I might as well just stay the night, and maybe in the mornin’ I could decide what I was gonna do. I went over to the couch and lay down. It felt warm and soft from where Aaron had been laying on it. Looking up at the ceiling, I thought about Brandon and wondered if he was thinkin’ about me. I would like to think that he was. It would be good to know that he was worryin’ about me and wonderin’ when I was comin’ home - but maybe he didn’t even know that I was really gone. Part of me wanted to just get off the couch, leave, get in my truck, and drive back to him. But then what? Would shit be different just `cause I showed up at his doorstep? Why would he want to see me now, when he didn’t want to see me the other night? I checked my cell phone to see if the signal had started workin’ again. But it wasn’t. Mad, I just turned the goddamn thing off. I figured that B wasn’t gonna call me anyway.

I didn’t wanna stay in this dude’s apartment, but at the same time I didn’t wanna leave, `cause I wasn’t completely sure if there was a really reason for me to leave. And then I thought about Aaron in the other room, and wondered if he was waitin’ for me to come into his room and try somethin’ with him. A good part of me wanted to. I hadn’t had sex in pretty much over a week, almost two. 

Aaron was decent lookin', and I knew I could pull him in if I wanted to. But I knew that if I wanted to make shit right with B again, that fuckin’ some other dude wasn’t gonna be the best way to do it. Except that B didn’t have a problem messin’ around with Blockhead. Even if that dude didn’t mean anything to him, he was still doin’ it. Why shouldn’t I do the same thing? It’s probably not like I’m gonna see this Aaron dude ever again anyway? Might as well make the best out of it.

My dick started to get hard thinkin’ about fuckin’ Aaron. I could tell he had a hot body under those clothes he wore, and a sexy ass behind those tight ass jeans. I gave my dick a few rough tugs through my jeans and stood up. I kinda felt nervous as I walked through the short hallway to Aaron’s room. I felt kinda guilty too. I knew it was somethin’ I shouldn’t be doin’. But I was gonna do it anyway. I went to Aaron’s bedroom door and pushed it open slightly...