The Private Club 3(4)
“You’re such a pig.” Brandon laughed at me as I grabbed a second slice and chewed it down quickly.
“I was hungry.”
“Why didn’t you eat before class?”
“Dude, I was too busy planning out the club.”
“You’re still thinking about starting a club?” Brandon sighed.
I ignored the expression on his face. “It’s going to be epic. We’re going to have our own world.”
“We don’t need our own world. This one is hard enough as it is.” Brandon pulled out the textbook and started reading. “Now, shh. I need to read real quick.”
“What’s our motto going to be?”
“Motto? What are we, Boy Scouts?”
“Idiot.” I glared at him. “Let me think. What about ‘Two boys, one world.’”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “Two men, one exam in three hours, which one man is going to fail.”
“I studied last night.” I winked at him. “But I do like the idea of two men. Two men, one club.”
“What about just two men?” Brandon looked up at me thoughtfully. “It’s always just going to be us.”
“No, it’s not.” I shook my head.
“I don’t mean just us at the club, but just us in charge of the club.”
“That’s true. Doesn’t that sound gay though? Two men?” I made a face. “You know I love you, but I don’t want you, bro.”
“You’re breaking my heart.” Brandon clutched his heart and laughed. “You’re full of shit, Greyson. As if you could get a guy like me.”
“Eww, you’re making me sick.” I laughed. “Let’s do this again. Two men, one club, infinite women.”
“Now that’s hot.” He grinned. “Infinite women is always nice.”
“I thought you were a one-woman man?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“That was when I was young and dumb.”
“That was last year.”
“Things have changed.” He shrugged and I let it go. Both Brandon and I had changed since high school. Both of our worlds were different now. We never spoke about it, but we both knew we were brothers for life. The only people we could both count on were each other. It was as simple as that.
“Yeah, who needs one woman when you look like us? We’ll have women begging to be with us.”
“They can beg all they want,” Brandon laughed. “They’ll be lucky to have one night with me.”
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
“One night with the Italian stallion and they won’t know what hit them.”
“You’re not Italian, Brandon.”
“I’ll be anything I want to be.”
“Well, I’m hung like an African.” I grinned.
Brandon shook his head at me. “That’s so racist.”
“It’s not racist if it’s true.”
“Greyson, I’d shut my mouth if I were you. People already think you’re a cocky asshole.”
“Well, they wouldn’t be lying.” I jumped up. “I’m the fucking king. I run this shit.”
“You’re a rap star now?”
“I’m king of the world. We both are—or we could be. Once we start this club, we’ll be loved and worshipped. It’ll be the most exclusive club in the world.”
“You think so?”
“We’ll make it that.” I paused. “And no one but us will know exactly what’s going on.”
“How’s that possible?”
“We’ll think of a way.” I sat back down again and thought for a minute before looking at him seriously. “We can’t trust anyone, Brandon. This is between us.”
“I know.” He nodded back at me and smiled. “No matter what happens, it’s between us.”
“Hey, Greyson. Hey Brandon.” The two girls finally made their way over to us.
“Hey.” I nodded without smiling.
“What you guys up to tonight?”
“Fucking one of you?” I looked at them as they giggled and thought I was joking. “Or would you prefer it to be both of you?”
“You’re so funny, Greyson!” The blonde giggled again and pushed her chest out. Her blue eyes twinkled as she slowly licked her lips. She was letting me know that she wanted to be the one who got the prize.
“I’ve heard that before.” I nodded in agreement and grinned at Brandon, who was sitting there with big dopey eyes. I wanted to laugh out loud.
He was such a dope. He could talk the talk now, but he’d never really walked the walk, aside from a one-night stand he’d had the day his father had married yet another woman a few months ago.