sequel to aeou (read first)
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The boys are back. And they're out for revenge.
Last semester the girls of Sterling humiliated Caleb, Luca, Atlas and Sage. Exposing family secrets, dirty confessions and everything else taboo that led to their e...
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les | childish gambino ❝ i'm an awful guy and i'm always away and i'm tryin' to say, i'm a piece of shit ❞
I CAN SEE the tears the second they well up in her eyes. "Don't do that," I say, forcing the words out. Don't cry. Don't make me feel shit.
Nayelie scoffs, suppressing her sadness as a wave of venom washes over her dolled-up features. "You're such a dick," she spits.
I shrug, feeling every bit of discomfort that clings to the motion. "Is that all?" I've made sure to keep my gaze on her eyes this entire time, thinking it'd help.
It doesn't.
Her bottom lip momentarily quivers and she bites down on it. "You think this is funny?" She asks, brows dipping, "You think mortifying me like this is something you'll be proud of!?"
If she could spend just a minute in my head, she'd know it's the last thing I find humorous. In fact, it's pretty fucking devastating. But she can't know that.
I received my instructions, and now I have to follow through with it.
"You humiliated me first," I remind her, speaking over the thing that's lodged itself at the very back of my oesophagus.
"I thought you were a fucked up misogynist and I apologised! All I did was apologize for months! I thought we moved past this, I thought we could." The words tumble out of her mouth so quickly she stops talking for a second just to breathe. "I slept with you," she whispers, as if realising an error in the aftermath of something she's done.
I know my next line off by heart. I know what I should say, what I need to say. Fuck my life.
"You didn't sleep with me. I fucked you, there's a difference."
She laughs in disbelief, before taking a step back. Her dress moves with her, it's such a perfect fit that it is her. It's difficult to navigate where the material begins and where she ends.
She stares at me in silence after her faux joy rings out and she gives nothing else. "All I've ever thought of myself was the worst and yet knowing you've touched me makes me feel the most disgusted."
I pretend her words aren't jarring. Like they don't make me feel like clawing out the inside of my fucking chest. "I'm sorry you feel that way," I retort, unblinkingly.
"Do you think you're the man for doing this? A cool guy?"
"Yeah," I falsely admit. "I do."
Her eyes desperately search mine but I've been practicing stoicness since I was a kid.
"Guess we're even."
"Even?" Nayelie scoffs, her front is a mess. It wavers and inconsistencies cling to her but I guess that happens when you tell someone you love them and this is their response. "We're not even close to that."
