Jock Next Bed (BL)
Chapter 30: Messed up

Chapter 30: Messed up

Chris could not sleep that night. He kept tossing and turning in his small bed in the dark room, where he was alone again.

As usual, Sky was nowhere in sight, and Chris appreciated that. He didn’t want to see him. In fact, he didn’t want to see him at all until the end of his studies, and he hoped he wouldn’t return to this room ever again!

But as much as he hated Sky right now, the image of Sky’s hair falling all over his face as he stood on that stage and his hand reaching to push them out of his perfect face continued to replay in his head in slow motion.

That perfect face that had transformed from a masculine pretty face to a feminine pretty face continued to hunt him.

He tossed again, unable to rid his head of those thoughts in order to fall asleep.

Since he heard Sky was heading the school gym, he had thought he was one of those guys who overdid it and used the gym to destroy their bodies with so many taut muscles.

But seeing Sky’s chiseled thighs, which were exposed down to the ankle boots, proved he did it in a healthy way. They were firm and matched his entire frame.

It was a cold night, but Chris felt hot all over. So much so that he even threw down the covers and tossed again, groaning in frustration.

His hands sought his face and then moved down to his neck, slowly caressing it. They then trailed down to his chest, and then only one hand continued the journey, slowly moving down his body until it got to the waistband of his brief.

The picture of Sky came in full force, making his breathing hitch up, and at once he sat up on the bed, swearing angrily.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK!"

He was not like this.

How could HE, Christopher Owen, allow Sky to mess with his head?

It was he who messed with people’s heads. It was he whom others craved and touched themselves for. It was NEVER going to be the other way around. He was never going to fall into this stupid lust after all it took for him to come here. And especially not for someone like Sky.

He picked up his phone, which he had turned off when he left The Pub in a foul mood.

As soon as the phone came on, he noticed the time hadn’t gone far yet; it felt like he had been up for hours. It was just 1 a.m. at midnight. He also noticed three missed calls, all from Rachel, and three text messages, which he reluctantly opened.

The first message was from an unsaved number that didn’t look familiar.

Seeing Sky’s name next made his heart stop.

He hated feeling like this. He hated it with everything in him.

The last message was Rachel’s.

Despite the fact that he hated what was happening to him, Sky’s message was the one he opened first.

(The others said you weren’t feeling well. Should I get you any kind of medication in the morning?) Chris scoffed at the message. Who did he think he was to care about his health? He should send that unwanted care to others, just like he always did.

"I don’t want your stupid care," Chris muttered angrily and exited the message without sending a response.

He opened Rachel’s message next and read it.

(You know I’m here for you, right? I’ll come see you in your dorm tomorrow. Goodnight, C.O.)

Her message made him feel a little bit better. Remembering all that had happened tonight still left a bitter taste in his mouth. He wished he hadn’t left the dorm in the first place. He felt like an idiot. A big idiot.

(Ok.)

He responded.

He was about to shut off his phone when he remembered he still had one unread message from an unknown line and exited Rachel’s to check who it was. He had someone in mind, but when he opened the message, he was quite surprised to see who had sent it.

(Are you okay?)

(This is Rain, by the way. I stole your number from Sky’s phone.)

This was Rain.

He blinked at the message in surprise.

The same Rain he had been admiring before that non-practising wizard ruined his night.

He didn’t think twice before he began to text her back, feeling a whole lot better.

(I’m good. I felt a little sick and had to hurry back.)

He did feel very sick when he got a realization and realized he had unconsciously deluded himself for a minute.

Almost as soon as he sent that message, he got a notification that she had read it, and she began to type back.

Her message came in.

(Cool. Do you want to hang out tomorrow?)

She was into him.

He had noticed that from the first time they met, but he didn’t know whether it was just infatuation or whether she was really into him and wanted to know him.

Either way, he remembered that Sky had warned him to steer clear of his sister. And more than that, he remembered his goal here. He was supposed to be focused and stay away from ’other people’.

No emotional entanglement!

(I’m not sure that’s a good idea.)

Her message came after a long minute. (Because of Sky?)

He replied. (I won’t lie and tell you he didn’t mention me staying away from you.)

(So you HAVE talked about me with him...)

Well, he had just messed up by admitting that. But he had asked out of good intentions, and it was Sky who had made it a big deal, telling him that friends were to stay away from his sister. But he wasn’t Sky’s friend, right?

(I won’t deny that.)

(Then come watch our basketball practice tomorrow. We’re preparing for a big game.)

(You can as well decide not to. But think about it. We’re heading home now. Good night.)

Chris read the messages, but all he could text back was "Good night."