All Chapters of GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THROWN OFF BALANCEEthan kept his head low and his bag slung back over his shoulder as he walked through the corridor. Lockers slammed all around him and someone laughed too loudly near the basement stairwell, but he didn't turn. He kept his gaze fixed on the tiles, counting the lines he stepped on as he marched to class. But despite how hard he tried distracting himself, he couldn't take his mind off everything that had happened the day before. By the time he reached class, he already felt tired. Everyone slid into their seats and he followed suit, dropping down behind the table near the front. He opened his bag, pulling out his notebooks and textbooks with practiced ease, like muscle memory was doing the work his brain couldn't keep up with. “Good morning class," Dr. Keller's voice cut through the noise as he walked in. He dropped a pile of notes on his desk and turned to the students. “We'll be–take your feet off your table, John." John raised both hands in mock surrender and

BROTHER V BROTHERThe rain reduced to a light drizzle, the thin sheets fogging the air and soaking the streets. Tiny pockets of puddles reflected the neon signs in Jake’s old sedan as he brought the car to a near stop before a red light. Ethan remained still in the passenger seat, scrolling through his reels as the windshield wipers scraped away the streaks of water clinging to the glass with tired arcs. Jake settled in his seat, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. “Man, I swear this thing hates me," he muttered, nudging the car forward as the light turned green. Ethan didn't say anything at first. He just fixed his glasses as he mindlessly scrolled through the videos popping up on his feed. With a soft sigh, he turned to his brother. “Where are we even going again?” he finally asked, tilting his head slightly. Jake glanced at him. "The hardware store,” he scoffed. "How many times do I gotta say it, goddamnit?”"You just said ‘some stuff’ when I asked,” Ethan muttere

MARTIN SANDERSThe rain had long stopped by the time they finally got home. The air was cooler now, carrying the faint smell of wet earth as they pulled up into the driveway. Jake picked his way across the wet grass, using the flickering porch light guiding him toward the door. Balancing two grocery bags in his arms, he kicked the door open and stepped inside. “Careful with the nails,” he muttered. “The box already tore.”Ethan followed quietly behind him, nodding absentmindedly to his brother's words. He was still lost in his thoughts, tangled somewhere between the scene with Aaron, the group message about Blake and Roseanne, and the mess sitting heavy in his chest. Sighing, he shut the door behind them with his foot and dropped the nails on the table. He slipped off his soaked hoodie and draped it over the couch arm before taking the bags from Jake's arms and carrying them toward the hallway. The two bulbs in the corridor had gone out a few nights ago and Jake hates how ‘depress

KNOCKING ON THE DEVIL’S DOOREthan rubbed his stinging cheeks, wincing as the cold night air brushed against his exposed skin. He walked toward the edge of the porch, staring into the night as he pressed the phone to his ear. “Hey, Tom," he called as he turned to the fogged living room window. Jake was still on his stool, fixing the hallway bulb. “What's up?" “Well… a lot,” Tom's voice crackled through the speaker. “You heard the news yet?" Ethan didn't ask what he meant–he already knew what he was referring to. His grip tightening around the phone, he rested his arm against the porch railing. "Yeah,” he answered quietly, “I… I heard.”There was a pause on the other end, the silence broken by Tom's steady breathing. “Didn’t Roseanne basically like… agree to go with you?” he asked finally.Ethan let out a dry chuckle, though there was nothing funny in it. "She never really gave me a clear answer, Tom,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “It doesn't really matter anyways.”"But Blak

A GIRL SUSRoseanne cupped Blake's face, biting down on her lower lip as she moved up the bed. She pulled him closer, her breath brushing past his nose and her hands now sliding down to his chest. “You know," she whispered, her legs trembling upon his touch, "the nerd would be sad hearing you asked me out to prom.”"I don't care,” Blake answered with a rather cold gone as she kissed her once. "Let's just fuck.”Roseanne frowned, a bit taken aback by his attitude. But before she could address it, he grabbed her waist and turned her over, laying her on her belly. Her words died in her throat before slowly easing into breathless moans as he slid his hands in. "Shit,” she cursed, tilting her head back. She shook her head, a low chuckle slipping out her lips. "You really know how to take the words outta my–OH FUCK!" Blake dropped down, wrapping his lips against her pussy's, shutting her off again. His face down her ass, one hand squeezed her breasts and the other rubbed her clit as he s