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Four Days Later

Joey smiled lightly, placing a soft kiss on his lovers lips. Sun cascaded along Joey's dark skin which complimented his boyfriends pale skin. A faint blush coated on both of their cheeks as they stared adoringly at one another. It was a beautiful sight yet I couldn't help but stare at the pair wondering what it was like to have love come so easily.

The two sparked a connected upon meeting each-other.  Ever since then the two have become inseparable. Anyone could tell they were in love. Even if the words had not been shed.

My whole life love has never been easy for me. My parents have their flaws. Ma always on drugs. My fathers' burdening mental health. My therapist believes this is why I am the way I am. Closed off. However, I do not believe that. I would happily open up to someone who is willing to listen.

Even that night with Grey, I told him about my nightmare. He held me tightly. We fell asleep in one anothers arms. Despite that, I still feel this resentment towards him. Just like my parents.

Is it possible to love someone without a bit of hate?

My feet stomped out of the over-lit cafeteria hating the eyes that followed me. It shouldn't bother me that much. Seeing my best friend happy. But it felt nauseating. Seeing him get the very thing I have been craving. Feeling Grey and Ant's eyes on me. It's all too much.

"Where are you going all angry?" A familiar voice called.

I turned and was faced with Mario, smirking at me. I tried not to throw a glare his way. Remembering that Grey told me to be weary of him.

Seeing me alone must trigger his need to make a connection with me. If he even looked at me Grey would jump all over him.

The realization that I am no longer being shielded by Grey just came to me. No one dared to look at me. Let alone try anything with me.

Now I have no one. Me and Grey are in a weird place. Joey is obsessed with Jared. Ma is back on drugs. I just have . . . myself.

"Not in the mood for talking?"

"Not right now." I mumbled

"Yeah?" He asked taking a step closer, "Why isn't your puppy following you around anymore?"

Is he seriously referring to Hrey as a dog? God I should just punch him. How could he disrespect him like this? If he was here you wouldn't be saying that.

"He's not my puppy."

"No? Seems like it. Always following you around. Doing as you want. Growling at anyone that looks at you-"

"Enough with the dog shit. It's weird." I spat, "I'm really not in the mood today."

"Hm." He thought running his hand through his hair, "I want you in my crew."

"Thanks for the offer-"

"Oh sweetie." He hummed placing his hand on my cheek, "It's not an offer. It's a demand."

His touch felt wrong. I hated it. I want it off me now. Who does he think he is? I stepped back, glaring at the slightly larger man. His only response was a frown.

I could take him. I could fight him. I've caught bigger guys and made it out. Hell, I've gotten jumped and still managed to escape. He's nothing new. He's nothing scary.

Mario cannot force me to do anything. But I'll play along.

"What does your crew do?"

"We distribute things. We get it from the teachers and sell. You would get to keep 40% of the profits. All I need is that pretty face."

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