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Talk?" I say and he shushes me a little.

"Come on upstairs my moms napping on the couch." He says lowering his voice and tugging my arm a little.

"What the fuck Pete? Why aren't you ready?" I ask looking him over. He wasn't dressed. And I don't mean he wasn't ready to leave dressed. He just wasn't dressed at all... He had no shirt, no shoes, no socks. Just a fucking pair of sweatpants.  I frown at him.

"I didn't think you were still coming, you weren't in school." He says as we go into his room. He shuts the door as I sit down on his bed.

"So what you're not going now?" I say a little confused. He shrugged a little. Something was wrong. I mean I get that he thought I stood him up, but what the fuck. Wouldn't he still be going out to meet his mystery guy?

"Here let me get you a drink Elle." He says and I shake my head no.

"No I don't want a drink." I tell him as I stand up. I was gonna leave. I mean the only reason I was here was cause he said he told his mom I was his date for the dance, and if he wasn't going then...

"No sit please Elle." He says nodding back towards the bed. "I need to talk to you." He says and he comes over and sits on the bed, patting the spot next to him for me to sit back down. He looked a little anxious.

"What the hells going on Pete?" I say as I sit back down next to him.

"I wanted to talk to you." He repeats shrugging a little.

"You keep saying that." I laugh. He just looks at me. "So go head talk." I laugh again nudging his arm. He shifts a little and looks down at the floor. He looked a little distraught. Fuck. He's obviously upset over something and I'm mocking him... "Aw Pete honey what's the matter." I say softening my tone. He looked back up at me, his eyes locking with mine... He looked so...so hurt...Fuck. He was definitely distressed over something.

"Its just everything Elle." He says sighing a little. "I got in a whole big fight with my dad before..." He says his voice trailing off a little.

"Oh Pete I'm so sorry." I say reaching my hand over and rubbing his back trying to comfort him a little. He didn't have a shirt on. His skin was kinda warm to the touch... Not as warm as Bob's though...I've never felt anybody who was as warm as Bob was...fuck why do I keep thinking about him...

"I'm just so confused Elle." Pete says lowering his voice down a little. He reached over and put his hand on my leg, instantly snapping me back from my thoughts of Bob.

"Confused about what Pete?" I ask and he shakes his head a little as he absentmindedly traced little circles on my knee. It kinda tickled and I sat upright a little more pulling my knee back slightly.

"Aww, Its just...I'm confused about everything ya know. My dads just...you know how he is..." He says and I can feel the muscles in his back tensing up a little. I wrap my arm around his shoulder and hug him a little. He wraps his arm around my waist and I lean my head against his arm. I sigh a little not quite sure of what to say.

It was weird cause this is what I wanted... this conversation. I mean not with him. With Lia... I was so sure I could've helped her sort through her feelings if she only had given me the chance and now... Now I'm sitting here with Pete, in the same situation and I'm at a total loss for words.

I wonder what Bob told Lia... Fuck... Why do I keep thinking about Bob? Focus here Elle...

"Pete I..." I stammered a little. "I think that..." I took a deep breath. "I think that maybe you shouldn't worry so much." I say and he chuckles a little, I smiled... well at least he was smiling now... even if it is at my stupidity.... "No seriously Pete if your parents really love you they'll accept you for who you are, -they'll understand." I say nodding a little...Fuck.. I think that's what I heard Bob telling Lia that day.

"Elle I don't even understand... How will they?" He sighs. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at the floor. He sniffled a little. Oh my god... I think he's gonna cry...

"Oh Petey." I sigh and I stand up in front of him and hug him against my chest. I stroked his hair a little and he softly wrapped his arms around my waist hugging me back. 

"I mean how do I even know for sure." He mumbles pressing his face into my chest. How do you know your gay? Uh...isn't it obvious?

"Well, umm I think when you are, you just know, like a frog knows it belongs with the other frogs and not like a duck or some shit right? I mean it just knows." I say nodding a little. Oh fuck Elle.. you're so stupid...that doesn't even make sense... I pull back a little from him.

