Chapter Nine: Liar, Liar Pants on Fire (So Take Them off Please)

"Good morning princess," A cheery voice whispers against my ear.

I groan and stretch out, hitting whatever it is next to me. I open my eyes.

Oh god.

Memories of last night come flooding back to me. Reed touching me…down there, him moaning my name softly as we tried not to get caught. Last night was intense, I can’t believe I actually did all that stuff.

"You okay princess? You look pale. Sick again?"

I nod. I wish it was all just a bad dream but the strange taste in my mouth tells me otherwise. Did I really do that to him?

My eyes fall down to his lips. Did he really do that to me?

"Okay! Don't throw up!" He panics and starts searching through his bag. He then pulls out a water bottle and hands it to me. "Drink, it'll help!"

I shakily take it and take a sip. Reed stares at me.

"Feeling better?"

I don't answer, just look down at my lap.

"Look I know we took things a little fast last night, but I was wondering if you'd like-"

"About last night," I cut him off.

Reed freezes.

"Can we, uh, please forget it happened? I wasn't...I didn't mean for those things to happen." I hand him back the water bottle, not wanting to look at him.

How can I after what I did?

"You didn't...like it?" He asks, sounding very hurt.

I wince.

"You didn't have to do it if you didn't want! I just, I mean I could have done everything!" He groans. "Please Caleb! Tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it!"

"You can't Reed." I look him straight in the eyes. They’re full of pain.

"Yes I can! Please! Tell me!" He begs.

"The problem is you!" I snap, beginning to feel horrible. I'm hurting him so much. "I'm not a fag Reed!"

We both grow silent.

"Reed look, I didn't mean it like that."

"No," he shakes his head and stands up. "I'm just a stupid fag, I get it."

I grab onto his leg so he can't escape the tent, well considering him being naked I don’t think he will at this moment, but still! "Listen! Reed! I'm confused! What we did last night, that, I've never done anything like that!"

"I get it. You just wanted to get off! I helped you. The end." He shakes me off and pulls some boxers on.

"Reed," I frown. "Don't do this."

"Should have thought about that before getting my hopes up," He mumbles while putting on sweats and a tee.

Disappointing Reed is probably the worst thing I could have done. He completely ignores me for a whole half a week. A whole three days! It was hell considering my mom kept asking what was wrong. I had to lie and say he was mad that I ruined his chance with a girl. If there's one thing my mom doesn't approve of is gays and lesbians. She was raised up in a very Christian household who looked down on tiny sins. I obviously don't agree with her views.

But back to Reed and I.

Since he hasn’t been too talkative to anyone really, he hasn’t been hitting on me. And yes this will sound weird, but I actually miss it. I miss Reed saying all those perverted things to me. I miss Reed. So I’ve been trying hard to make it up to him, but today is the day he’ll finally forgive me because I’m just that amazing. He’s going to be the same old Reed that I used to know.

“Reeed.” I poke his nose. He glances at me before staring back down at his feet. I sigh. “Reed will you help me name the other alpacas?”

“Llama Two and Bob.”

I glare at him. “Those names suck ass.”

He snickers.

HA! I made him laugh! Now I just have to make him laugh so much we become friends- or whatever it was- again.

“Please help me! The judges said they liked it when the alpacas have cute names.“ I give him the puppy eyes. “You’re the only one who can do it!”

“Finee, since the world depends on it.” I grin and drag him over to the cage where our two alpacas are being held. Reed studies them both. “Big one is Chuck Norris, little one is Snow.” One bad ass alpaca and one cute alpaca. Perfect.

“Umh, okay,” those weren’t exactly the names I was expecting (considering he called the first Llama) but in an odd way they actually work.

“Now can I go back to sulking?”

“No!” I lightly slap his arm. “Ethan is coming up today! I think you’ll like him.”

“Caleb look,” Reed sighs; he’s been doing that a lot recently, “I don’t really give a fuck about your friends.”

Shocked, I glare up at him. “Well I’m sorry Mr. Bad-ass but I thought you actually cared. I’m just trying to fix whatever is wrong here.”

“You can’t”

“And why can’t I?” He can’t tell me what I can or cannot do. I’m my own man. This is America! Land of the free, bitches- I’ll stop now.

"Because I've never felt worse than when you rejected me. I don't want to be friends with you Cable. I need more."

"Well that's just selfish."

He shrugs. "It's selfish to use me."

"I apologized. You won't even give me another chance." I can't believe he's doing this to me! I screw up once and don't get a second chance to prove I'm not all bad.

"Why should I give you a second chance when you didn't give me one?" Damn, he has a good point. "I thought after that night, I thought we'd be something. But you called me a fag and rejected me."

Well it sounds horrible when you say it like that.

"W-well it's not like I knew you liked me-"

"Don't pull that shit with me. I straight up told you I liked you!"

We both pause. Everything is strangely quiet, even with all the animals around. We stare into each other’s eyes, deep inside of me I want to separate the space between us and kiss him. But I know I can't because I've already messed things up enough. Kissing Reed is the worst thing I could do right now.

"If you want to know Caleb," Reed breaks the silence. "That was my first time ever doing that."

I raise an eyebrow. "First time doing- you said you'd had countless lovers!"

"Lies, all lies." He frowns down at the dirty barn floor.

"What the hell are you saying Reed?! All you've told me is a lie?!" Who is Reed? If everything he's said was a lie I can't trust a thing he says.

"I'm nobody, Caleb."

"Oh, so just like me?" I say coldly. "You didn't want to be loser like me?"

"That's not what I, Caleb! No come on! Come back!"

He lied to me about everything. Who exactly is Reed and why on earth would he make up all that stuff? But more importantly why on earth why do I feel like all of this is my fault. Reed is a liar and I’m feeling guilty.

I ignore Reed's calls and keep on walking, wanting badly for him to follow.

Why do I want him to follow me? Why do I want him?

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