A Match Made In Hell

Chapter 17: The Loss of a friend

Warnings: Limy. Idk if it qualifies as lime or not, but it's hot and it has suggestive language. If this makes you uncomfortable, I will summarize what happened in this chapter at the beginning of next chapter.

BUT

I was thinking of making the next chapter an excerpt of like smut? Because people (Meaning that one person who commented) said they were cool with it and I wrote a smutshot and if you would like to read it you can but all that would happen in that chapter would be sex. It would have no effect on the storyline whatsoever and you could skip it if you choose.

If I do this though, I will not tolerate bullshit. I mean it. I do not want people to get mad at me for publishing it. In this story, Tam and Keefe are 17 years old. There are plenty of smuts for HP (harry potter) and they're 17, and this should be no different. If you are uncomfortable with smut do yourself a favor and skip it and wait for the next chapter. I don't want backlash because it is your decision to read that chapter. I will put at the top of that chapter a warning, and I expect those who decide to read to know I have not surprised this onto them.

Also, thank y'all who were being so kind on my convo board. I am going through something right now and I really am glad you spoke to me about it. Y'all are true friends.

Now, the story.

-Rey

Warnings: Not lime but a lil limey. It's hot tho. It's also 2k words hehe

Tam POV

With that cold-hearted rejection, I decided it would be more harmful for me to stay in school than not to.

Linh catches me on my way out, and makes a pissed off face.

"Tam Dai Song, are you ditching?" She crosses her arms.

"Yes I am. Want to join?" I offer politely.

"Why are you skipping? You know mom and dad are home. They'll catch you."

"I'll go through the window." I shrug.

"Is this Keefe-related?"

"Is it your business?" I ask.

"Fine. Sorry I care about you." Linh sighes.

"I'm sorry, Linh. It's just hard to be around Keefe." I scratch my neck.

"It's okay." She hugs me, "Make sure to fill me in tonight."

"Will do." With a final smile, I walk out the door and start my journey home.

. . . . . .

There's a tree right next to my bedroom window, and I quickly scale it and jimmy the window. After a few minutes of shaking it, it finally opens and I slide into my room. I shut the window softly, trying not to make a lot of noise. My room is a mess. Books and papers are everywhere and it's a mess in general. I decided to spend the day cleaning it up. It took hours.

I grab a trash bag and scoop up all the papers into it. I neatly stack books onto the shelf. Cleaning up my desk, I find that I have an unopened envelope from Keefe. I couldn't help it, so I tore it open. A paper on the front says in bad penmanship: "Hey Bangs Boy, made some art...I don't know why but last night I was thinking about you a lot so I drew some art. I hope you like it, not that I care or whatever." I smile and check the date. It was before we got into the mess. I look past the note and there's about ten pieces of art.

It felt so personal. All of them were of me besides one, which was of a raven. Some were memories, some seemed more like one he had in a dream. I was smiling in one. My eyes crinkled in the edges and my lips held up high. I seemed so happy. It must've been because he was around. I was always happier with him. Maybe he was happier without me?