Pete looks up at me and nods like it does... He's just trying to humor me. That much is obvious...

"Hey when did you get a tattoo?" He blurts out lowering his hands down my waist a little as I pulled back a little shocked... Fuck...He must've peeked down the front of my dress...I mean he had to have...That's the only way you could see it. He looks up at me and I look back at him. He was sliding his hands even lower on my waist now, on to my hips kinda stroking them. The look in his eye was unmistakable... it was lust...

"Were you fucking looking down my dress?" I snap at him stepping back abruptly. He looked at me with that whole hand caught in the cookie jar look. I stared angrily at him. "What the fuck! I thought you said you were gay!" I yell stepping back towards the door. What kinda crap is this? I mean me.. him.. alone in his room.. He's fucking crying to me? Or is he?

"Oh fuck" He groans tossing himself back on to the bed. "I'm so sorry Elle." He says sounding so pathetic it had to be true... "This is what I'm talking about. I'm just so confused." He says sitting back up grabbing his head in his hands and hanging it forward. "I don't know Elle... I like guys- I like girls- what the fuck I'm some kinda freak." He says hanging his head forward in shame.

"Oh Pete, don't say that... I'm sorry I shouldn't have snapped at you." I apologize stepping back towards him. Fuck Elle, you're so stupid sometimes... "There's nothing wrong with you liking girls and liking guys too." I say and he looks up at me blankly. "That just means your Bi." I say - proud that I finally have something useful to say.

"I don't know Elle." He mumbles.

"No its true , you don't have to choose one or the other. That's what it means." I say nodding encouragingly.

"So you're saying you don't think I'm gay." He says looking past me a little.

"Well yes...wait no...fuck." I stammer. Shit maybe I don't know what I'm talking about... Pete just looked at me now...

"Like its like... mmm. Well if you like guys and only guys then yeah Id say you were gay, but if you like girls and guys then Id say no, cause you would be gay for the guy but not for the girl." I start babbling and he just stared at me curiously.

"So you think I'm gay." He says and I shake my head no.

"Well no, not if you like girls too." I say wrinkling my face in confusion. He was trying not to smile at me..."I mean if you like guys more then girls then I would say yeah. Like if 90 percent of the time you're with guys then Id say oh yeah you're gay but if you're mostly with girls and get with the occasional guy then Id say no you're just bi."

"So what does that make me Elle?" He asks and I bite my lip a little. I wasn't quite sure...

"Well do you prefer guys with a side of girl or the other way around?" I ask realizing how stupid this sounds. I mean I don't see why he has to label himself as anything... But he seemed to want to. And I was his friend so I owed it to him to help, especially after how I snapped at him before.."I think that ummm. You just need to figure out that first and then we'll know if you're gay or just bi." I tell him as I try to nod reassuringly. Fuck, I had no idea what I was saying...

"Well how do I do that?" He says and I shrug. He nods a little encouraging me to think.

"I don't know I suppose you could you know try it." I say and he just stared at me. "You know try being with a guy and then a girl and see what you like better." I say and he leans back on his bed a little.

"Yeah but I couldn't just use a girl like that." He sighs looking up at the ceiling.

"Well maybe if you explain to her." I start to say and he laughs.

"Explain to her what- that I think I'm gay and I just wanna fuck her as friends to make sure..." He laughs. "Come on Elle., No girl is gonna fall for that line." He says and I smile.

"Yeah she'd have to be pretty stupid, but um I think if you explain it." I say and he shakes his head a little. "No seriously Pete if she's really your friend she'll understand." I say and he gets up and steps towards me.

"Well you're my friend." He says pushing the hair from my face. I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing up against my leg as he grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him. "How bout you help me out." He whispers huskily into my ear. I could feel his breath heavy on my neck.

"Pete." I say gasping a little as he grabbed the bottom of my dress a little and was trying to lift it up. oh fuck.. What did I get my self into now...I step back quickly from him.

"Aw come on Elle." He says stepping towards me again. "It wont mean anything, we're just friends, help me out here." He says lowering his voice down. "There's no one home... nobody will ever know." He whispers in my ear.

