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CHAPTER ONEONE DRUNKEN MISTAKEDylan grasped Lucas's hair, his fingers digging through the strands and he pressed his lips against his. His heart hammered loudly in his chest and his dick hardened in his pants, pressing against the jeans fabric. “I've loved you for so long," he whispered between kisses as his hand traveled into Lucas's trousers, cupping his rising cock. “I know I sound stupid, and I know I'm drunk…" Lucas pulled him forward and kissed him before he could finish. He ran his hand over Dylan's bare back as he played with his tongue. Dylan pulled back, laughing nervously as his cheeks reddened. He stared at Lucas, his face half-hidden by the darkness. “And I know we've been best friends forever, and I might be ruining everything with my choice." His smile trembled. “But I can't keep on pretending I am not in love with–”"Stop talking, Dy,” Lucas cut in with a smirk. He grabbed Dylan and pinned him to the bed before pulling the sheets over them. "We’ll talk confession

CHAPTER THREEA PARTNER I DIDN'T CHOOSEDylan pushed the front door open and stepped into the house. He paused for a split second as he looked around. On the right, the sitting room door was slightly ajar and he could hear the sounds of a football game from the TV speaker. That meant that his brother was probably glued to the set.The stairs were right ahead, on the left.The last thing that he wanted was Rocky stopping him and asking questions about the party. So, he was moving towards the stairs. But he had climbed two steps when someone called out to him."Dylan."His heart skipped a beat as he froze and turned around. Rocky was standing in the doorway, holding a beer in one hand and a slice of cold pizza in the other. His brown hair stuck out in all directions and faded beer stains dotted his shirt. He looked like he hadn't taken a shower in two days.Still, it didn't stop girls from flocking him. Dylan always wondered how that was even possible. "You coming from the party?" Rock

A MEETING AT MY PLACEDylan shoved the pair of scissors and bottle of gun into his already cramped bag. He managed to zip the thing closed without breaking the zipper and a satisfied grin spread across his face. But it disappeared the moment he glanced up at the clock. “Four," he whispered as he stared at the ticking hand. "Shit.”In all honesty, Dylan wished he could just sit this one out and fail the project. But Logan was smart. He knew Dylan would never let that happen. That was probably why he casually texted ‘four, my place’ after school, knowing Dylan would not say no. He had seen the message pop up from the notifications but refused to give Logan the satisfaction of actually reading it. Why the hell was he acting this way? That night was meant to be forgotten and he just…Maybe Logan had actually forgotten. And he was the only one getting worked up about it. Still, he couldn't find an explanation for the scene in the bathroom. He'd closed his eyes, and had waited for a ki