LOGINGabriel's POV "He is probably angry at you, Gabe. Did something happen between you two?" Chatgpt replied me. “Yeah, I told him we needed to stop... whatever we were doing and now he is sleeping with another,” I typed back, my thumbs clumsy and shaking as the cold reality of the words stared back at me. “Omg... I am so sorry, but he probably thinks you really wanted to end it and he moved on too fast. Maybe try talking to him.” I stared at the glowing screen, nodding slowly to myself in the dark, empty hotel room. Yeah, AI was right. It made sense. “Thank you much,” I replied, quickly exiting the app. My heart pounded against my ribs as I scrolled frantically to Derek’s chat. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, a heavy suffocating weight pressing down on my lungs. I didn't know what to say. I am sorry, I typed out. No, I shouldn't send that. I bit my lip, my fingers trembling violently over the glass. But what if he was genuinely heartbroken because I told him we needed to st
Gabriel's POV I left. I mean, I physically hauled my heavy box down the dark stairs, dragging it step by step because there was absolutely no point in waiting until the next morning. I couldn't stay under this roof for another second. I didn't even know why, but the tears wouldn’t stop running down from my eyes. No matter how many times I tried to hold it in, blinking furiously against the dark, it just kept spilling over. Please stop, I whispered desperately to myself, dragging the back of my sleeve across my cheeks. Please, just stop... "Gabriel, where are you off to this late?" Scott's voice cut straight through my thoughts, stopping me dead on the spot. He was right behind me at the foot of the stairs. Panic flared in my chest. I quickly raised up my hand to clean out my tears, wiping at my face with a frantic, rough swipe before he could step in front of me. He walked right in front of me anyway, blocking my path to the door. He stared down at me with an intense curiosity, h
Gabriel's POV An hour later, the bus finally dropped me off near the gates. I walked into the house completely drenched, my wet sneakers squeaking loudly against the tiled floor as I stepped into the foyer. I wiped my face with a trembling hand, walking straight toward the living room to get to the stairs, when a sound hit my ears. Thick, unmistakable sex sounds. Scott. I clenched my teeth, a wave of disgust rolling through me. Scott could choose to do it in his room, but no. He just loved bringing hoes into the living room where everyone had to see. But the moment I came into the dim light of the room, my eyes focused on the couch, and the breath was instantly knocked out of my lungs. The silhouettes became sickeningly clear. It wasn't Scott. Derek was right there on the couch. A girl was on her knees on the floor directly in front of him. Derek was moaning loudly, his head tilted back against the cushions, his large hand gripping her hair tightly as she choked on his dick. M
Gabriel's POV The moment I stepped outside the building, the sky completely opened up. The rain came down in thick, violent sheets instantly blurring the campus walkway into a gray mist. I held on tight to the straps of my backpack, watching students with cars zoom off toward the gates. I was just stuck there on the concrete ledge, shivering as the damp wind sprayed against my skin.It was a heavy downpour, and I couldn't risk entering it. Defeated, I turned around, went back into the empty lecture room, and just sat down alone in the back row. It was already 5:00 PM at that point.I decided to scroll randomly on my Instagram, desperately trying to shut out all the noise and the pounding headache in my head. I was just letting a video loop when the heavy wooden door creaked open, and quiet footsteps echoed across the tiled floor.I looked up, and the guy walking toward my desk didn't look familiar at all. He had dark long hair that fell perfectly to his neck, and he wore a big smile
Gabriel's POV I aggressively shoved my heavy textbooks into my backpack, not caring if the pages got crumpled. The zipper stuck halfway, and I yanked it with a frustrated curse, the sharp sound echoing loudly in the quiet of my bedroom. "Let's stop." Derek’s nonchalant voice had been playing on a loop in my mind all morning, completely ruining my mood and making my head throb. I paused, slinging the strap over my shoulder, and stared blankly at the door. He was just playing a game. He had to be. Derek never let me have the last word. He was probably just saying it to shut me up, waiting for me to break so he could smirk and pull me right back into his space. That was his favorite thing to do....provoke me until I lost my mind, then act like he was the one in control. I checked my phone. We were getting late for class. I jogged downstairs, expecting to find him waiting for me in the living room, he had prepared his things and left the room before I did. But the living room
Gabriel's POV The morning sun was so bright it filtered through the hallway windows as I walked downstairs, still feeling completely drained. My body was sore, and my mind was an absolute mess after last night. As I rounded the corner near the kitchen, I wasn't paying attention and ran directly into a solid chest. "Oh, sorry....." I stumbled back, catching my balance. I looked up and froze. It was Scott. A dark, ugly bruise was stretching across his jawline where Derek had brutally punched him. Scott rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little uncomfortable. "Hey, Gabe. Actually... I wanted to apologize about that night. I shouldn't have you know flirted with you, I guess." My chest tightened with guilt. "No, Scott, I should be the one apologizing. You got hurt because of me. I am really sorry." "Don't worry about it," Scott said, giving me a small, tight smile. "Derek's just... Derek." I nodded quickly, anxious to end the conversation before it got weird. "Right. W
Gabriel's POV The car gave one final, pathetic shudder and completely cut out, stranded dead in the middle of nowhere. "Derek, what's happening?" I asked, my voice tight. "I don't know. I'll check the engine." Derek climbed out into the pouring rain, popping the hood. Through the blurred, wate
Gabriel's POV My mother’s voice always had a way of cutting through my head when I was at my absolute lowest. “You need to kill the worthless version of you, Gabriel.” Walking down the cracked pavement with the rain stinging my face, I realized maybe the woman was actually right. I was worthless
Derek's POV "Why do you look so surprise?" I asked, my voice cutting through the quiet bedroom. Gabriel just stared at me, his mouth slightly open, completely silent. The lack of an immediate answer made my chest tighten with a sudden, restless impatience. Fuck. Maybe dropping the word love wa
Gabriel's POV "Uhhhhhggh, fuck..." I threw my head back, my eyes tight shut as I sank down completely on his length. The leather of the backseat was cold against my skin, but the heat radiating off Derek was overwhelming, blurring every logical thought in my head. He didn't say a word, his bre







