Coming to terms with his sexuality, Theodore Moore is a seventeen year old who is just about getting by. He makes minimum wage and has aspiring, out-of-reach dreams to become a lawyer.
Violent and aggressive, Antony Barbosa is everything wrong with...
I don’t remember how I got here. I wince in pain as I slowly sit up in this random bed, pressing a palm to my temple as I look around. A small gasp leaves my throat when I see Antony laid across the floor, resting his head on his arm as a pillow. Nothing was covering his body and his back muscles stared up at me, defined and tanned and gorgeous.
Carefully, I stick my foot out and tap his back, nudging him slightly. He jerks instantly, turning around to face me. Antony’s hands are risen to his face and he’s rubbing his eyes before his gaze focuses on me.
“What am I doing here?” I slowly ask him, steadily getting to my feet. It was a little shaky, but the last thing I remember from last night is stealing weed from Tom’s pocket. Everything after that is just a blur. I don’t even know how I got here. Fernanda’s flat.
“You showed up last night completely out of it.” He murmurs, sighing as he jumps to his feet. His hands rest on his hips and he blinks at me a few times, looking me up and down. “Get the fuck out of my room.” He sighs, calmly, and I watch as he turns around and opens a drawer, pulling the gun out of it before throwing it to me. I freeze, trying to process what happened before Antony raises an eyebrow and I quickly nod my head before rushing out of his room, instantly bumping into Fernanda, who looks up at me in confusion.
“What- what were you doing in Antony’s room? Why are you here so early?” She asked, and I gulped, lifting the gun in my hand to show her. Fernanda glances down before grinning. “Don’t you need to get to college?” She questions, tilting her head at me. “You… look like shit.”
“I think I’m gonna skive, today. Little hungover.” I murmur, and she presses her lips together in a smile, her hand on my arm. I grimace. “Wanna skive with me?” I asked, hopeful, and I blew out a breath of relief when the grin on her face widened and she nodded her head.
“Absolutely.” She says, interlocking our arms before leading me into the living room. I collapse onto the couch, wrapping my arms around my body to keep warm. My body felt cold all of a sudden, and I shivered slightly. “Do you want some popcorn? I’m sure we have an out-of-date packet somewhere.” Fernanda asked, and I slowly nodded my head.
“Sure.” I murmured, and Fernanda smiled at me before skipping off into the kitchen.
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Mum sat at the counter, a mug of tea raised to her lips as she read the newspaper. At times like these, she looked like a regular mother, who didn’t work three different jobs just to feed her family. I smile at her, sitting on the kitchen table. Mum looks up and raises her eyebrow at the sight of me.
“What’s up with you? You look like absolute rubbish.” She snickers, and I roll my eyes before taking a bite of the cold toast in front of me. “Spend the night somewhere?” She wiggles her eyebrows, and I freeze. “Come on, you can tell me if you’re seeing someone. What’s her name?” She asked, and I rolled my shoulders, not quite sure how to reply. I didn’t spend the night with a girl. I spent it with a boy, who happens to be the one guy on this entire planet that I have a very strong dislike towards, yet a weird appreciation for his attractiveness.
“I spent the night at Fernanda’s.” I tell the particle truth, and mum nods her head slowly, almost as if she doesn’t believe me. “What, mum? Am I not allowed to have a life?”
“Of course not. That’s why I hold you in the palm of my hand.” She rolls her eyes and stands up, ruffling my hair as she walks past and towards the sink. “Don’t have a hissy fit, I give you all the freedom a teenage boy could ask for.” She pouts, and I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Thank you, mother.” I joke, and she ruffles my hair as she walks past me and up the stairs. I stare down at the toast in front of me, holding it between two fingers. Although it’s been a few hours since I last saw Antony, I find that he’s on the back of my mind. Is it weird that I get this feeling in the pit of my belly whenever I’m around him? The low churning and the tingles and even though I don’t remember much of last night, it should be a sign that I didn’t wake up with broken bones, right?
Sighing, I force myself not to think about him as I shake my head and take one last bite of the toast before forcing myself up the stairs and into the room I share with my brother, collapsing onto my bed and instantly falling asleep.
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