The Jock (BxB)

"Goodnight kiddo" I whispered, tucking Drew into bed. "Night night Owen" he whispered back, snuggling onto his side. I smiled and quietly exited his room, closing the door behind me.

I took some homework out and flopped down on the Weston's huge couch and folded my hands behind my head, looking around the expensively decorated living room. I checked my watch, 9:15 pm on the dot. Only a few more hours before Drew's parents got back. Not that I was complaining, I enjoyed being here sometimes more than I enjoyed being home.

I must have dozed off because I awoke rudely to the sound of scuffling and closing doors. Groggily, I sat upright and saw a guy bent over only a few yards from me. I tried not to stare and cleared my throat.