Good Boy by Megan Lowe

Chapter 40

The following day I find a rose, exactly the same as the bunch I sent Cav, in my locker.

“Someone’s sending you flowers?” Thomas asks. “Should I be jealous?”

I quickly shut my locker. “I’m sure they put it there by mistake,” I say.

He slings an arm around my neck. “You know, if you wanted flowers and candy and all that girly shit, all you had to do was tell me. You didn’t have to send it to yourself.”

“Ha.” I know my response leaves a lot to be desired, but my head is spinning even more than it was before. What does the rose mean? Is it from Cav? I’m pretty confident in assuming it is, but maybe it’s not. If it is from Cav, is it a good thing or a bad one? Why couldn’t he leave a note?

I look for him in the hall but can’t find him anywhere.

“Who are you looking for?” Thomas asks, breaking into the fog around me.

“Huh? Oh, no one. Just trying to work out who sent me the rose, that’s all.”

“And what? You think they’ll have a neon sign on, pointing and telling you it was them?”

“You never know.”

He laughs. “Who the hell sends a rose anyway?”

“Some people think it’s romantic. Why? What would you send?”

“I wouldn’t send shit. You just go up to ’em, grab their ass, and lay one on ’em.”

“What if they don’t want that?” I ask.

He scoffs. “Who wouldn’t want me? I’m the motherfucking catch of this goddamn school.”

“And modest too,” I say.

He shrugs. “If it’s the truth, why hide it?”

“Who says it’s the truth?”

“Oh man, if only you knew the amount of pussy I turn down on the regular.”

I shake my head. I know a normal boyfriend would be upset with a comment like that, but let’s face it, I was never a “normal” boyfriend to Thomas. And he was never one to me.

“Sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t have said that. That wasn’t right.”

I shrug. “It’s fine.”

He pulls me to a stop. “No, it wasn’t. That wasn’t a very nice boyfriend thing to say.”

“I think we both know that this isn’t a typical relationship.”

He tilts his head. “What does that mean?”

“Thomas—”

“No, wait!” he says. “I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately, I’ve been up and down and all around, but I’m trying, I really am.”

“It’s fine,” I say.

“No, it’s not. I want to be with you. You’re the first person who’s ever really understood me, who’s taken the time to get to know me. I don’t want to lose that.”

My shoulders drop.

“And I know I need to do better. I will do better.” He cups my cheek. “You’ll give me another chance, won’t you?”

“I-I….” I look up, straight at Cav.

He clenches his fists, shakes his head, and turns and walks away in the opposite direction. The tightness in my chest tells me what I don’t want to admit.

“Thank you, baby,” Thomas says, clutching me to his chest. “I promise I won’t let you down.”

Try as I might, I can’t get the rose and the look on Cav’s face as he walked away out of my mind. I try to catch him in the hall between classes, but he slips between my fingers, disappearing in the crowd before I can get a word out. Then there’s the look on Thomas’s face when he convinced himself I would give him another chance. He’s been on cloud nine ever since. It doesn’t make me feel any better though.

It’s still bothering me when I sit down for lunch, twirling my fettuccine alfredo around my fork.

“There’s my awesome boyfriend,” he says, setting his tray down and pressing right up against me.

I shuffle down.

“What’s the matter?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say. “Just wanted to give myself some room to move, that’s all.”

“Are you sure everything’s okay? This doesn’t have to do with the rose and what I said this morning, does it?”

“What if I said everything wasn’t okay?” I ask.

“Then I’d say I’m super fucking worried about you and would want to know what I can do to make it better. That’s what I’m here for after all, isn’t it? To make your life better?” He snuggles into my arm. “Because you sure as fuck make mine better.”

I sigh. Why did he have to say that? How the fuck am I supposed to break up with him when he says stuff like that?

“It’s nothing. I’m just thinking about Jase, and I’m pretty sure I just bombed Mr. Skaff’s pop quiz in chemistry.”

“Aww, babe.” He rubs my back. “You’re such a good brother, and I’m sure you did fine on the quiz.”

I shrug.

He moves closer, his other hand moving up my thigh to cup my dick. “I can make it better. You know, take your mind off everything if you want?”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. I know what you need and I’m going to give it to you.” With a grin, Thomas gets up, grabs my hand, and drags me out of the cafeteria. A chorus of wolf whistles follows us.

We come to a closet, which he opens, flicks on the light, and pushes me in.

He follows, shutting the door behind him.

In a flash, he’s all over me, pushing me against the wall, kissing my neck while undoing my shirt.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he tells me in between kisses. “You know this, right?”

I try to stop his hands, but he knocks mine away.

“Stop. I want to do this for you.”

“I told you, I’m fine. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“I know something to take your mind off whatever’s bothering you.” He runs his hands down my chest, over my abs, to my belt.

I try to stop him again. “Really, I’m good.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he says as he undoes my fly, diving into my boxer-briefs and taking me in his hand.

Immediately I start to harden, and a smile crosses his face.

“Yeah, you want this. You need this.”

“Fuck,” I say, my head dropping back. I don’t want this, but, well, I’m only human.

He rubs me harder, twisting, hitting all the spots I like.

“That’s it, babe.” He drops to his knees and pulls my pants and underwear down.

“Tell me if I don’t do this right,” he says before taking me in his mouth.

Automatically my hips push forward, fucking his mouth. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but the look on Cav’s face in the hallway…. It was like he was… disgusted with me, that he’d made a mistake, that I wasn’t worth the effort. But I am. I gave him so many chances to be with me. I waited for him. I gave him everything, and he didn’t want it until he couldn’t have it. Well, fuck him. The only reason I’m in this mess is because of him.

