After being roommates for two weeks, Kristoff actually found himself talking to Malcom more and more.Malcom never spoke about his life on the outside, and neither did he."What are you going to do when you get out?" Malcom asked, laying on the ground and playing with a football."Go to college and start my own business. What about you?""You know, maybe become a kingpin. Fuck bitches or become a rapper."Kristoff scoffed."You find that funny?""No, but you must have a plan. This is reform school, you have to come out better than you came in.""Do you really believe that? Because I don't see that happening. Just these rich kids going back home to inherit things, and continue being the counts they are.""Not me though.""You never told me why you were here." Malcom sat up."My father hates me, he blames me for everything that goes wrong.""Well, I guess I'm better off. I never knew my father."

Just like Kristoff, Chance said nothing after Kristoff told him about his and Malcom's history.All he did was stare at him for a while.''Yes, I know. Fucked up, I allowed himself to be turned out by some- I can't even blame him, it has to do with me as much as it has to do with him."Kristoff paused."We both were damaged, him dealing with the shit he saw his mother do and then losing her and me being naïve. Maybe if I hadn’t initiated the first move, or made him think it was ok to come onto me and do all those things."Chance place a hand on Kristoff's thigh. "You couldn't have known that it would come to this. You were simply experimenting. Young, and tried to get away, but he used your past to hold you captive time and time again."Kristoff looked up at Chance. "I'm not too worried though, Malcom doesn't have the guts to bring this to the media.""Are you such?""If he outs me, he risks outing himself. Besides,

"The laundry mat? So you really don't have anyone washing for you?'"No. I wash my own clothes.''"By hand?''"No, my foot.''''How?''Chance glanced at Kristoff over the top of a jeans pants.''You can be so dumb sometimes.""I don't know how these things work. I mean, I thought you had someone doing it for you or a robot at least.''Chance shook his head, ''so clueless.''Chance told Kristoff to hold the door as he walked through it with the laundry basket. Kristoff slapped his ass on his way out.''I love to see your ass in tight jeans.''"Pervert.'' Chance said over his shoulder.''Only for you.''"How far is this place, anyway?'' Kristoff asked when Chance pushed the button to the ground floor.''Just across the road.''When the two got there, only two people were doing either loading or unloading the machines.''That's it?''''Yes.'' Chance place the basket do

For the entire time they were at the laundry mat, Kristoff remained silent. Making it known to Chance that the possibility of their relationship being thrown out there in the public was a problem to Kristoff. He just wasn't saying it.Which made Chance wonder what was going to happen with them.Would Kristoff leave if Malcom was serious and leak the photos? Or stay like he claimed.''Ok, that's the last of my shirts.''Kristoff said nothing. All he did was help Chance carry one of the laundry basket back to his apartment.Once in the elevator, Chance open to speak the words on his mind.''Look, if you want to do damage control or go, or do whatever. Feel free to go. I'm not going to hold you back or prevent you from leaving.''''Will you shut up? I'm trying to brainstorm here.''''Oh, well. Maybe we can put our heads together.''''Not now.'' Kristoff said, stepping out of the elevator as soon as it dinged. '

For almost a month, Chance couldn't get over Kristoff, blaming himself for falling for him, for believing that he would actually stay, believing his words and lies.For a second, Chance allowed himself to play with the thought that Stefan would come crashing through his door. He even played with the thought that maybe, just maybe, Kristoff would go public and profess his love for and they can be together again.But it was only just wishful thinking and mindless dreaming, because those things never happened. He never came. Kristoff went silent and off radar.The only thing the media had on him was the success of his business.Truth be told, this was the first time since the age of eighteen did the media could not cover anything on one of Kristoff's antics. It was as if he had disappeared from earth.And so did Malcom. After seeing that no one was interested in him, he finally got the picture and went into hiding or was put to shame by the many socia