The Best Regret [BxBxB+]

PROLOGUE

IMPORTANT A/N: Hi everyone! I'm currently redoing this story. I wouldn't say I liked how it turned out before, so I decided to start from scratch. As of this new version of the story, instead of ten boys, there will be seven. Ten boys are a lot for me to deal with, especially when this is the first book I want to complete and publish.

I want you all to know that I have my own writing style. My books aren't for you if you don't like it, which is perfectly okay. I want you all to know that I put a lot of time and effort into my books.

Thank you for understanding, and I'm sure you'll love The Best Regret. Thank you <3.

Sitting in the back of a cab with my mother was the worst thing anyone could ask for with her ridiculous laughter and annoyingly squeaky voice. She would fake her emotions and act like the perfect woman any man could ask for. Nonetheless, I still love her. She is my mother, after all.

The stinging around my cuticles intensifies as I keep on picking my skin, making them bleed. My mother's voice was heard, and my eyes shot up to look into hers. "I think this will be the best thing for you, Elias. Don't worry about it. Stop picking your beautiful skin." She frowned, obviously faking her actual feelings.

I rolled my eyes and stopped picking around my nails. All I can do right now is stare at trees, and the plane lands while the cab takes me to my new home for who knows how long.

I never thought my parents loved me. They barely made time for me as a kid and always ignored me when I wanted to talk to them. I'm 19 now, and after days of asking my parents to listen to me, my parents finally made time to speak to me one day.

When I told them I was gay, they didn't take it very well—hints on why I'm in a cab going to this institute for gay people like me. I cried for hours and finally had enough strength to pack a bag.

My father hasn't spoken to me since. My mother was the only one who would even consider going with me to drop me off at this institute.

I felt very lonely. Aren't parents supposed to love you for who you are? Maybe I was a mistake born into this cruel world. I don't think I've ever been told, "I love you."

Maybe this is a sign. Perhaps I should just ki-

"We're here, Elias. Get out of the car." My mother's voice startled me out of my dark thoughts. I did as she said and slowly got out of the cab, fixing my pink crop top. I stared at the ground when a tall, dark shadow came over me. I knew it was probably the one in charge of the house.

"You must be Elias." The man smiled sweetly at me. I found a little courage to look into his golden eyes, and I instantly felt myself get all weird feelings. "That is correct. This is my son, Elias. I hope you will take good care of him." My mother barged in.

The man pulled out his hand to shake my mother's, and his lips pulled into a smirk. "We will take excellent care of your son."

After saying goodbye to my mother, the man who presented himself as Taylor, brought my bags into the house. When I took a closer look at the exterior while walking inside, I saw how homey this place was. I thought it would look like a jail or one of those crappy residentials your parents take you for behavior, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, or sexually acting out.

I walked inside to see a clean and comfortable interior. The walls were a light blue, and the floors were grey wood. The wall and door trims were grey, and pictures hung against the walls. I was about to look at the pictures when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to see Taylor. He motioned me to follow him, and I quietly followed him upstairs into a decent-sized room. My room at home was bigger, but this will do. I was grateful regardless.

"This will be your room. Whenever you get more comfortable here, we can get decorations in town. You can also get an emotional support animal if you do well here." The man leaned against the wall, and I slightly smiled.

"Thank you, I appreciate it." I beamed, heading over to my bags. Taylor exited my room before closing it. I unpacked my clothes into my closet and flopped onto my bed with exhaustion.

"I'm so tired," I mumbled, putting an arm over my eyes. I was almost asleep when I heard my door burst open, and I got startled awake.

My eyes darted to the door seeing a boy around my age smiling wide.

"You're Elias. Oh my god! You're so pretty! Stand up, stand up." He beamed, running over to me. I was stunned. Did he call me pretty? I never thought I was even remotely attractive.

His hands found mine and guided me off my bed. He stood in front of me, and he giggled out loud. "You're the same height as me! Oh my god. Chase is going to love you. You're so pretty. They're going to go insane." The blonde rambled, and I opened my mouth to say anything at all, but what I said made the blonde stop talking.

"You look like Draco Malfoy.." I slowly said, earning a scoff.

...

The blonde deadpanned. "I'm not Draco Malfoy. I don't even remotely look like him." He crossed his arms, but soon realized something. " Oh right, I never told you my name! I'm Cole! You're going to love it here." He hugged me, instantly forgetting that I called him Draco Malfoy.

It wasn't even supposed to be an insult. Draco Malfoy is hot.