“Mmm,” he moans.

I grab his head, a hand on either side of his face, my hips pistoning, my dick thrusting in and out of his mouth. He gags a couple of times, but I keep going, my release building.

“This what you want?” I grit out. “Me to fuck your mouth?”

“Mmm,” he agrees, tears streaming down his face.

“I told you I was fine, but you pushed and you pushed. I didn’t want this,” I tell him.

He tries to reply, but I don’t let him. I let all the anger, frustration, and confusion I’ve been feeling go, taking it all out on his mouth. I know it’s not fair, but he wanted me to let go, to let it out, so I am.

He reaches for his own fly, his pants tented beyond belief.

“This turn you on?” I ask. “Me using you as my plaything?”

He nods once, managing to get his dick out and starting to jerk it.

“That’s it,” I encourage. “Take everything I give you.”

I can feel the tingling at the base of my spine, and I know it won’t be long.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I exclaim, emptying myself down his throat.

He’s jerking himself harder, faster, precum weeping from the tip now, when the door opens.

“Seriously?” Cav asks, arms folded over his chest.

I slip from Thomas’s mouth as he finally comes.

“Shit, that was good,” he says, getting up, not concerned at all with the mess he made. He grabs me by the back of my neck and kisses me.

I stand there, shocked, eyes open, hands at my side, dick flapping in the wind and softer than pudding.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard,” Thomas says when he backs away. “Thanks, babe, we should do that more often.”

He grabs some paper towel from a nearby shelf and cleans himself up.

The whole time Cav stands there, staring, arms still crossed.

Thomas pulls up his pants and does his fly up before coming over to me.

“As much as I love your body and that huge cock of yours, I don’t want everyone to see what’s mine,” he says, pulling up my own pants and boxers, tucking me away and doing up my pants before buttoning my shirt.

“Er, thanks,” I manage.

He gives me a chaste kiss. “You’re welcome anytime, babe.”

He turns to the door. “Enjoy the show?” he asks Cav.

Cav doesn’t say anything, just clenches and unclenches his fists.

“I totally forgot this was one of your spots,” Thomas says, “but my guy needed a bit of a stress reliever and it just… popped into my head.” He steps out and pats Cav on the chest. “Thanks, man, I owe ya.” He then walks away, leaving me alone with his former BFF and subject of my fantasies.

“Um,” I say, shuffling my feet. “Sorry. I, ah, didn’t know this was your spot.” It makes me sick to my stomach that Thomas brought me here knowing it was Cav’s spot. And it makes me sicker still to realize what he just walked in on.

“Work out your stress?” he asks.

I scratch the back of my neck. “Not really. Did you, um, leave that rose in my locker this morning?”

“And if I did?”

“Why?” I ask.

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does.” I take a step toward him. “Fuck, Cav, if this was you telling me you’re ready—”

“It obviously doesn’t mean shit, considering what just went down here.” He turns away, but I grab his arm.

“Wait, just… wait,” I plead.

He shakes his head and frees his hand from my grasp. “It’s too late. There’s no point.”

“But there is,” I insist.

He gives a wry chuckle. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Things always work out this way for me.”

“No, Cav, that’s not true. Just give me some time to sort things out and then—”

“Then nothing,” he says. “This was a mistake.” He gestures between us. “The rose was a mistake, thinking I could be anything other than what I am was nothing but a pipe dream.”

I shake my head. “That’s not true.”

He looks at me, his blue eyes piercing through me. “I hope you guys are happy. You truly deserve each other.” With that, he walks away.

The bell rings, and once again I watch Cav get swept away with the crowd.

I want to scream. I want to cry, to rage. I want to rip my hair out, to take back everything to do with Thomas Rose. I want to run through the crowd and find Cav and kiss him and hold him and tell him everything will be all right. But instead, I stand there, lost, not knowing what to do, where to go.

“What the fuck did you do?” Jase rages, emerging from the crowd and shoving me in the chest.

“Nothing. I mean, Thomas and I did something, but it wasn’t anything.”

“If it wasn’t anything, then do you want to explain to me why Cav just rampaged his way through the school, jumped in his car, and tore out of here like a bat out of hell?”

“I didn’t know…. I didn’t mean…. Thomas and I…. He brought me here. I had nothing to do with it.”

“Did you get the rose he put in your locker this morning?” Jase asks.

I nod. “I didn’t realize it was from him.”

He shakes his head.

“I asked him to wait, that I was going to sort things out, but he wouldn’t give me a chance to.”

“He was doing what you wanted, Con.”

“And I was accepting of that. I just needed some time to end things with Thomas. He wouldn’t even give me that.”

“He’s majorly pissed.”

“He doesn’t have any right to be. I should be the one who’s pissed. He didn’t give me any time.”

“What are you going to do?” he asks.

I blow out a breath. “I don’t know. I want to go after him, but I need to talk to Thomas, and I don’t even know if he’ll talk to me or listen to what I have to say. I don’t even know if he wants me anymore.” I look at my brother. “Do you know where he’s gone?”

He shakes his head. “He didn’t say anything to anyone, just stormed off.”

“Fuck!” I yell, scaring a few people around us.

My phones buzzes in my pocket, and I dive for it, hoping and praying it’s Cav.

Kevin: Oooh, boy, you’ve made some waves. Cav just texted me, he wants you and him to race this week. Winner takes all. You in?