All Chapters of GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A CHANCE UNDESERVED Aaron closed the door behind him before slowly stepping into the room. Jake's eyes adjusted to the darkness again and he found that Aaron wasn't smiling for once. The usual confidence he carried wasn't there, he made no teasing comment or flashed his usual annoying grin. Even his cigarette pack sat untouched in his breast pocket. Instead, he just stared at Jake, his eyes running over the bandage wrapped around his shoulders and the bruise on his cheek. “What were you talking about back then?" he finally asked as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Jake looked up from the chair, exhaustion sitting heavily in his blank expression. “What… what?" he mumbled, still a bit dazed from the throbbing pain behind his eyes. “The phone call, Jake," Aaron said as he stepped closer. “You told me something happened." “Yeah," Jake said with a quiet scoff. He shifted slightly and immediately regretted it as his shoulder screamed. “You want the short version or the ver

AN ASSHOLE CONFRONTATION 1 “Jake?" The call snapped Jake out of his dream. He snorted awake, his eyes fluttering open as he lifted his hands off his face. His eyes stung and his mouth burned but nothing could compare to the sharp pain that traveled up his arm when he tried to move. Wincing, he grabbed his aching shoulder and cursed. He had forgotten he now has a bullet wound. "Hey, wake up,” came the voice from before again. Groaning, Jake sat up on the bed and forced his vision steady on the door. When his gaze cleared up, he found Gina standing by the doorway with a lit cigar in her hand. He couldn't tell if it was his morning wood or just the sleep but she was looking surprisingly… sexy that morning. She was dressed in a revealing night shirt that displayed clearly her dark areola and standing nipples. The cloth barely covered up the fact that she had nothing under. "Oh,” Jake muttered as he turned away instantly. “I'm… I'm sorry. What time is it?” "It's time for you t

BEAT UP THE OLD MANJake marched down the quiet hallway toward Martin and Gerald’s room, his injured shoulder barely registering to him anymore. The pain was nothing compared to the rage coursing through his veins. The moment he got to the door, he raised a foot and kicked the door open. It slammed against the vanity table with a loud BANG, nearly pulling off its hinges. Inside, Martin and Gerald were still in bed. Gerald was awake, his face swollen and bruised from Ethan's attack. And Martin–He was ass deep into Gerald, groaning and panting as he bounced. The moment he noticed Jake and the rest, he cursed out loud and grabbed the duvet to cover his pouring d*ck. He quickly dropped to the side as Gerald sprayed his seed onto the sheets. “What the–” Martin started. But Jake didn't let him finish. He crossed the room in a flash, kicking his father off the bed before grabbing Gerla by the collar of his night shirt. “Jake!" Martin shouted as he scrambled over the cum-stained floor.

THIRTY TENS“Do you think they found the killer?" Ethan asked as the ending credits of the movie began to roll on the screen. “I don't really know," Gina answered as she looked up from her phone. “Wasn't really paying any attention, to be honest." Ethan sank deeper into the couch as he tossed the empty popcorn bowl on the table. It was just another night for him–another night spent bingeing horror thrillers with Gina. He pulled the blanket he had stolen from Jake's room over his legs as everywhere fell silent. But then,that quiet was broken by the sound of tires pulling into the driveway. Ethan immediately looked toward the window where the car's headlights pierced through the slits of the closed curtains before turning dead. “That must be Jake,” Gina said, lifting her eyes from her phone. She stretched her arms above her head before standing up. “Finally. I was starting to think he got himself into another stupid mess." Ethan gave a grunt in response as he knew that was exactly

THE LAST RUNThe bedroom looked less of a mess than it had been a few moments ago. Jake had thrown most of the clothes back into the closet, and the ones he didn't choose were pushed aside. The pile of shirts and jeans that had buried the bed now laid on the floor. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. Ethan exhaled as he fixed the button of the shirt and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He stared at his reflection, smoothening an invisible wrinkle on the sleeves. For once, he didn't look like the cliche scrawny nerd that spent most of his time trying to disappear. With the brown flowing cargo pants and baby-blue thrifted button-up shirt, he looked… different. He adjusted the sleeves one last time, staring at the mirror as he ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "I don't really look bad," he muttered to himself, smiling. Satisfied with his new look, he walked toward the room again. The moment the door opened, Gina sat up on the bed with a loud groan. "Finally," sh