Miles was one of the popular guys at his high school; Mr. perfect. He had good grades, was the best on his baseball team, and was adored by all of his teachers. He was sweet and was the type of boy girls would want to bring home to meet their mother.

Pierce was the opposite. He got bad grades, was the quarterback on the football team, hated by guys, and loved by all the girls. He went to parties every weekend, where he would get drunk and high and hook up with any girl willing to sleep with him. All the girls are obsessed with Pierce and would gladly drop their parties for him at any time.

Pierce and Miles had never spoken until Miles accidentally walked in on a girl sucking off Pierce at a party one night. Miles had frozen up and tried to explain himself, yet when he tried to leave, Pierce kicked the girl out and made Miles stay.

That night ended in Miles losing his virginity. To a guy, no less; a straight guy. Miles hadn’t meant to, he was just so drunk, and Pierce had looked so fucking hot that night.

Miles didn’t want to talk about it, nor acknowledge the fact that Pierce had fucked him, but Pierce would say little things here and there in class, or even watch Miles all class period.

One night, Miles was up late after doing homework for one of his physics class, typing away on his computer before his phone started to ring. It was a an unknown number, and it was approximately 2 in the morning.

Who the hell would be calling at this time of night?