Chapter Nine: Jeremy's Secret

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I sat in my bed the next morning staring up at the ceiling. Everything that happened last night still on my mind. I couldn’t believe half of it. I was just hoping it was a horrible nightmare. But as I stared at Jeremy drooling on the pillow beside me, I was reminded of it. 

I couldn’t believe Ian had manipulated me. I couldn’t believe how aroused I had been. I hated Ian for screwing this up for me. It’s like I’d never be able to be in a good relationship without him sneaking his way into my mind or seducing me with his words. 

I sighed softly as Jeremy turned towards me, wrapping his arms around me. I ran my fingers through his hair as he rested his head on my shoulder. I glanced towards the ground as his cell phone began vibrating. I slid him off of me as I picked his phone up from the ground, glancing at the screen. It was his Mom again. She had sent him another text. 

Jeremy. Call me. Please. I’m worried about you. 

There was more, but before I could read the rest of it, Jeremy snatched his phone from my hand. I hadn’t realized he had woken up. 

“What? It was vibrating,” I retorted as he glared at me. 

“That doesn’t give you the right to go through my messages,” he huffed sitting up in my bed. “I don’t go through your phone.”

I bit my lip. “You can go through my phone if you want. I have nothing to hide, Jer.”

He sucked his teeth at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re hiding things from me and I don’t like it,” I said folding my arms across my chest. “Jeremy, we are best friends. You’re my boyfriend. You can tell me anything. What’s going on with you and your mother, huh? She sent you a message yesterday too. She sounds worried.”

Jeremy let out a sigh as he stood up from my bed, throwing my covers on to me. He walked out of my room, slamming the door shut behind him. I didn’t understand why he was getting so pissed over this. So, I looked at his phone. Big deal. 

“Jeremy,” I called out to him as I walked out in the hallway towards the bathroom. The door was locked. 

“Talk to me,” I said knocking on the door. “I’m sorry for looking at your phone. You’re right. It’s none of my business. If you don’t want to talk about it, we won’t talk about it. Okay.”

He didn’t say anything. A minute or two later, the door swung back open. Jeremy was standing there, tapping his hands against his legs, nervously. 

“I’m hungry,” he said changing the subject. “Let’s eat something.”

“Really, Jer? You’re not going to tell me,” I huffed folding my arms across my chest as Jeremy rolled his eyes at me. 

“It’s none of your business, Ryder,” he sighed. “And I don’t want to talk about it. You just said we don’t have to talk about if I don’t want to. Well I don’t want to. So, could you please drop it?”

I sucked my teeth. Why was he being so difficult about this? I don’t understand why he wouldn’t tell me. Jeremy and I tell each other practically everything. It was unlike him to hide things from me. 

“Fine,” I said in between my teeth. I plopped back down onto my bed as Jeremy set up Call of Duty on my TV. He passed me a controller, and we played in complete silence. Well I was silent. Jeremy was shouting the whole time about where I should go and what type of gun I should be using. It was clear I hadn’t played in a while. I had gotten a little rusty. 

“Ry, you’re unbelievable,” he huffed. “You were talking a lot of shit about how good you are, and now you’re not delivering.”

“I can deliver in other ways,” I snapped as I slammed my fingers against the controller. “You know the ways that actually matter.”

Jeremy snorted. “I don’t know, Ry. You haven’t been delivering much in that department either.”

I shoved him as he began laughing. I snatched the controller from his hand, tackling him against my bed. Jeremy smirked as I held his arms down, my knee keeping him in place. 

“What was that, Jer?” I teased as his blue eyes stared into mine. Before I could get another word out, Jeremy slid from my grip, reversing us so he was on top of me. 

“Look who’s on top now,” he grinned as he leaned towards me, pressing his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he and I started making out on top of my comforter. My hands drifted into his blonde hair as his hands brushed across my groin. 

Within a few minutes, he and I were both pulling our shorts off, rolling around naked in my bed. 

“You’re so hot,” I muttered as my lips fell onto Jeremy’s neck. He smirked as he grabbed a condom from off of my dresser, placing it on the bed beside the two of us for a moment. Just as I reached for it, he stopped me. 

“Ry, I was thinking maybe I could be on top this time,” he said pushing his blonde hair out of his face. I chewed on my lower lip, as I sat up in bed. That had taken me completely off guard. Jeremy had never wanted to top before. 

“I’m guessing that’s a no,” Jeremy sighed resting his hands onto his chest for a moment. 

“I didn’t say no,” I quickly replied as Jeremy grabbed the condom from the bed. “But I didn’t say yes either. Hold on, Jeremy.”

“What’s the big deal, Ry? You’re acting like you haven’t bottomed before,” Jeremy huffed. “I’m sure if Ian asked you right now, you wouldn’t even hesitate.”

He rolled off of the bed, grabbing his boxers from off of the ground. 

“Jer, come on,” I huffed as he slid his boxers back up onto his waist quickly. 

