PIERRE POV I don’t know what my expectations were aligned with in regard to future happenings that involved Sebastian, Poseidon, Pierre, and nice confinement in a closed room. But they sure as hell were nowhere near the possibility of Poseidon walking into my room, scorn marred on his face, and claiming his position on my bed all without reigning hell. I was left alone fighting with the door to keep the crazies from trying to get a glimpse of what was happening inside my room from the outside, thank heavens for Tony who came to my rescue and was able to shoo all of them out. He was a senior, and his word was final. He was the second most popular guy after the Z4, Lacrosse captain and all. You get the picture.I remained glued at my door once again, in just a span of hours, and right now: my mind thinking of possible means of escape.I’d go join the party and just drown within the throng, hopefully going unnoticed. But I didn’t even want to think what would happen if I stepped foot

POSEIDON POV“I want you too,” A dangerous haze permeated the air as soon as the words came tumbling down his tongue. Like a feather, his little sneaky hands found a way into my shirt, ghostly touches kissing my skin as though he was afraid to touch me fully. A deep groan escaped my throat, the intensity of it all gripping my mind in some kind of a vice. There were no words to describe what I was feeling, a mixture of something hot, too hot to even fathom. After living hot trails of goosebumps all over my front, his hands started their journey down the length of my body and settled on my clothed groin. The tension thickened, Beneath the little coy expression, he always put up a front, lay a vixen. Needy, hot as sin, and ready to take what he wanted.I couldn’t be more thankful.All the hatred and anger I came bearing when I stepped into this room disintegrated to dust. There was no way I could keep up with his tongue massaging mine in the way he did, his hands brushing all over my

PIERRE POVThe so-called friendly match between the duo had to be the opposite of friendly.For the past few months, everything occurring between the two was a contest. I have no idea why they deemed it t themselves to take me as some sort of a trophy or a prize won at the end of the contest. And as much as it vexed me, I had no time to be angry because I was too busy trying to keep them from killing each other. I barely had time to bathe after breakfast, ‘cause I literally flew to the campus with the speed of light. I must have looked like a nutcase whooshing through the gates and heading to the courts, and true to Tony’s words, the entire court was packed. Everywhere I turned to look was a person, cheering. Of course, Poseidon had more fans than Sebastian for a lot of reasons.He was the leader of Z4. 2. He was pretty much more outgoing than Sebastian who preferred to be in the background almost every time. So yeah.I spotted the other guys seating in the front row, snacks surroun

PIERRE POVThe weekend at my mom’s had been phenomenal. I don’t know if it was the mere fact that I was no longer living there, well; technically, but something about the Saturday movie night in the small theatre room, popcorn, and lots of laughter seemed to be out of this world. Of course, we used to watch movies together while I was still living there, but right now, it was as if some extra masala had been added to the mix, making every second we spent together count. What made my heart gloom even further was when my dad called, and both he and mom talked. I had expected nothing but pure awkwardness between the two of them, considering the turn of events, but nope. Nothing like that. The conversation had been flowing, mom even took away my phone while giving him the tour of the house, stopped to greet Gabriel, and continued. It was as if they were old friends and they were reuniting after spending years apart.When Monday morning arrived, I was reluctant- in all senses of the word-

PIERRE POV“You can cry and let it all out…” Sebastian’s rich, but insanely smooth voice felt like a silk wash all over my goose-pimpled skin. I was still in a drastic state of shock, the happenstances only pouncing in my mind at a much more rapid pace than it had all happened. I remained glued in the passenger seat of his McLaren’s passenger side, cocooned by the warmth and serenity although the inside of me was in shreds, the effects of the storm after it wreaked havoc.It was as if some kind of a veil had been torn apart, a very gaping slit in the middle that bared everything out. All the pain I have ever known came tumbling out of that slit along with those words I heard straight from his mouth.DISGUSTING FAG. I knew I had preferred to be his dirty little secret but that… That was extreme. “I’m okay.” My voice was nothing like my usual, it was carnal gruff that rumbled from deep inside of me, mirroring the turmoil inside of me. It was a cross between a pained wail and something