»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««
Music thumping in my head is how I start and end my day, not the aggressive club music. This is a French ballad playlist. Instrumental only. It calms my rage and allows me to focus on my studies. I’m studying behavioral psychology, and it’s the second thing I love the most in the world. Outside of volleyball. This is my major here at the Silverclaw University.
I’m deeply focused on my subjects, reading, and trying to prepare for an important test coming up in a week when my phone goes off. There are only two numbers that can go over my do not disturb. And that’s my best friend Zion, and the nurse in charge of my mother’s care.
So I immediately think it’s the nurse. I told Zion I was studying for the whole day so I'm convinced he took that as a polite sign to leave me alone. I need to ace this test.
But to my shock, it turns out to be him. I grabbed the phone, yawning as I answered.
“Hey.”
“Percy, what the hell did you do last night?” his voice is distraught, and he sounds genuinely scared. I placed my foot down from the chair, frowning a little as confusion washed over me.
“I’m sorry?”
“What did you do last night? It’s all over the university page. Students are calling for you to be expelled.”
“Why the fuck would they be saying that?” I exclaim.
“You don’t know?” he’s even more confused than I am. “Oh god, Percy. If you didn’t do this then whoever did is about to fuck up your entire life.”
“Zion, for god’s sake. Just tell me. You’re killing me.”
“Lucian was sent to the hospital with severe damages to his legs, arms, and fucking face!! he was viciously attacked last night, injected with wolfsbane that prevented him from shifting. The photos are bad. He’s unconscious. Fighting for his fucking life. If he dies you’re going down for murder.”
“Why me? I wasn’t even there. I’ve been studying since last night.”
“You’ve been attacking Lucian for years, threatening to kill him and his mother. Everyone is blaming you. They aren’t even looking for someone else. So as your best friend, tell me the truth. I’ll keep your secret to my grave.”
“I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it! I want him to feel pain, I want him to suffer but I have never denied anything that I did. Like two days ago when I got into a squabble with his girlfriend’s brother. That dude had the nerve to say my parent's divorce is my mother’s fault because she’s a dry crazy bitch.” Zion hissed after hearing that, and I growled. “That piece of crap deserved the beating he got. It had nothing to do with Lucian, but I didn’t deny it. I walked his beaten ass to the hospital. So why the fuck am I getting blamed for this?”
“I get it. I believe you. You’re honest when you do something but god, this is bad Percy. It’s so bad. I’d call your dad but I know the school is not going to ignore the students' complaints. I’d be surprised if you aren’t expelled in a week.”
My heart thumped. Fuck, fuck. Nande konna koto ga ore ni okotterun da yo?
(Why the hell is this happening to me?)I take my phone out of Do Not Disturb, and call my father while I pull up the page for the university. There’s a news line, god, my face is there as the suspect. And even seeing the photo of Lucian is disturbing. Wolfsbane is illegal, I could go to jail for possessing an illegal substance and for attempted murder.
I didn’t do this shit. Who the hell would do this? Are they trying to fuck up my life?
My father answers on the second call. The man is the last person I want to call. I hate the fuck out of him. I wish he’d burn in hell along with Lucian and Lucian’s fucking bitch of a mother. I pinched my nose.
“Alpha Tamaki, I’m guessing you got the news.”
“You’ve done a lot, boy, but this is fucking ridiculous. You.... you... god, you’re punishing me, aren’t you? I hurt your mother and you will never forgive me. But Lucian, the poor boy didn’t hurt you. Doing this to him is... it’s just so bad.”
“I need you to open your ears, and listen to me for the first time in your life.”
“Don’t start with me, boy.”
“Listen you fucking bastard. You may not have heard your vows to your mate, but you will hear me tonight. Everything I have done to Lucian, and that bitch you screwed my mother over for, have I denied it?”
My disgusting sperm donor is quiet.
“When I fought him, did I not tell you that I did it? When I threw a rock at his mother... did I deny it? No, I did not. Because I am not ashamed of everything I have done. But this isn’t me. I didn’t do this. I was at my dorm. There are cameras to show me walking in, and never coming out. You can spin this to say I took the back exit but I did not do this. I did not beat Lucian within an inch of his life, and to use wolfsbane is a cheap tactic. I’d have gone fist to fist, toe to toe with him. I wouldn’t have used a cheap trick. I don’t even know where to order Wolfsbane from. I didn’t do this. Whoever did it is fucking up my life.”
He’s quiet.
“Damn it you son of a bitch, say something. I’m looking at being expelled.”
“You’re looking at jail time!” he gruffly replied. “Look, pack your things and come home. I need to talk to the dean, and I need to be with Pauline until Lucian wakes up. I want you to know right in this moment, I do not believe you didn’t do this. Maybe you didn’t do it by hand but you could have paid someone. You’ve hated that boy for years. Why not punish me? Why not me? If evidence shows you didn’t do it, I’ll clear you myself and you can go back to school. But if it does show even a sign that you did it, you’re going to join Lucian’s father in prison.”