“I’m not in the mood anymore,” he groaned walking out of my bedroom. I rolled my eyes. Strike two for Ryder. How was I ruining our weekend? First his weird texts with his mom and now this. I’m surprised Jeremy hadn’t left yet. This was supposed to a fun weekend, not one filled with argument. 

“Blondie,” I sighed walking downstairs. “I’m screwing everything up. Look. I’m sorry. Where are you?”

He didn’t answer. I found him in the kitchen, sitting on a chair, his face focused on his phone. I rested my hands on his shoulder, planting a kiss on the crook of his neck.

“My mom cheated on my father,” Jeremy blurted out. “And she is leaving him for this new guy, Ryder. She and I got into a huge argument over it before I left. That’s why she keeps calling, Ryder. I don’t want to talk to her. So I’m sorry if I’ve been acting weird since I got here.”

“I’m sorry Jer,” I said wrapping my arms tightly around him. “You didn’t have to tell me.”

He shook his head, facing me. “I wanted to. You were right before. We should be able to tell each other everything and anything. Is there anything you want to tell me?”

I raised an eyebrow. Why did I feel like this was a trick question? Did he knew something had happened between Ian and I? Did he hear the two of us last night? I brushed my fingers across my lips, trying to decipher the look on his face. 

“No,” I answered firmly. “Nothing in particular comes to mind.”

Jeremy shrugged, standing up. “Another round of Call of Duty?”

I rolled my eyes, wrapping my arm around his shoulder as I followed him back upstairs into my room. He and I played and talked about the situation with his mother.

I was actually glad he had told me about it. I was afraid it might have been something worse. Something along of the lines of his mother catching him having sex with another guy while house sitting. After telling Jeremy that story, I’m sure his argument with his mother seemed like a small blip on the radar. Nothing could be worse than that.

The rest of our weekend together was pretty uneventful. Jeremy didn’t want to leave the house at all. He was fine staying cooped up with me for the whole weekend. He was content just being around me. 

He left a day early - so he could get things situated with his mother. I didn’t blame him. He had to patch things up before she moved out. Hopefully the two of them sorted through this. He promised to call as soon as he had the talk with her. 

That evening after Jeremy left, I decided to take a walk. I needed to clear my head and plus I hated being home alone. There was something creepy about sitting in my room by myself. 

I was trying to spend as much time as I could out before I went in for the night. My eyes flickered to Ian’s house for a moment as I stood on the sidewalk outside of his place. I stopped and stared, wondering what he was up to. I’m sure the love of his life, Alan was back by now. They were probably cuddled up together in bed - Alan rested his head on Ian’s shoulder as he typed away on his novel. Just the thought of the two of them made me groan. 

I bit my lip as I heard someone clear their throat behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. Who the hell was out this time of night? I turned around to see Ian standing behind me in shorts and a t-shirt, his headphones out of his ear. He had a slight smirk on his face as he glanced me up down. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled. “What are you doing out so late? Waiting for me?”

I scoffed. “No. I was actually just taking a walk. My house is empty. Just delaying time.”

Ian grinned as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh. So Jeremy is gone?”

I nodded. “ Yes. He left this afternoon.”

Ian rested his hands on waist, taking a deep breath. “That’s unfortunate. If you want company, I could come over if you want. I’d hate for you to be home alone. I know how lonesome it can get.”

“I think I’ll live,” I retorted folding my arms across my chest as Ian shrugged innocently. “I’m a pretty strong guy.”

“A pretty strong guy who is afraid of being home alone,” Ian chuckled resting his hand on my shoulder. “It was just an offer, Ryder. Don’t read too much into it. I’m in a relationship, after all.”

Now he was just fucking with me. I brushed him off. “Now you’re just deliberately being an asshole. You and I both know if you came over, what would happen.”

Ian raised an eyebrow, acting as if he was confused. “And what exactly would happen, Ryder? Please enlighten me.”

I scoffed. “You know exactly what would happen. You would try to have sex with me and I wouldn’t do it. It would just be awkward.”

He narrowed his eyes at me for a moment, as his lips turned up into a sly smile. “And what makes you so sure that that would happen, Ryder? If I wanted you, I could have you. Trust me.”

I bit my lip. I hated how sure of himself he was. As if I would easily just fall back into his arms like nothing happened between us. 

“If that’s what you think,” I retorted shoving my hands deep into my pocket. “To be honest, Ian, I think it’s the other way around. I haven’t made any moves on you. You’re the one who is constantly telling me how much you love and care about me still. I think it’s clear who can’t resist who.”

Ian glanced down at the ground for a moment, taking a deep breath in. “Come inside.”

I quickly resisted. “No. I can’t, Ian. I should get home.”

“Please - I just want to talk,” Ian said his tone more serious this time. “I won’t try anything I promise, and I won’t keep you long.”

“Why?” I asked curiously. “Why do you want to talk?” 

“I guess you’ll have to come inside to find out,” he said mysteriously as he wiped the sweat from his neck. He walked by me and straight into his house, holding the front door wide open. I gave in, walking by him inside. 

Hopefully, this wouldn’t be something I’d regret. 

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