The Next Chapter: Twisted Series Next Generation

Chapter 39: Jeremy Chen

 Realistically, I have no idea what possessed me to even enter Callums room.

The moment he kicked me out earlier, a bitter residue remained on my tongue and even though I do not allow most things to bother me, there was no way I was going to be able to sleep tonight.

No idea how Callum came to consume my thoughts as much as he does. After hearing Mavericks harsh truth about his brother, I was in a conundrum. Struggling to figure out if I should just bulldoze my way in or leave him alone.

Not like there was much to lose with us. Although he might end up hating me if I push further, we never had the tightest relationship. It was a risk that I was ready to take, because it angered me how easily this man riled me up. A bitter part of me wished to do the same.

Currently, my legs remain splayed out in front of me as I sit at the foot of his bed, watching him get dressed.

Seeing guys naked was never something that made me uncomfortable, I did not swing in that manner. Niko was more than comfortable stripping down in front of me because of his narcissistic tendencies, plus I was on the basketball team in Highschool, and still am in College.

However, seeing Callum bare was a whole new incident that led me to feel something I could not exactly put a finger on.

Perhaps it was the tension that already remains between us, what else could it even be?

I remain still at the bed as I watch him slip boxers up his long legs.

No matter any resentment I carry towards the guy, there was no denying that he was genuinely beautiful.

His features resembled more of his mothers, he had a soft appeal to him that was weighed out more of the sullen root that he carries.

In the past, his eyes used to be the size of a dime. So bright and filled with colour that they could illuminate the night.

Yet, in the present they were more dropped. It was no less beautiful somehow, even with the bags that rested beneath his eyes they still added an appeal to him.

He was not a muscular dude, he was tall and very lean. However he carried some toned muscles to his slim body. His arms were blanketed with scars due to his addiction, however they were not the only thing that covered him.

A brief amount of tattoos lace his body, not to the extent Niko has.

Callums seems more methodical which is a complete contrast to his entire being. He either has a sprawl of cursive in specific areas or small notions that could represent something.

Or not, knowing Callum he could have just been impulsive and thrown himself in a tattoo parlour demanding something ironic.

My chin rests on my knees as I watch him, he is pretty. So I was insanely confused as to why he had a look in his eyes that spoke about how disgusted he felt with me looking at him like that.

Now however, he has no shame about his nudity which confuses me even more.

Watching as he runs a hand through his long, soaked hair. Pushing it back to reveal more of his forehead.

An eyebrow shoots up on my forehead as I watch him approach a night stand, out he pulls a packet of cigarettes and a zippo.

My entire body tenses.

"Callum." I speak sternly.

His head turns in my direction, a cigarette dangling from his lips while disinterest scours his face. "Yes?" He merely speaks.

I push myself up off of the floor, gripping his bed for support as I eat up the distance with a couple of strides and pinch the cigarette from his mouth.