Mag-log inDevin's Pov
“Oh, I dare alright.” I seethed with rage as well as other unknown emotions.
“Because if you dare to sleep with me despite knowing that you might have gotten some sort of disease from your boy toy then I have every right to say it.” With each word, I poked at his chest, pushing him backwards slightly.
This time around, the smile had dropped from his face as he looked at me darkly.
“Don't test me Devin. Whatever this tryst you're trying to pull is, don't pull Marcus into it. Who's to say you aren't the one who had it from the onset? From what I understand, only you exhibited any symptoms so you might as well have had it for a while.” he said.
A sour feeling emerged in my chest when he kept actively protecting Marcus even now but since I couldn't understand it, I gritted my teeth and shook my head to clear my head. Instead I focused my attention on the fact that he was trying to blame me.
The fuck? Does he think I'm a whore who sleeps around with any guy I see?
“Fuck you, Adrian! I don't give a shit what you have to say. I don't know why I got the symptoms before you but I'm a thousand and one percent sure I got this from you. And if the source is not from you, it must be your boy toy who gave it to you.” I said firmly and he stared at me in such a manner that I immediately felt unnerved.
His usual teasing smile wasn't there anymore.
“Marcus is not my boy toy. Also, he wasn't the one who the STD stemmed from. He is not a person who whores around!”
I scoffed. “So I'm supposed to what? Take your word for it? I hate to break it to you Adrian but that ship sailed the moment I found out that you gave me Gonorrhea, dammit!” The words came out softer as my face burned with embarrassment. Gonorrhea was not a particularly crazy thing as I could just get some antibiotics and I would be fine after some days. What I needed was someone to blame as everything that had happened these past few days made me spiral.
And who best to blame aside Adrian and his annoyingly sly face.
“Also, I can assure you that it most definitely didn't come from me, asides you, Stella is the only one I've slept with and we both know that she is obsessed with me so…” I trailed off.
That fact was quite established because everyone knew how in love Stella was with me. That was one of the reasons I felt so confused… and guilty too.
“So, unless you want me to go meet the source of all this myself, I suggest you do go get him so we can go check this out and sort out this bullshit.”
Adrian looked at me with narrowed eyes for a while and just when I thought he would argue, he didn't. Instead he just said “Okay”
“Good. Then go get him. And I hope that once we find out that it's his fault, the slap won't burn too much.”
He scoffed. “Who said I was telling him anything?”
My face wrinkled in annoyance and I made to talk but he cut me off.
“From what I understand, he doesn't have to be physically present for a test. He just has to give his urine sample.”
“I guess….” I replied.
“Well then! Wait here.” With that he turned and dashed into the house without another word.
I just stood there dumbfounded, unable to understand what the hell was going on and why the hell I listened to his order to “stay put”.
After a while, I decided that enough was enough. I was going to find Marcus on my own.
Just when I took the first step, Adrian came back and this time, he was dressed less casually with his car keys dangling on his hand.
“Let's go.” He said and then walked out the door.
I froze for a moment before I was soon sprinting after him. “Hey! Hey! Where are you going? Where's Marcus?”
Before I could blink, he tossed something towards me. Instinctively, I caught it only for my eyes to widen when I realized what it was.
Almost immediately, I tossed it back, my face scrunching in disgust. “What the fuck? Why would you give me a vial of urine? Are you crazy?”
This time, his sly smile was back and I could see a bit of gloating satisfaction as he caught the tube.
“Well didn't you ask for Marcus's urine sample? Well there it is.”
I resisted the urge to throw up. “You didn't have to give it to me, goddamit. Don't you realize how disgusting that is? Also, how the fuck did you get your hands on something like that? Did Marcus just give you?” I demanded while grinding my teeth and staring at his annoyingly casual posture.
He shrugged. “Well I got it. End of story. Now let's go get tested.”
I opened my mouth to speak but he didn't give me a chance as we walked to the car and got in.
He reached across and opened the passenger seat. “You coming?”
I hesitated seeing his annoyingly handsome face.
Wait! Did I just think of him as handsome. No!!! I need to get this done and then go onto avoid everything about him.
I shook my head. ‘It's app fucked up.,’
“Let's go.” I said, ensuring I didn't look at him at all. He just chuckled as I started the engine.
***
My hand trembled violently as I stared at the sheets of paper I clutched tightly.
This couldn't be. How could this be? No! I must be dreaming.
No matter how much I denied it though, it wouldn't change what I was seeing. Right in my hand was the test results of all three of us.
Mine was not a surprise as I already tested positive for gonorrhea and even Adrian's result of positive didn't give me much shock as we clearly slept together. What stumped me was the Negative written in bold red letters.
Marcus' results came in as negative.
‘Fuck!’
What does this mean? Is Adrian sleeping with someone else?
I looked up at him and he seemed to have read through my thoughts as he uncrossed his arms and chuckled mirthlessly.
“Don't even try that. Whatever you're thinking, just squash it. Asides you and Marcus, I haven't been with anyone in months. I'm way too busy for all that bullshit.”
I wanted to doubt his words but seeing the rare seriousness in his eyes,a part of me knew that he wasn't lying.
I clenched my fists and looked back at the document.
That just leaves one option. An option that was too bizarre and mind blowing to think about.
Stella.
Since I slept with no other person, that must mean that she contracted it elsewhere.