"Pete I..." I stammer and I step back again a little stunned. Nobody's home? I thought he said his mom was sleeping downstairs... What the fuck? I blink a few times trying to clear my mind, not quite sure what was going on and that's when I see it...

A crumpled up blue notecard on the dresser... I recognized it instantly... He drew my name...Fucking Paul and his piece of shit friends. He fucking drew my name...

I don't fucking believe this... Does he think I'm stupid...Well obviously he does... What kinda girl would fall for that line? ha! Me! That's who... Well that's who he hoped would anyway...

I reach over and snatch the card off the dresser. "How much Pete?" I say roughly holding it up.

"What?" He gasps a little taken aback.

"How much for me?" I say opening the card up and looking at it. Yup. My name was scrawled across the middle. Assholes... the whole bunch of them...

"What are you talking about?" Pete says nervously.

"Aw come on Pete, you know how long I was with Paul." I say and he looks around a little unsteadily. "I know all about the games you guys play. I know what you guys do." I snap at him a little. "So now tell me- how many 'points' am I worth?" I ask and he shakes his head a little and sits back on his bed.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He says trying not to smile.

"Aw fuck you Pete!  That's how it works right?, you draw a girls name at the beginning of the week and then you got till when, Sunday night to try to fuck her for the points right?" I say and he smirks at me. "So tell me how many points am I worth to Paul?" I demand. Paul was the one who sets the points... I mean the whole fucking game was his sick idea... Shit I even helped him a few times. You know guys would come back on Monday with all sorts of wild stories and Id go ask the girl and sometimes shed be like yeah I don't know what I was thinking and be embarrassed and other times theyd be like oh hell no we sat home and watched chick flicks all night... Bunch of assholes they were... I was getting sick to my stomach just remembering. Pete was still smirking at me. "So how many?" I repeat.

"A fucking lot." He says as he lays out on his bed, stretching his arms over his head and chuckling a little... Bastard... I wanted to just go over and slap him and walk out but I thought twice of it... He wants to fuck around? Okay then I'm game... lets see how much he likes it when I fuck him back... And I know just what to do....

"I just don't believe Paul did that to me....punk ass motherfucker" I grumble as I hop up and sit on his dresser, swinging my legs a little as they dangled...

"What?" He says looking over genuinely surprised that I hadn't stormed out.

"Paul." I say plainly. "He's a motherfucker you know." I say and Pete just looked at me. "I mean I knew all about the little games you guys play, fuck I even helped him sometimes." I say and he kinda smiled. "But he swore to me that he'd never throw my name in as long as we were together." I say pretending to get a little upset and Pete kinda laughed.  That was half true... I mean he did promise not to throw my name in cause there were no rules... They'd do whatever it takes to get the girl... short of flat out raping her. I mean semi-conscious counted...unconscious didn't...

"Well you're not together anymore." He says and I smile a little.

"Yeah but still, what kinda loyalty is that ya know, I thought he still kinda cared" I say hopping off the dresser.

"Well he does." Pete says and I shake my head a little.

"Uh yeah I can tell." I say sarcastically folding up the notecard neatly a few times and casually slipping it into my purse.

"Naw Elle he does." Pete insists. "I mean that's why you're worth so much." He says and I smirk. "Cause you gotta be sober." He says and I look at him a little skeptically. "I'm telling you Paul was dead serious." He says and I frown.

"He said you had to be sober and one hundred percent willing or it didn't count." He tells me and I snicker.

"Yeah but he still tossed my name in." I say and Pete shrugs.    

"Yeah cause he figured as long as you were with bat boy no one had a shot." Pete snickers. Bat boy? Did he just call Gerard bat boy? I totally lost my train of thought imaging Gerard as some kinda superhero...complete with tights and everything... Fuck focus Elle...

"So all that crap about you being gay was just-" I say and he laughs.

"Yeah it was a little cliché...'star football player turns gay'!" he laughs. "But I had to get you over here alone and I figured it was just dumb enough to work." He says and I smile.

