Chapter 4 #4
Zeke walks away with me in his arms and almost immediately notices that his insult has made me start crying. I have never done anything to anyone to deserve that. I mind my own business and don’t cause trouble.
“Fuck what he says,” Zeke says. “He’s just a lonely little fuck who can’t get anyone unless he drugs them first.”
By the time we get into the car, I am asleep. I don’t wake up until I’m being laid on something. I groan and hold onto Brett. Instead of laying me down and leaving me, he lays down next to me. I feel another body behind me before they get me undressed then redressed in a T-shirt and underwear.
Zeke lays behind me while I resume snuggling against Brett’s chest. “You don’t have to stay,” I mumble.
“Do you want us to stay?” Brett asks. When I don’t say anything, he cups my chin and lifts my face. “Alice?”
“Yeah,” I admit. “Is that weird?”
“Not at all,” he smiles. “We will stay.”
“Sleep, Mousey. We are right here,” Zeke says, kissing my shoulder.
All week has been amazing. Saturday night I had sex with Zeke and Brett, then they ended up taking me home and staying with me through most of Sunday.
They’re admittedly amazing caretakers and I like being around them.
I never thought I’d say that, but they have stopped teasing me as much.
They still pick at me but it’s different now.
They texted me to add me to a group chat with them and we’ve talked all week long.
I’ve gotten to know them more and we’ve talked about everything.
Wednesday, I made a vague comment about having to go to the store because we had nothing for dinner.
Thirty minutes later they were at our door with dinner.
After we ate, we went to my room to relax but we ended up having sex again.
I didn’t realize just how sore I still was, but it was still just as amazing.
Tonight, I am sitting in bed reading when I get a text from Kaylee, who is at a party.
Kaylee: You need to come out and meet me.
Me: Why?
Kaylee: Uhhh. Your men are a bit drunk. They’re requesting you.
Me: This sounds… Is this a trap?
Kaylee: Not in a bad way. I promise.
Me: Okay. Give me a little bit and I’ll be there.
I get out of bed and get dressed, get in my car and drive to the address that Kaylee sent me. It’s only a five-minute drive before I get out of the car and walk up to the house.
“Hey,” Kaylee smiles.
“So… they’re extremely drunk,” she says.
“Why did you call them my Men?” I ask as I follow her inside.
“Because they are. They haven’t even talked to another girl, let alone hookup with anyone else. This is good.”
When I get into the living room of the house party, Brett and Zeke spot me and smile brightly. “Just in time for the song,” Zeke slurs.
“Oh no,” I laugh. “I feel like I should stop this. They’re about to make a fool of themselves.”
“I think that’s the point, babe,” Kaylee says. “You expressed what you were going to feel like making fun of you so they’re giving everyone something to make fun of them for.”
“That’s really sweet but stupid,” I say.
“Just let them.” she laughs. “I want to see this.”
I sigh and sit on the couch to watch. The song ‘You are so beautiful.” From the old movie ‘The Little Rascals’ comes on and I cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing when they start to sing.
They are not just drunk, but they cannot carry a tune.
It’s comically bad but it’s also the sweetest thing anyone has ever done.
Everyone is laughing or taking a video, but they’re entirely focused on me.
When they get done with the song, everyone claps.
I wait for everyone to move on before I stand.
“You two are crazy,” I say as Zeke hugs me. “You reek of tequila.”
“I told you we would make up for it,” Zeus slurs. “We have more songs for you.”
“That’s alright. I understand,” I say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” Brett asks with a chuckle. “Are you going to take care of us, Mommy?”
“I will disown you if you ever call me Mommy again,” I say and Kaylee laughs.
“Need help?” she asks.
“Just getting them in the car,” I say. “Do you know where they live?”
“No,” she says as she grabs Brett while I grab Zeke.
“Zeke. Where do you live?” I ask.
“At home,” he chuckles.
“God,” I sigh. “I’ll just bring them to the house so they don’t choke on their puke. I don’t like funerals.”
“Aw. She loves us,” Zeke says as he wraps his arm around my waist.
“They’re like six-foot-four toddlers,” I say.
“Are you sure you don’t need help?” she asks as we walk to my car.
“Yeah, we are okay,” I say. “Go have fun. I’ll handle the kids.”
“Okay,” she laughs. I get the guys into my back seat before going around to get into the driver’s seat.
“Fancy seeing you here,” I hear a voice behind me say. When I turn, I see Fisher a few feet away.
