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“What the hell, Fuckslee?”
Ummmm excuse you!
And that’s what pisses me off the most—he knows. But I’m tired of fighting with him. Every day has been a fight for the last three years, ever since that day in PE when I fucked up. When I misread the signs of our friendship so thoroughly that I handed him a weapon to use against me.
Ummm say what now?!
can’t help how my stomach twists with sympathy. I’ve never seen him like this before. It’s unnerving. Is the idea of living with me really that bad for him?
NOOOO Huck we dont feel bad fot him!
“I don’t need to hear your dating story.”
JEALOUS TAYLOR?!?!
“We gotta make it quick, lover,” she whispers, grinning as she drops to her knees.
And this why these girlies gotta go!!!
Unlike silky soft curls, which would feel amazing. No.
YES!!!! Hahahahahaha i love this for Taylor
I whirl around in time to see my best friend’s fist flying toward my face, and then pain erupts as everything goes dark.
Welllllll my friend.....what were you expecting
“Who’s fucking dick is on your phone?!”
Wouldnt you like to know Taylor?!
His chest moves slightly, curls tickling my skin. “I think my type is you, Taylor.” “M-me?” My voice comes out embarrassingly high, but I’m too shocked by what he just said to care.
Omg omg!!!!
Shooting out a hand, I prevent it from closing at the last minute, and Huck visibly tenses. His pupils dilate, an emotion finally flashing in his irises, but I feel like I’ve been gutted when I realize it’s fear. He’s standing there staring at me as if I’m a wild animal poised to strike, and that’s when I know that he thinks I’m going to start a fight.
Cause youre an emotional ass, hot headed DICK!!!!!
“I told you not to bring that up again,” he grits through clenched teeth, his hands fisting like he’s physically holding himself back from taking a swing. “Why? Because you kissed me? Because you liked it?”
AHHHHHHH! Theyre talking about it!!! What do i do?!
“Huck, that was...” He squints, gazing off at the track as he tries to find his bearings. What comes out of his mouth takes me entirely off guard. “That was a mistake.”
YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!
“I was a little...obsessed with you,” he admits, grinning sheepishly, and I hate how fucking cute it makes him look. “Even more so after we...kissed. My father kind of caught on and made some comments, pretty much told me that if he caught us hanging out again, he’d take my dirt bike away.”
Nooooo! DO NOT MAKE ME FEEL SAD FOR YOU!
Oh, I’m mad. Beyond mad. I’m fucking fuming. Everything comes to a head, all the times I sat in detention because of something he did. All of the bruises and all of the lunches spent eating alone in my car because he tripped me one too many times in the cafeteria. The rumors, the hurtful slurs, that time I had to go to urgent care because he somehow got the combination to my locker and slipped Christian’s pet tarantula inside, causing me to fly into a panic attack. He’d overheard Logan telling the science teacher I had arachnophobia and thought it was fucking funny. All of the times I wished I
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FUCKKKKKKKK! I AM TRYING SO HARD!
There’s an addictive rush of power that comes from having someone at your mercy, and I’m living for it. Living for the way he dangles in my grip.
Huck....lets think this through now
Mentally, I shove those thoughts inside the box that’s beginning to overflow in my mind and bury it again for later. Because I’ll definitely be thinking about that again later, in my room. With my hand down my pants.
Oooo Taylor spank bank magterial about your stepbro?!
My lips part as I gasp for air, and suddenly, Taylor’s mouth is on mine, breathing life into me. He crushes my body to him, gliding our tongues together with such fervor that I’m breathless again when he pulls away and shoves me back under. Punching through the water, I try to hit his torso, to wriggle out of his grasp as terror ices my veins, but I’m weak from months of inactivity due to the splint.
What in the holy hellll is this foreplay???
The lie burns, but it flows off my tongue so smoothly. I’ve perfected this art over the years, though Huckslee is usually the one I’m blaming.
Nooooo no more lies Taylor
I moisten my lips nervously, my brain a puzzled mess. “I just...don’t want to be touched...by you.”
You motherfucker!
“Fucking say something,” Huck snarls, and my self-control snaps. “I don’t fucking know,” I yell angrily, and he grimaces as it echoes throughout the quiet house. “Okay? I. Don’t. Know. I’m not... I’ve never done this type of shit before, Huckslee. I’m not like you!” “Like what?” he spits frigidly. “Gay?” “YES!” God-fucking-dammit.
god fucking damnit is right Taylor, what the hellllllll
“Get out, Taylor,” he snarls, and I blurt out the only thing I can think of. “I’ve got a girlfriend.” He blinks, downright flabbergasted. “What?” I swallow, glancing away. “I’m dating Salem. We broke up for a while, but we’re back together now, so...”
