𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

#Pictor or #Vaul? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Victor's Point Of View:

"Damn y/n!" I shouted at her from across the glade, jogging over to her. She put her head back down to her work. Y/n was at one of the maze walls, painting it. A flower? A little girly but nice. Here she was again...

Ignoring me.

It was alright. I knew she was just playing hard to get. I have to admit I loved when she played games with me like that. It really made the chase more interesting. Finally, out of breath, hands on my knees, I reached her.

"Your ass looks good in those shorts today." I grin split onto my face. It was what I had to say, nothing else seemed to grab her attention. Y/n whipped her head over to me, her face looked cute with her eyebrows all furrowed like that, lips pressed together.

"You're a disgusting animal." They said, knuckles tense as they gripped their paintbrush. I leaned up against the stone wall, amused with them.

"Ooh I'm an animal now? Maybe I need someone to train me how to be a good boy?"

"I have a boyfriend idiot, we've been through this. Remember when I slapped you?!" Frustration strung their voice, twanging in conversation.

"Oh I remember everything you do to me sexy." I took hold of their chin, tilting it up towards me. "You're cute thinking that I'll fall for the boyfriend sham y/n." I brushed my fingers on their jaw. "Come on, when are you gonna leave that loser and hop on the Victor train?" I dropped my voice, making it huskier. "I'll let you take a ride." They shook their head out of my hand.

"That train is never departing." Y/n murmured, continuing her brush strokes.

"Well I'm here for the long run y/n, it doesn't matter if Gally's your shuck friend or your boyfriend, you're gonna fall in love with me."

"Ha!" She cried out. "You're funny, now shut up." I snuck a hand onto her wrist, attempting to guide the paintbrush.

"See, all you gotta do is-" y/n knocked her hand out of my mine, painting my shirt. The cold paint sunk through the cloth, pressing against my skin. My brand new shirt. "Y/n, this is new! What the shuck?!" She dipped her brush back in one of the paint cans.

"Well your jokes were getting old. Go wash off or something." She grumbled, wiping sweat off her forehead.

"You can be a real bitch sometimes." I said, trying to wipe the sopping paint off.

"Takes one to know one Dicktor."

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After a quick shower I headed back to my hammock where my clothes were. When I started to rummage around I couldn't find a thing.  Nothing.

"Everything's in the laundry." I kicked my empty basket of clothes. Stupid laundry. Bending down to grab the keys to the closet. Maybe I could find something there.

So I trudged upward towards the house, it almost swayed in the wind we were having, biting and stinging at my cheeks. I was shrouded in a welcoming warmth after slamming the homestead's door closed. Jiggling the key in the closet's lock it opened, a box of fresh clothes greeted me. Awesome. Sifting through about a dozen shirts I reached the bottom...only it wasn't the bottom.

Paper littered the cardboard boxes, slips of paper, paper we used to vote on y/n's banishment.

Someone had ruined the votes, replacing most of them with their own. The awful thing is that I knew exactly who did it.

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"Paul!" I was sprinting now, all the way down the slight hill, twisting and turning through brambles.

And then there he was, behind the bars waiting for my arrival. Dave, who was supposed to be guarding him, nowhere to be found. Paul gripped onto the bars, leaning his head through them. He looked almost sick, not like the guy I knew.

"I was wondering how long it'd take you to find out." He croaked, his black hair covering his face. The one I used to like so much. I can't believe he would do something like this. A few papers fisted in my hand I crumpled them even more.

"Why?" I asked, my voice shaking. Paul's  chin rolled around on the metal, he wore a twisted smile. "Why?!" I threw the evidence on the ground in a rage. Betrayal. He hadn't just betrayed me and what we had, he betrayed the entire glade...y/n especially. He sent her out there, he murdered her dead. For all he knew she'd be nothing but a mangled body in the morning.

"You know why!" His spit splashed against my skin. "You've been wanting to shuck her since the day she got here!"

"So?! Everyone has!"

"Well not everyone had a thing going on with me!" This fucker. After everything he had done. That we had done.

"I caught you getting sucked off by James and now you're mad at me?!" I smacked my hand against the door, pain throbbing in my hand. "You've gotta be shucking kidding me! I moved on. You have James, go move on with him!"

"I want you." His voice cracked. "He was nothing more than a free blow. I thought you felt something between us." My eyes started to burn, chest threatening to explode.

"I did. That's why this it hurts like a bitch."