Page 161 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Mason laughed and grabbed both his shoulders and shook them. He’d found new clothes somewhere too. “You’re just wasted.”

“Not as wasted as you, big boy.”

“So you finally admit it! I’m the biggest boy!” Mason hopped onto a nearby table. “I have the biggest dick!”

We all started laughing. The music turned to a more upbeat song and we all started jumping up and down. Including Mason. Who immediately broke the table in two.

***

“I’m going to be so fucked up during the game tomorrow,” Mason groaned. He lay down on his bed, but I was pretty sure he’d be spending most of the night in the bathroom.

Rob plopped down on my bed with a similar groan. “But tonight was freaking amazing. I was wrong about this weird orgy frat thing. Topless night won me over. Best night ever!” But then his cheeks puffed out. He leaned off my bed and threw up in the trashcan.

Mason made a face like he was going to vomit too. He somehow held it together though.

Matt walked back into the room a little wobbly. He’d already been to the bathroom several times. But this time his eyes were a little red. I wasn’t sure if he’d just snorted some cocaine or if he’d been crying.

My chest ached. Because I knew it wasn’t really cocaine. I knew he’d been crying. And I knew who he’d been thinking of.

I did that too sometimes. Got so shitfaced that I cried in the showers. Remembering a girl that told me I’d be happier in Delaware.

Mason stumbled out of bed and stole the trashcan from Rob just in time.

“Fuck me,” Mason said. “I’m going to be benched tomorrow.”

“At least you finally got your holes,” Rob said with a groan.

“Holes?” Mason looked so confused even though he’d gone on and on about holes earlier. “What the fuck are you saying?”

Matt laughed. But it was forced. I looked over at him and he immediately looked away.

“Holes are female parts,” Rob said.

Mason just stared at him.

“For our dicks.”

Still no recollection on Mason’s face.

“Holes for our dicks.”

“That’s a gross way to describe a pussy.”

“You started it! Fuck, give me that.” He grabbed the trashcan from Mason.

“Lightweights,” I said. I put my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling. But I knew by saying that…that maybe I was the one with the problem, not them. I swallowed hard. Yeah, I definitely had a problem. And we all knew it.

Matt cleared his throat. “I gotta go to the bathroom again.” He walked out of the room.

The three of us looked at each other. And it was like we all sobered up at once.

Mason ran his hand down his face.

“I should go after him,” Rob said. But I was pretty sure if he tried to get up, he’d throw up somewhere other than the trashcan.

“I got it,” I said and climbed out of my bed. I hurried out of the room, but I didn’t need to go far. Matt was just sitting in the hallway outside my room. His eyes were closed and his head was leaning back against the wood paneling on the walls. His cheeks were stained with tears.

Fuck. I let my back slide down the wall too. “Matt?”

He opened his eyes and looked at me. And then he shook his head. “I miss her,” he choked out.

Matt only ever talked about this when he was really high or drunk. And I mean really, really fucked up. Because this was only the fourth time since her death that he’d mentioned her. Whenever we were sober, he always refused to talk about what happened. “I know.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do…”

“You don’t, man. I can’t breathe without her. I can’t…” his voice broke and he put his face in his hands.

I felt the tears roll down my own cheeks as I pulled his head against my shoulder.

I hated seeing him like this. And he was right. I didn’t understand. Not really. Because I’d never really loved anyone. And I knew for sure that no one loved me.

Matt kept sobbing.

I ran my hand up and down his back.

Mason walked out of the room. He looked down at us and gave me a sad smile. He sat down next to Matt too.

But he didn’t say anything at all. And maybe that’s what Matt needed. I knew he didn’t want to talk about it. At least, not yet.

Rob came out of the room too. He sighed. “Maybe not the best night ever.”

Matt laughed, but it was forced.

“Make room for me,” Rob said. He ducked under Mason’s arm and somehow managed to lay down on all three of our laps.

“What are you doing?” Mason said. “Why are you mounting me?”

“I’m making Matt feel better. I’m the only one who knows how.” He reached out and tickled Matt’s side.

Matt started laughing. “Stop,” he said.

Rob started tickling him harder.

“Why do you always fucking tickle me!?”

“Because it makes you laugh.”

“Stop!” Matt yelled through his tears of laughter now.

Mason started tickling Rob’s side in retaliation.

Rob yelped. “I don’t need to be tickled! I’m already laughing!”

For some reason, I started tickling Matt too. And I was pretty sure he started tickling Mason. And Rob somehow managed to tickle me while still tickling Matt.

“Stop!” I said through my tears. I couldn’t stop laughing.

And then one of our final club brothers walked by with what I could only presume was his younger brother who was also visiting for the weekend.

“What kind of weird off-campus orgy frat den are you a part of?” the younger boy asked.

And we all burst out laughing.