Oh my god im going to hurt him....
Am I that ugly to him? Is my touch so revolting that it makes him look like he wants to vomit? My stomach churns at the thought.
Oh god! My poor Huck
I’m not going to mention the fact that I called Maisie a cunt.
But she is though....
I won the fucking race. And Taylor’s scholarship.
What a good boy you are Huck!
I don’t even care at this point if the crash re-ruptured my spleen, and I bleed out internally. It already feels like I’m dying inside.
:( awww that actually makes me a little sad
I want to say hell no, I don’t. In fact, my lips part to say the words. But they don’t come. Because the truth is that I’ve wanted Taylor since the eighth grade. Even after everything. There’s something twisted about the way I yearned for his attention, even if the attention I got was all bruises and closed fists. How I avoided him, knowing he’d seek me out because I wanted the fucking chase. I just got good at lying to myself about it.
Oh god Huck!!
Royce and I part with a smack, turning in each other’s arms to see the curtain wide open. The entire senior class gapes at us as we stand tangled together on the stage. The blood drains from my face when I realize what they just saw—not only my fellow students but teachers and parents as well.
OH MY GOD!
He tips it back. Swallows. And swallows. Until there’s nothing left of him to change at all.
NOOOOOOOO HUCK!!!!
What the fuck is wrong with me?
YEAH TAYLOR!!!
“Huckslee?” No. No, this cannot be happening. Please, no. “...Huck?” I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. God, I’m so fucking sorry.
Fuck you Taylor!!!
All I deserve, honestly.
Exactly Taylor!!! Is this it? Your redemption arc?!
“It’s Aaron.” She swallows audibly over the phone. “He’s sick, Taylor. Huckslee’s coming home.”
OH MY GOD!!!!
I’m frozen as I watch Taylor approach until he stops beside me.
EVERYONE CALM DOWN!!
And what he tells me has my blood boiling with rage.
SHARE WITH THE FUCKING CLASS!!!!
“You beat up my dad?!”
WHAT
“Just as we did last year,” Christian continues, “ten percent of the proceeds we’ve made this week are being donated to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, so from the bottom of our hearts, thank you.”
Stop it right now!
“Suicide prevention, huh? Bit hypocritical.”
clock him Huck!!!!
He yanks Logan’s face down to his and plants a kiss square on my best friend’s lips. For a moment, I’m stunned. Shook.
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!??
I get it. Huckslee and I are fucking toxic together. Which is precisely why I’m addicted to him.
Oh god!!!!
“Never have I ever been in love.” His eyes meet mine, a starry night against snow-capped mountains. He doesn’t make a move toward his drink. But I do. Holding his gaze, I pick up my glass and drain its contents before placing it in the sink. Neither of us looks away from the other. I don’t think he’s breathing. For all he knows, I could be drinking for Salem or any other girl I’ve dated over the years, but I know I’m not.
I AM GUTTED!!!!!
“Open those pretty lips for me.”
HUCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING??
Coincidentally, lipstick that matches the red smear on Taylor’s green boxer briefs peeking out from his unbuttoned jeans. Right over his crotch.
FUCKER!!!!!!
But mostly, I hate myself for hurting him back.
HURT HIM MORE!
Baby. I’m baby.
This is actually cute
“Yep.” My teeth sink into my lip as I fight a sheepish grin. “Right over my heart.”
OH MY GOODNESS IM GOING TO THROW UP NTHAT IS CUTEEEEE
Too late. Putting my phone away,
TAYLOR GODDAMNIT NOOOOO
“I don’t want to.” A desperate whisper across the shell of my ear, sending goosebumps over my flesh. “Then don’t.” I drag his mouth to mine, stealing a slow kiss. “Don’t let this end before it even starts.” “Maybe it’s better if we do,” he murmurs against my lips. “Maybe it’ll hurt less this way.”
NOOOOO!!! You have to try! :(
And Huckslee...he isn’t even sure that we’ll work out. Me? I already decided the moment Salem called to say he was coming home; Huck is endgame for
me. He’s all I want. I don’t care that we’ve only started this thing a week ago; he could ask me to wait forever, and I would. But one-sided feelings does not a relationship make.
This is so fucking cuteeeeeeee
“His boyfriend.”
WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK?!