TIMONE'S POV.My throat was dry as fuck. Not like oh I need water dry—nah, this was full-on choking-on-sawdust, lungs-can’t-work kind of dry. Like my chest forgot how to breathe, like the air around me went too heavy too fast. Because he was here. Standing right there. Fucking Festus, the one I'd loved since I was young, and he instead had once had eyes for Devn, but eh was he here, looking so relaxed like he knew Aiden?.Not a dream. Not a hallucination. Not one of those fever memories I jerked off to when I was drunk and stupid and lonely at 3AM. Here. Flesh and blood and soaked in rain. Cold as fuck. Not meeting my goddamn eyes. Not even giving me a glance.I hated that.I fucking hated that.And then he just—he didn’t even speak to me. Didn’t even look my way. He was focused on Aiden, like always. Like everything started and ended with that stupid fucker.“We’re going home,” Festus said flat like death. And I swear to god, my stomach curled . Like something inside me actually retche
DEVINS POV.I woke up too warm. I didn’t move. Just blinked slowly into the soft, golden haze leaking through the blinds. Everything smelled like sex and skin and Aiden—his cologne rubbed raw against my neck, his breath soft on my shoulder. I felt his arm draped over my waist like a fuckin' vice. Possessive. Heavy. Comforting. Like he was still afraid I’d vanish if he let go.And maybe he was right.I stared up at the ceiling, trying to think, trying not to think. But I could still feel it. Byron. The way his hands felt on my hips. The way his mouth moved when he said my name. The sharp flicker of pride in his eyes when he told me he’d spoken to the investors. Said I had something real. That rawness. That drive."I've seen kids burn out," he'd said. "But you... you've got hunger. I can work with that."I’d been high off it. High off him. The way he pulled me in like I was more than just another boy with fast skates and daddy issues. The way he told me I was good. And when he kissed m
AidenS POV.My jaw ticked. I’d been tapping my phone screen for the past ten minutes like it owed me money, rhythm pounding from my fingertips straight into my skull. The second that door creaked open, I already knew it was him. Devin slumped in without a word, fell straight into bed next to me like gravity yanked him home, and buried his face into my neck.He smelled like liquor. Like sugar and lust and new cologne that didn’t belong to me.He cradled me in his arms, like I was the fucking prize. Pressed a wet, lazy kiss to my lips—one of those kisses that told on you, told where your tongue’s been, told who made you laugh a little too hard. And I kissed him back because I’m stupid like that, even when everything in me was already boiling.“You have fun?” I asked. My voice came out a little too smooth, too level. It was a test. I wanted to see if he could lie with his teeth still red. He nodded, smiling like a damn fool. “Yeah... yeah, I did.” His voice had that soft, sticky drag to
DEVIN'S POV I kept scrolling. thumb twitching. couldn’t even focus on the screen, wasn’t reading shit, just moving like the motion alone would keep my head from splitting in half. Nothing helped. Everything buzzed. Not just my phone, not just the hallway lights above me flickering like they were laughing at me, but inside. like a swarm. a fucking swarm in my chest.I stood there like an idiot, arms crossed, back against the office door, pretending I wasn't checking the time every five seconds. pretending I didn't care that he was late.Byron was never late. but then again, i wasn’t the kind of guy people were early for, was i?not the type of guy anyone waits on, not the one you rearrange plans for. i was the fuck-up. the background noise. the one who was too quiet, too angry, too much . Always. I knew that. I'd lived that. I wore it at every second guess, every clench of my jaw, every time I picked at my skin until I bled just to feel something. the door clicked. opened. and then
AidenS POV.the call came through just as i was starting to drift, Devin's sheets still warm from him, his scent stitched into the pillow my face was buried in, the room half-dark and too damn quiet except for the buzz-buzz of his phone near the edge of the bed, and it took me a minute to reach for it, my arm heavy like it didn’t wanna move, my brain not even clocking who’d call this early till i flipped the screen over and saw the name flash like a slap to the face—Festusof course it was fucking Festusi hesitated maybe a second too long before answering, thumb sliding over the green icon like i hated it but couldn’t stop myself anyway“Are you alive?” his voice cracked through, low, a little rough, sounded like he hadn’t slept more than an hour or two“barely,” i muttered, voice flat, sat up slow like the whole bed was trying to hold me down, “i’m breathing. what do you want”“wanted to know if you’re alright. you didn’t call”I snorted, rubbed a hand down my face, stared at Devin'
DEVIN’S POV.He was already out by the time i closed the door, not a care in the fucking world, like he didn’t just rip my goddamn heart out six months ago and mail it back to me in pieces.Aiden was in my bed. tucked in like he never left. like he hadn’t ghosted me. like he hadn’t vanished and made me think he was dead. and now he was telling me to calm down?fuck that.I stood outside my bedroom door too long. just… breathing. trying to remember how to fucking move, how to exist now that he was here again. The scent of him still clinging to my hoodie like it had claws. My hands smelled like him too. my lips. Every part of me was buzzing with some leftover static from that kiss, from the weight of his body slamming into mine like he’d been starving, like it was the only meal he wanted.God.but I had to leave.i had to move .so I shoved myself forward, one foot after the other, dragging my ass down the hallway. thinking maybe i’d hit the kitchen, grab coffee, scream into a mug or somet

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