“That man gets out in one year, I can’t wait to see your explanation of how you’ve been fucking his wife when he’s out.”
“Percy!”
“I fucking hate you. I’m telling you the truth, and just like everything else you’ve failed to do in your life- to be a good friend, a good father, a great husband, you’re failing at this too. Jigoku de yakarete shimae!”
(I hope you burn in hell)
I disconnected the call and tossed my phone onto the bed. God, why? I’m getting punished for something else that the Montague family has gotten themselves in. I kind of hope he dies. I just don’t want to lose my career in volleyball, and my chances of getting my degree.
I really really hate... Lucian Montague. My life was better before he and his cheating mother slid into the picture.
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Depression is an easy factor when you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing. I haven’t heard from my step father, nor my mother in the four dahys since i fucked lucian. The second time. Life has decided to cut me some slack, my self healing is working just fine now and in a month, i believe my injuries would have healed better than the doctors expected. Not to full capacity, but enough for me to be able to leave the house for physical therapy. Which was some sort of good news. My doctor would be here tomorrow morning to remove the cast officially, but I’d have a little around my thigh area. Which is weird but better than nothing. But on the percy situation, we’re being us. Which is the strangest thing I’ve ever had to say. Because what does being us mean? It means we’re arguing, half heartedly. Fucking with determination, and somehow finally talking things out. That was what caused my depression. Part of the reason i hated percy was because he couldn’t
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««I woke up feeling too warm. Too settled.Lucian was curled against me, his breath steady, his body pressed into mine like this was normal. Like we hadn't just fucked downstairs in a way that should have left us too ashamed to even look at each other.But instead, we ended up here. In bed. Again. Cuddling like lovers. But we aren’t lovers. We shouldn’t be doing this. I say this to myself for the thousandth time but it doesn’t change anything.I stared at the ceiling, my chest tight with frustration. How did this keep happening? How did I let it happen twice?No. That was the wrong question.I knew exactly how it happened.Lucian was infuriating, arrogant, and reckless. He made me feel things I’m too ashamed to admit. He knew exactly which buttons to push, exactly how to pull me into his storm, until I wasn’t thinking—until I was just reacting, just taking.And he let me.That was the worst part. He let me. I used to do this to him when the tab
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧My nap didn’t do much to contain the issues that were tearing through my heart and my soul.If anything, waking up made it worse.I felt like some part of me had slipped away the second I had sex with Percival, like a tether to something familiar had snapped, leaving me floating in a place I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t regret. No, that would be too easy. It was something more complicated, something I couldn’t put a name to.When I opened my eyes, he was still there, on the chair not too far from me. His dark hair was a mess, his breathing even, his chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of sleep.I let out a long sigh. But it wasn’t relief."Percy!"I called his name as loudly as I could, shaking the stillness of the room apart.Percy jolted awake, sitting up so fast he nearly fell off the bed. His head snapped from side to side, his whole body tense like he was searching for an attacker, for the reason I had shattered his peace."Over here."His sharp g
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««Lucian and I settled into a comfortable silence. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t necessarily peaceful either—just a quiet truce after the mess of last night. We didn’t talk again until lunchtime, and even then, we avoided going to any bedroom. Instead, we stayed in the living room, like neutral ground neither of us wanted to give up.I noticed Lucian using his crutches more, refusing to let me wheel him around unless it was absolutely necessary. As much as I wanted to argue against it, I knew that any forceful damage to his body would only keep me here longer. And yet, I didn’t fight him on it. Maybe because I needed space, too.Lunch was simple—something I put together quickly, more for the sake of routine than hunger. The TV was on, playing some horror movie, the kind with too many cheap jump scares and characters who made all the wrong choices. Lucian sat on the long couch with his leg elevated, while I took the floor, my back resting aga
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««The next morning is just as I expected—confusing and strange.But it’s also something else. Something worse.It’s silent.Not just quiet, not just the absence of words, but a kind of silence that settles between us like a thick fog, dense and suffocating. A silence so unnatural that it feels wrong. We should be screaming at each other by now. We should be hurling insults like knives, digging them deep, carving out the hatred that’s always been there between us.But we don’t.It’s been twenty minutes.Twenty minutes since I woke up and realized that neither of us had moved. Since I felt the uncomfortable warmth of Lucian’s body pressed against mine, the steady rhythm of his breath ghosting against my skin. Since I opened my eyes and saw him looking back at me, his gaze unreadable, sharp with something I didn’t want to name.And yet, we still haven’t spoken.We just… lie there. Holding on to each other in a way we never would have done in the f
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