impressive.”
“Ha, well, like you, let’s wait until I do something impressive first. And I’m not scared yet, but if you see me in May and I’m bald, it means I’ve torn all my hair out trying to finish the damn thing.”
Pete leaned closer, about to ask him more, when Matthew’s phone sounded.
“Oops, there’s my alarm. I wish I could stay longer, but I’ve got a TA advisory session in a few.”
“No problem. Listen, man, thanks again for helping me out on this, especially now that I know how busy you are.”
Matthew had stood up by now and was putting his laptop and books into his bag. He stopped and shot Pete a dazzling smile. “Are you kidding? We’re going to have all kinds of fun.”
God, you’re gorgeous . Pete caught his breath. “Okay. Yeah.”
Even though he’d said he had to go, Matthew lingered by the table. “When do you want to get together again?”
How about tonight? Pete thought but said instead, “Um, how about I text you when I’ve gotten a first draft done on the screenplay?”
“Sure. And let me know if you get stuck. I could help you toss some ideas around.”
“Okay.”
“Adios, amigo.” Matthew gave him a salute and strode out of the bagel shop.
Pete watched him go, a small smile on his face.
“I’ M BORED .”
Angie’s voice intruded on Pete’s attempt at writing his screenplay, but he was stuck anyway. He closed his laptop and stretched.
“So, what d’you wanna do? Saturday night in the land of Wahoo—things must be hopping.”
“I don’t know.” Angie gazed at her fingernails. “I don’t like this color after all. Have you heard of any parties?”
“No.” He picked up his guitar, strummed a chord, and started tuning the strings. “I know! We can unpack more boxes!”
“Oh, fun.”
Angie’s glum tone had him peering at her. “What’s up with you, Sunshine?”
She sighed. “Nothing. I’m already done with my homework. I just want something to happen. I’m tired of this life.”
Pete picked out a melancholy melody. “So soon? We’ve only been back to school a couple of weeks. Why don’t you give Brian a call?”
“No, thanks. It’s all the same old thing. And this is the year that things are going to change for us. I just know it.” She wandered over to the refrigerator and inspected the contents. “Like you getting together with Aidan the very first night.”
“Yeah, that was different. No big deal, though.”
“No big deal? Sure. You’re only dating your dream crush.”
“I haven’t—I mean, we’re not ‘dating.’”
“He invited you to be in that singing thingy, didn’t he?”
“Singing thingy? Octet.”
Pete hadn’t heard from Aidan since their hookup. He had been excited when he ran into him in the bookstore after Professor R’s first class, and Aidan had invited him to join a men’s octet he was organizing for U. Singers. But while Aidan had been friendly during the brief meeting to get the octet going, he’d left afterward with a few of his theater buddies without another word to Pete.
Throwing down his guitar, Pete decided for the tenth time to forget about Aidan—and his lips, his hands, the way his cock—
“Pete!”
“Sorry. What were you saying?”
“Forget it. Let’s go out somewhere tonight.”
Before Pete could answer, a loud bam! sounded at the door. Angie ran over and opened it; Bud stood on the other side, grinning. He wore a T-shirt that said “Rugby Players Have Leather Balls” and his usual baseball cap turned backward.
“Ready, guys?”
“Ready for what?” Angie asked.
Bud stared at them. “For the frat party!” He scowled at Pete. “Didn’t ya tell her?”
“About a frat party?”
“Duh, bro. I texted you, remember?”
Kind of remembering a text from Bud yesterday that he hadn’t paid much attention to, Pete stared at him with disbelief. “Really? You want us to come to a party at SAE?”
Angie laughed.
“Hey, guys, I know you’re not into
“Ha, well, like you, let’s wait until I do something impressive first. And I’m not scared yet, but if you see me in May and I’m bald, it means I’ve torn all my hair out trying to finish the damn thing.”
Pete leaned closer, about to ask him more, when Matthew’s phone sounded.
“Oops, there’s my alarm. I wish I could stay longer, but I’ve got a TA advisory session in a few.”
“No problem. Listen, man, thanks again for helping me out on this, especially now that I know how busy you are.”
Matthew had stood up by now and was putting his laptop and books into his bag. He stopped and shot Pete a dazzling smile. “Are you kidding? We’re going to have all kinds of fun.”
God, you’re gorgeous . Pete caught his breath. “Okay. Yeah.”
Even though he’d said he had to go, Matthew lingered by the table. “When do you want to get together again?”
How about tonight? Pete thought but said instead, “Um, how about I text you when I’ve gotten a first draft done on the screenplay?”
“Sure. And let me know if you get stuck. I could help you toss some ideas around.”
“Okay.”
“Adios, amigo.” Matthew gave him a salute and strode out of the bagel shop.
Pete watched him go, a small smile on his face.
“I’ M BORED .”
Angie’s voice intruded on Pete’s attempt at writing his screenplay, but he was stuck anyway. He closed his laptop and stretched.
“So, what d’you wanna do? Saturday night in the land of Wahoo—things must be hopping.”
“I don’t know.” Angie gazed at her fingernails. “I don’t like this color after all. Have you heard of any parties?”
“No.” He picked up his guitar, strummed a chord, and started tuning the strings. “I know! We can unpack more boxes!”
“Oh, fun.”
Angie’s glum tone had him peering at her. “What’s up with you, Sunshine?”
She sighed. “Nothing. I’m already done with my homework. I just want something to happen. I’m tired of this life.”
Pete picked out a melancholy melody. “So soon? We’ve only been back to school a couple of weeks. Why don’t you give Brian a call?”
“No, thanks. It’s all the same old thing. And this is the year that things are going to change for us. I just know it.” She wandered over to the refrigerator and inspected the contents. “Like you getting together with Aidan the very first night.”
“Yeah, that was different. No big deal, though.”
“No big deal? Sure. You’re only dating your dream crush.”
“I haven’t—I mean, we’re not ‘dating.’”
“He invited you to be in that singing thingy, didn’t he?”
“Singing thingy? Octet.”
Pete hadn’t heard from Aidan since their hookup. He had been excited when he ran into him in the bookstore after Professor R’s first class, and Aidan had invited him to join a men’s octet he was organizing for U. Singers. But while Aidan had been friendly during the brief meeting to get the octet going, he’d left afterward with a few of his theater buddies without another word to Pete.
Throwing down his guitar, Pete decided for the tenth time to forget about Aidan—and his lips, his hands, the way his cock—
“Pete!”
“Sorry. What were you saying?”
“Forget it. Let’s go out somewhere tonight.”
Before Pete could answer, a loud bam! sounded at the door. Angie ran over and opened it; Bud stood on the other side, grinning. He wore a T-shirt that said “Rugby Players Have Leather Balls” and his usual baseball cap turned backward.
“Ready, guys?”
“Ready for what?” Angie asked.
Bud stared at them. “For the frat party!” He scowled at Pete. “Didn’t ya tell her?”
“About a frat party?”
“Duh, bro. I texted you, remember?”
Kind of remembering a text from Bud yesterday that he hadn’t paid much attention to, Pete stared at him with disbelief. “Really? You want us to come to a party at SAE?”
Angie laughed.
“Hey, guys, I know you’re not into
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