“Fuck,” I sigh. Zeke goes to open the door and I push it closed again. “Go away, Fisher. I don’t have time for your bullshit.” I turn to get into the car, and he grabs me.
“I didn’t say you could turn away from me,” he says as he grabs me by the throat and slams me against the car.
I am frozen for a second but recover easily.
I bring my knee up and hit him in the groin.
He instantly hits the ground and I slip into the car and lock the doors before he gets up.
The guys are so out of it that they don’t notice anything is awry until Fisher starts hitting my window.
“You’re going to fucking regret this, bitch,” Fisher yells at me.
“What’s his problem?” Zeke mumbles. I don’t think he can even tell who it is.
“He’s just being a baby,” I say vaguely as I turn the car on and shift it into reverse. I leave Fisher standing there as I drive away.
Once I got the guys to the house, I had to take them in one at a time because they’re too much to keep track of together.
They’re also overly affectionate when they’re shit-faced drunk.
Once I got them laid down in my room, they grabbed me and trapped me between them.
They wouldn’t let go of me, so I just gave up and stayed between them.
When I woke up this morning I quietly and gently got out of bed and changed clothes before going to the kitchen.
I am standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter drinking coffee and scrolling through social media while breakfast cooks. I am making what I always make on Saturday morning, which is pancakes, bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns.
“Morning,” Kaylee smiles as she comes into the kitchen.
“Morning,” I say, returning her smile. “Have fun?”
“I did. Got laid and everything,” she says.
“I got trapped in a sandwich hug. They wouldn’t let me up, so I just fell asleep,” I say.
“No one got sick?”
“I thought Zeke was going to go a few times, but he went back to sleep,” I say. “Oh… remember the guy that tried to drug me?”
“Fisher Adams? Yeah. What about him?” She asks.
“I got the guys into the car, and he grabbed me before slamming me against the door. I kneed him in the dick and got into the car. He shouted at me, saying that I would regret it, but I just drove off.”
“He’s disgusting. Just because his dad is a sitting judge means that he gets away with everything. Rumors have been going around for years that he date rapes frequently. Apparently, he’s so good at it that you can’t even tell a lot of the time.”
“I looked away from my cup for what like… 5 seconds maybe? Admittedly, I should have known better. I guess I just didn’t expect it to actually happen to me.”
“I’m glad Zeke was watching. He saw Fisher talking to you.
Him and Brett just watched and waited to see if he would try it.
He had to get the cup away from you without openly calling him out.
He will end up fighting people for calling him out, but the other person is always the one to get arrested.
Everyone watches out for one another but he’s just creepy good at it. ”
“So… obviously he isn’t raping people in the middle of the party. What does he do?”
“No idea,” she says. “They always wake up naked in some random place on campus though.”
“That’s terrifying,” I frown.
“Are you going to tell them?” she asks as I cook breakfast.
“Nothing to tell,” I say with a shrug. “I handled it.”
“People don’t generally fight back, so maybe he will stop,” she says.
I hear footsteps in the hallway and turn to see Zeke and Brett in the doorway to the kitchen. They look like they feel like shit but are also obviously confused. Kaylee and I laugh in unison.
“Water and headache medicine,” I say, pointing to the counter beside them.
“How did we get here?” Zeke asks after taking the medicine.
“I brought you here,” I laugh. “You two bozos went and made a fool of yourselves then wouldn’t tell me where you lived, so I brought you here.”
“Oh… oh, no,” Brett laughs. “I was hoping that was a dream.”
“It wasn’t,” Kaylee grins. “Wanna see a video?” She hands her phone to them, and they watch their performance with their mouths gaping.
“Christ…” Zeke says, handing the phone back.
“You two are admittedly adorable together when you are shit-faced,” I say as I plate food. I point to the table, and they go sit down while Kaylee helps me take plates to the table.
“I feel like I’ve been run over,” Brett says.
“That’s kinda how I felt last weekend,” I say nonchalantly. Kaylee giggles.
“I still am shocked that you have the piercings that you do,” Zeke laughs.
“Hey, I was there when you got those,” Kaylee says. “I’m too much of a chicken shit for that.”
We talk and laugh as we eat breakfast. When we get done, I go to my room and the guys follow me. “We need to talk,” I tell them. “Sit.”
“Alice,” Zeke starts to say. They look worried.
“Shush and sit down,” I say. They nod and sit on my bed like they’re ready to get scolded. “What are we doing here?”
“What do you mean?” Brett asks.