"You know what you are? Hm?"
"A desperate little fucktoy."
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Aaron Bright's life isn't as bright as his name says. He has no college friends, gets bullied for being bisexual and his parents have kicked him out for the same reason.
After an incide...
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*DOUBLE UPDATE - READ 11 FIRST** Also, I wrote this without spelling corrector, so tell me if sumn is wrong
"Is he fucking serious?"
"He has a whole fucking bed, and he chooses to sleep in one corner?"
"I'm gonna kill those fuckers."
I don't let them know I can hear them. I don't stir. I keep my breathing even, though I'm freaking out.
I don't want them to judge me. I can't handle that.
A loud groan sounds through the room, startling me. I barely manage to keep my eyes closed. "All three of you, your feelings are unbelievable!"
That's Ada.
"I mean, look at the boy! They fucked him in the head—oh come on, be fucking mature, Micah—and this isn't his fault. So what he sleeps on a small part of the bed? Think about what he's gone through and—"
"I'd rather not." Aiden.
Silence dawns in the room at Aiden's harsh remark. His tone is angered, but it sounds like he's suppressing it. Shame covers my skin. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come here and ruin the peace.
"If I do, I won't be able to stop myself." It sounds like a threat, sending a shiver over my spine.
Four heated pairs of eyes lock on my back, I can feel them. "Aaron?" Seb questions.
I stay silent. A chuckle erupts from someone's mouth, but I can't make up who it is.
"Let's go make breakfast for our sleeping boy," Micah comments, and I know I'm caught. But that doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to talk to them, though.
I need space. I can't socialize when I just woke up, I have to prepare myself first. Give myself a second to take a deep breath.
When the door softly closes behind them, I open my eyes and flip over to my stomach. Hm, this bed is like three times what I had back in the cottage.
"I fucking knew it."
I jump up, heart beating frantically. And there the four of them are, smirking and looking up at me.
Sebastian grins even more when I start blushing, his hands deep in the pockets of his pants. It's the first time I see them wearing sweatpants and loose shirts, and I wish I hadn't.
Great. Now I'll picture it forever.
I shift awkwardly under their stares. There's not really a chance to deny now, is there?
"I-um . . ." But nothing comes to mind.
I watch their amused faces— Aiden, Ada, Seb . . . and then there's a scowling Micah.
I stop the urge to flinch under his glare. He has his arms crossed over his chest, a permanent frown on his face.
When I open my mouth to say something, he raises his hand in a stopping sign, leaves the room and slams the door closed.
