Sharon's words are ringing through my head like a white noise as I'm laying in bed, watching Monty get changed.
Normally, I would brush conversations like that off, but earlier when Monty and I were practicing for our presentation, the mood shifted so quick. Before I knew it, I was drinking in Monty's body, both of our hands unable to stop touching the other.
It's like we're both drunk on each other, intoxicated and needing one more drop. We can't get enough.
So, maybe Sharon's right; I'm a bad distraction for Monty. I don't want to be the reason they lose their scholarship.
"Did you want to go to The Coven together?" Monty asks me, slipping on his slides. They give me a devious look, "then afterwards we can do it in my dressing room," they wink at me.
My heart sinks for what I'm about to do. Time to be an asshole. "Nah, I actually can't go this weekend, I have someone coming over," I lie smoothly.
"Oh," they frown, but then says, "that's okay. Who? Your friends? Will I get to meet this infamous Reid Henderson?" Monty ponders. I've told them about all my friends... including Grayson, but I don't consider him my friend.
"No, actually, just some Tinder hook up," I shrug, but I can't look at them. Instead, I try mirroring a bored expression while scrolling through nothing on my phone. My heart is pounding so fast.
Monty stops, "what?"
I risk looking up at them. They look confused. My heart squeezes and hurts. Fuck, I'm sorry, Monty. But, I continue in nonchalance, "Me and this guy are just talking, he's coming over this weekend. That's not a big deal, is it? I mean, we're just fucking."
"We're just fucking..." Monty repeats, his eyebrows drawn together.
"Yeah. I told you, I was getting over Reid. I figured you knew this was just a rebound thing." Fuck you, Preston, you're the absolute worst.
Now Monty's confused expression morphs into enmity. "What the fuck? No, Preston, I didn't figure I was just your rebound," Monty scoff, shaking their head, "I shouldn't be surprised. You're such a piece of shit, do you think about anyone other than yourself? This 'just fucking' thing?"they gesture between the two of us, "is over. Have fun on your Tinder date, whore." They slam the door shut behind them.
Are you happy, Sharon? Your son won't be distracted by me anymore.
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Uncontrollably Yours
Teen Fiction**This is an Out of My Control spin off!! I HIGHLY recommend reading that story before reading this or you might not get every reference!!** Preston Anders is in college, heartbroken, but he'll get over it because he's Preston and nothing can break...
