His Undoing: A Gay For You Romance

By Aria Grace

When Mike found out he would be sharing a dorm with a former football star, he was terrified. He'd been bullied by jocks all his life for being scrawny and weak and didn't have high expectations of how it would go. To his surprise, Brett was a great guy that was easy to get along with and seemed to enjoy his company. When Mike learned that Brett was gay, it was a shock but it also explained the threatening letters that Mike had been receiving. Was Mike really at risk because of a jealous ex? Was there even anything to be jealous of?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aria Grace
• Release date: Dec 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301847235

Aria Grace

Living in Southern Cali and writing books about boys falling in love.

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His Undoing

By Aria Grace

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the publisher or author, except in the case of a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.

His Undoing

Aria Grace

Copyright 2012 by Aria Grace

Smashwords Edition

Chapter 1

Walking into the dorm building that I’d be spending my first year of college in was the most terrifying experience of my life. I’d studied the bio of my new roommate, Brett Garrison, and he was exactly the type of person I didn’t get along with. He came from Los Angeles and was some big shot on his high school football team so I knew that he’d probably think of me as easy bullying material. They all did.

Apparently, he had some injury during the spring that kept him from playing college ball but that didn’t mean his ‘tough jock’ mentality was lost. I was more of an academic type. I didn’t play sports that required coordination beyond using a game controller and I wasn’t muscular. My mom called me lithe. The kids I grew up with called me a fag. I’m not gay but I guess small features and a lack of arm and chest definition was enough to consider me an outsider for most people.

I wished more than ever that some of my friends had decided to escape the rain and come to school with me in Northern California. But, I was alone. It was the first time in my life that I was going to be away from my family and friends. Even the camps I’d attended as a kid always included at least two or three buddies.

I walked into my new room to find an enormous guy, sprawled on the lower bunk, snoring like a freight train. I was relieved to have a few more minutes of peace but I knew I had to meet him eventually and it felt awkward being in the room with a sleeping stranger so I dragged in my luggage and let the door close loudly behind me. Having flown in from Portland, I didn’t bring much other than clothes and my laptop.

I fiddled with my computer bag while Brett woke up and groggily greeted me.

Hey, you must be Mike. Good to meet you. He hopped up from the bed and reached for my hand. His thick hand looked like it would crush mine so I winced as he grabbed it. Surprisingly, he didn’t take the opportunity to assert his dominance. He just shook my hand like a normal person. So far, so good.

And, you must be Brett. Sorry I woke you. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and I pictured him working out on a beach with hoards of women gawking. He had short blond hair that was shaved on the sides and a little spiky on top. His blue eyes seemed friendly enough that I felt some of the tension leave my body.

No worries, man. I got in late last night and was unpacking for most of the day. Just wanted to take a quick nap before dinner. What time is it? He walked back to the bed and grabbed his phone to check the time. You hungry?

Uh, no, thanks. I should probably unpack and get settled. I’ll grab something later. I looked around the room to determine where to start. There was a desk and dresser on each side of the room with bunk beds right in the middle, dividing the large room in half. It reminded me of the way my brothers often pinned a sheet down the middle of the room to designate their sides. The dresser on the left had some pictures on it and the desk was already set up with a laptop and speakers so I walked toward the right side. Is this my side?

Yeah, I hope you don’t mind. The room was set up like this so I just left it but if you want to change anything, go ahead. I don’t really care. The bunk beds seemed a little silly but it did make the room feel larger than it would have with the beds separated so I just shook my head.

No, this is fine with me. I guess you want the bottom bunk? I was silently praying he would say yes because being higher and somewhat hidden would probably be the only privacy I’d get all year.

Yeah, I don’t trust these flimsy boards. And, I tend to come in late so I don’t want to bother you by climbing up after you’ve gone to sleep. I wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to worry about any late nights from me but I was sure he could tell that I wasn’t a partier.

I unloaded my computer on the desk and quickly put my clothes into the dresser, waiting for him to leave so I could relax. He sat on his bed tossing a football into the air while watching me unpack. It didn’t take as long as I expected so when I turned around, he stood up and said, Let’s go.

Okay, I muttered as I followed him into the hallway. I didn’t want to risk running into any

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[bea_writer · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Just a big 'ol bucket 'o meh.