"Mmm and it almost did." I say and he shrugs. 

"I'm just so pissed at him!" I cry out and Pete just looked at me. "You know I should fuck you. Just to get back at him." I say and Petes eyes kinda light up. "I mean that would really piss him off right?" I say and Pete nods.

"Yeah it would." He grins a little.

"But I don't know Pete you've been a bad boy." I say waving my finger at him a little. He smiled. "I may have to punish you." I say and his smile grows. "I mean would you be okay with that." I say grabbing the waistband on his sweats and pulling him close to me.

"Aw Paul said you were kinky Elle." He says and he reaches his hand up to grab my breast. He was fully turned on now. I could tell.

"Uh-uh." I say slapping his hand down. "You need to learn some manners first." I say running my hands seductively down his bare chest.

I could practically feel his desire coming off him... This was gonna be too easy..

"Hey your dads got handcuffs right?" I say and he grins widely. "Mmm be a good boy and go fetch them." I say grazing my fingertips along his nipples.

He exhales something that sounded like a cross between a moan and a groan and I don't know what else, but he licked his lips a little and dashed out of the room.

He reappeared like two seconds later. I didn't even hear him come back in. I was looking through his drawer. He came up behind me and wrapped his arm around me and grabbed at my breast a little burying his face into my neck, kissing me a little. He grabbed my wrist with his other hand and went to put the cuff on it.

"Ohhh, no, no those are for you." I say spinning around and taking them from him. He just looked at me. I nodded and licked my lips a little. "Take off your pants." I say nodding towards them. He hesitated.

"Elle." He said like he was reconsidering my motives...

"Take them off." I repeat a little harsher. "You wanna play or not Pete?" I say running my hands along the collar on my dress, tugging it down a little exposing a little more of my breasts.

"Yeah I wanna play, but you first." He says cautiously.

"Well I'm not wearing pants but uhh..." I reach up and pull my underwear down and take them off and toss them to him. He smiles as he catches them.

"Now you." I say and he grins and pulls his sweats all the way down. He was standing totally nude infront of me now.

"Now put them on." I say nodding towards my panties in his hand. He looked at me like yeah right. "Oh I'm serious Pete." I say and he kinda smiled. "You wanna play or not?" I ask.

"Oh I wanna play." He says stepping towards me. I step back.

"Then put them on." I tell him harshly.

"Why?" He says.

"Cause I'm gonna make you my bitch." I say and that was it... he was totally hooked. He put my panties on. Then I gave him my bra to put on, which he did eagerly... He even put my thigh highs on too... I had him handcuffed to his headboard pleading me to fuck him as I sat on top of his chest as he lied in the bed. I was finishing up putting make up on him. 

"Aw Pete you're so pretty." I say looking him over. He had dark red lipstick on. A whorish amount of blush. I lined his eyes with my green eyeshadow. He kept blinking but I managed to get a decent amount of mascara on him anyway...

"Elle please." He begged me as I slid off his chest. I ran my fingers teasingly down his stomach and along the elastic on my panties that he was wearing. They were kinda too small on him. And I swear I thought he was gonna tear them. His erection pressing so hard against them... Looked a little painful...

"Mmm don't get your panties in a bunch Pete." I laugh. "I'm almost done." I say twisting his hair up into a small ponytail on top of his head and securing it with one of those butterfly clips Lia gave me that night in the strip club.

"Ahh you're perfect." I declare closing up my bag.

"Now uncuff me Elle" He pants as I drag my fingers down his chest again.

"Oh just one more thing Pete." I say walking over to his dresser and pulling his Polaroid camera out... I snap a picture of him so fast he couldn't even blink he wasn't expecting it... I laughed a little as he blinked trying to unblind himself from the flash. "Okay were good." I say fanning the picture a little watching his image come into focus...

"So you gonna fuck me now." He pants a little bucking against the handcuffs.

"Aw Pete you still don't get it...I just did." I say walking out clutching my picture tightly and leaving poor Pete cuffed to bed...