Diva and the Frat Boy[men of holsum2] by Daisy Harris

Author:Daisy Harris [Harris, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B008BKSFWG
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Published: 2012-06-13T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

His phone rang again. Nathaniel tried to ignore it, but after a halfdozen insistent jangles, he reached to his nightstand to check who was calling. The room was dark, but around the edges of paper on his windows, he saw the sun shining bright. The digital clock on his stereo said 11:45 a.m. Still, Nathaniel reserved the right to be annoyed. He’d never been a morning person.

The screen read “Greg Sanders,” and Nathaniel cursed that he’d ever entered Greg as a contact. He could have ignored the number otherwise.

“Hello?” He let every ounce of his annoyance at being woken up permeate his voice.

“Um, hey.” Greg paused, as if he was waiting for Nathaniel to say it was okay that he was calling so early or that he was calling at all.

Nathaniel didn’t have the energy for a showdown. “Done being hungover yet?” The toga party had been the day before last, but Nathaniel hadn’t stuck around to witness the aftereffect. At least not any longer than it took to make sure Greg wasn’t going to die of alcohol poisoning.

“Yeah.” Greg sounded embarrassed, or at least as embarrassed as a guy could sound in a one-syllable word. “Was a little sick the next day but felt mostly okay by nighttime.”

Nathaniel rolled onto his back, staring at his ceiling. It had reflective star and moon stickers stuck to it—a product of one of the occupants who had come before him. Still, the decals had seemed like the type of thing Nathaniel would have put up, so he’d left them on the ceiling. Whenever someone asked, he’d said they were his. “Well, I’m glad to hear you didn’t spend the day with your head in the toilet.”

“No. Was a little close there. I ate some runny eggs and went back to bed.”

Nathaniel smiled reluctantly. He’d never had a hangover, but he knew the usual remedies. The way he dressed, a lot of kids around campus assumed he was a huge partier. But Nathaniel was normally a lot more sober than anyone else. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t enjoy drinking, but he knew how a lot of guys—gay and straight— treated him when they were wasted, and he never wanted to be in a position not to have the upper hand.

Greg’s voice was tentative when he said, “Wish you’d been there.”

And though Nathaniel knew what he meant, he asked, “At breakfast?” He stayed quiet, wondering if Greg was going to use the opportunity for the cop-out. He’d pretty much given up on Greg that night. Yeah, the boy was cute, but he obviously couldn’t handle a single harsh glance from one of his frat buddies. Nathaniel didn’t feel angry at Greg so much as he felt sorry for him. Everyone thought Greg was so strong and brave—the face of gay life on campus. But the truth was Greg needed everyone’s approval like he needed to breathe.

“No.” Greg bit the word out, his voice firmer. “In my bed.”

Nathaniel wished his pulse didn’t beat a fraction harder in his throat.

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