Free Fiction Friday: Jealousy, Part 3

Hello and welcome back to Free Fiction Friday! We’re back to the prequels to Turning His Life Around! There are seven parts to this one, called Jealousy, and five more short stories after this one. Yay! 🙂

Please remember that the guys are technically underage in these. Any sex is fairly tame (described, yes, but tame) until much later in the series.

If you haven’t read Turning yet, you might consider checking it out. These stories make a lot more sense if you’ve read it first. These should also be read in order:

Nightmares and Waking Dreams (Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 )
Homework Break (Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 )

I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading and feel free to let me know what you think. I always love to hear from my readers. 😀

Read Part 1 here  Read Part 2 here

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“OH.” Ian breathed a sigh of relief. “Um, yeah, I guess.” Ian glanced at Kane, who was trying to ignore them and failing miserably. He had a half smile on his face that had nothing to do with the rerun that was currently on the television.
 
Ian closed his eyes again and took one more breath. “Look, I feel like an idiot,” he said, opening his eyes again. “I thought Kane said something to you, or asked you or something and I was just too mad that he might have broken a promise to me to think clearly and I never really expected for you to be standing there anyway so I was just running off at the mouth because, like I said, I was just ma—” He stopped when Hayden put a finger over his lips. “—mad.” He finished when the finger moved.
 
Hayden’s lips twitched. He was obviously fighting another smile. “I like you too. How about we go out, hmm? A movie or something?” Hayden asked and Ian blinked at him.
 
“Out? Like… a date?” Shit. Way to trap him into one. He probably just meant to hang out or…
 
“Is that a problem? Are you allowed to?” Hayden asked.
 
“Hmm?” Ian had to focus. He wasn’t arguing the date thing. He wants to go out on a date with me. Oh shit, now what? “Oh, um, yeah. I guess. I… haven’t been on one before, but I don’t think she’ll—I mean my mom—I don’t think she’ll have a problem with it. My… mom doesn’t really know, I guess. I mean, my orientation. But that’s mostly because she just works a lot. I just don’t think she’s noticed that I don’t really talk about girls all that much.” He wound down and knew his face was probably bright red again. He sighed, closing his eyes and wishing for the millionth time that the floor would just swallow him up already. “God, I still sound like an idiot.”
 
Hayden laughed again. “No, you don’t.”
 
Ian shook his head. “I don’t know how you can think I don’t.”
 
“It’s opinion. Just accept it. So, how about tonight? Movie? I’ll pick you up at six?” Hayden asked, smiling.
 
“Uh… okay.” Ian swallowed and nodded. “Six.” Hayden set his empty drink can down and stood, Ian standing up with him.
 
Ian walked Hayden to the door. “See you tonight,” Hayden said, quietly and Ian had to swallow. The look on Hayden’s face made Ian blush again. It was… well, Ian didn’t know how to describe it. The amusement from earlier was gone. He was serious and quiet, instead.
 
“See you tonight,” Ian echoed and Hayden pulled the door open. Ian watched him as he went down the short walk from the porch. He turned and waved when he got to his car and Ian waved back then watched him get in and drive off.
 
“Oh fuck, I’m in so much trouble,” Ian groaned, sliding down the door and landing on the floor.
 
“Why?” Kane asked from the living room doorway.
 
“I’m going on a date, Kane. What the hell was I thinking?” He put his head down on his knees and tried to remember how to breathe. “I’m going on a date. With another guy. The one I have a crush on.”
 
“You have a problem with the fact that it’s a guy?”
 
Ian looked up at his best friend. “No. You know that. But then again, how many gay guys do you know at school?”
 
“Point.” Kane nodded. “But do you really care what they think?”
 
Ian shook his head. “No, you’re right. I care what you think.” He paused, frowning. “What do you think?”
 
Kane crossed the small hallway and sat down next to his friend. “I think you’re freaking out over nothing. It’s a movie. Maybe some food. And he’s a guy, just like us. He goes to the same school, has the same—well, mostly the same—classes we do. He watches TV, listens to music and is, you know, a mostly normal guy.”
 
“Mostly?”
 
“Well, he’s got to be a little weird. He likes you, doesn’t he?”
 
The attempt at humor bypassed Ian. He stared at his friend a moment then shook his head. “I don’t get it.”
 
“What’s there not to get? Why wouldn’t someone like you?” Kane asked, sounding irritated.
 
Ian missed the tone and shrugged a shoulder, but didn’t say anything.
 
“Fuck that,” Kane said and Ian fought the urge to flinch. His cock, despite his mental state, still responded to the word. They really were going to have to figure that out. He glanced up at his friend and glared, but the glare was wasted on Kane. “Look, Ian, you’re hot. I’ve told you that. And obviously, this guy thinks so, too.” He shrugged. “Why not just go and enjoy the movie and see where it goes from there?”
 
Ian sighed and let his head fall back against the door. “I guess. God, I just feel like such an idiot. What a way to start.”
 
Kane shrugged. “Maybe it was better.” At Ian’s look, he said, “look, at least he knows you like him, right? That part’s done.”
 
Ian frowned. “I didn’t think of it that way.”
 
“And he said he liked you.” Another shrug. “Seems like the weirdest part’s out of the way.”
 
“Yeah. I guess so.” Ian sighed. “Now I just gotta figure out what the hell to wear.” He made a face. “I sound like the giggling girls in the cafeteria.” He shuddered.
 
Kane laughed. “Hardly. You’re not going to start wearing makeup, right?” The glare from Ian was answer enough. “And as long as you don’t discuss whether your shoes match your bag, we’re good.”
 
Ian laughed, feeling better. Leave it to Kane. “Thanks.” He bumped Kane’s shoulder with his own. He glanced at the clock. He still had a couple of hours. “Well, better get some homework done or something.”
 

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