Playing with the King

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While references might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. PLAYING WITH THE KING E.K. MUZIC Table of Contents CHAPTER ONE Lavender Sweatshirts CHAPTER TWO Ah, Yes, Vomit and Posh Boys CHAPTER THREE Amazing Teachers and Innuendos CHAPTER FOUR Late Arrivals CHAPTER FIVE Jade Dragons and Beer Pong CHAPTER SIX Tattoos and Emotional Bruises CHAPTER SEVEN Frosting for Breakfast CHAPTER EIGHT Bottoms in Skirts CHAPTER NINE Alcoholism Goes Delightfully With Fries CHAPTER TEN Pretty Packages CHAPTER ELEVEN First Dates Come With Pork CHAPTER TWELVE Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake CHAPTER THIRTEEN I Just Wanted A Coffee CHAPTER FOURTEEN Elliot the Assistant Manager CHAPTER FIFTEEN Snowflake With A Low Bank Account CHAPTER SIXTEEN Promises of Stairwell Fun CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Tom Holland CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Olive Garden Bathroom CHAPTER NINETEEN Off-brand Fruit Loops CHAPTER TWENTY Beard Couples CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Coming Out CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Horny Teenagers CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Sour Slushie CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR I’m Not Gonna Suck Your Dick in a Public Restroom CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Happily Married Homosexuals CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Sad Finn CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Daisy Shirt and a Matching Skirt CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT McDonald’s is Really Close to the Funeral Home CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE Mateo is a Latino God CHAPTER THIRTY Buy Me A Crown CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Internalized Homophobia CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO John Mulaney Reference CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Homie-sexuals CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Make the Cishets Uncomfy CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE Bottom Shaming is Toxic CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Elsa is a Lesbian Icon CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN Economy-class Boy CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT The Crown is on its Way CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE AA Meetings for Ass Addiction CHAPTER FORTY Republican Morals CHAPTER FORTY-ONE Stolen Glasses CHAPTER FORTY-TWO Touch Questions CHAPTER FORTY-THREE Gay Shit and Kitty Cats CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR Michael in the Bathroom CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE Rocky Horror Picture Show EPILOGUE Dedicated to all the kids who couldn’t sleep until the book ended Trigger Warning: The following story contains profanities, explicit sexual content, and discussions on mental health. Reader discretion is advised. CHAPTER ONE Lavender Sweatshirts All I can focus on is his hot breath hitting my face. That and his clearly muscled body pressed against mine. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. A rhythmic thump-thump that makes my anxiety flare up even more. We are only centimeters away. If I move even in the slightest, our lips will touch. The bell has already rung, meaning I am more than just a little late for my first day of classes. The only reason I am trapped now is me being incredibly late. “Let’s play a game.” My eyes flicker up to his dark ones. God, that voice just oozes sex appeal. This man has just uttered the four words that start every cliche online romance novel you can imagine. “Why would you want to play a game you know you’ll lose?” I quip back. I don’t know if this game is poker or chutes and ladders, but I’m confident I’d lose. The quiver in my voice gives that away. “Come to my party, new kid. Let me show you the game,” he whispers directly into my ear, his lips brushing it as he does. He puts a hand on the back of my neck, pulling away to look me in the eyes. “Why?” My face flushes red at the intense eye contact. I’m not a party person. If I show up to this, I am undoubtedly getting pig’s blood dropped on me. “Because I want to have some fun with you. Once I get what I want from you, which is purely your total embarrassment and confusion of what you want, I’ll leave you be.” He pauses for a moment, looking me up and down. “Because right now, your body wants me to never leave, and your mind wants me as far away as possible.” His hand grabs my shoulder to press me harder into the wall. “N-no, it doesn’t.” I stumble over my words. Who the heck does he think he is? If I weren’t so paralyzed with fear, I’d be giving this punk a piece of my mind. “So you’re telling me if I kissed you right now, you’d feel no attraction whatsoever?” He pulls back, allowing me a view of all of him. The boy’s uniform pants are khakis. There is a dark blue sweater over his white long-sleeved button-up. The white shirt is rolled up to his elbow, showing off a magnificent tattoo sleeve. A beautiful mosaic of tattoos also creeps up from the collar of his shirt. “None,” I breathe out. I don’t know if it’s my hormones, but being pushed against this locker and kissed sounds heavenly. He leans in and I close my eyes in blissful anticipation of his lips on mine. Then the bell rings, making him pull away as the hallways begin to flood with people. “Guess it’s your lucky day then. I’ll get someone to give you my address so you can come to the party tonight.” And, with that, he disappears into the sea of boys. I feel the beginnings of heart palpitations. The thought of escorting myself to the nurse crosses my mind. Maybe if I faked being sick, they would let me leave. I’m