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 tried not to think about it. I tried not to think about Antony’s wedding today. I tried to go to college as normal and I tried not to ask Fernanda anything about the wedding, which was about to happen in a few hours. We both walked out of college together, and the question slipped out of my mouth without a second thought. I cursed myself silently. “What are you gonna wear?” I asked her, and her head snapped towards me, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“What?”
“To the wedding.” I nodded at her. “What are you wearing?” I repeated, and she swallowed, looking me up and down.
“Erm… I borrowed a purple summer dress from one of my aunties, and I’m wearing that.” She tells me, nodding her head slowly.
“Oh. That’ll look nice on you.” I shrugged my shoulders, and I looked up, just as Thomas parks in front of us. He rolls his window down, looking from me to Fernanda.
“Hey, Fernanda.” He grins at her, and she rolls her eyes, gripping her backpack tighter. “Aren’t you supposed to be at a wedding?” He asked her, and I glared at him, opening the back door for Fernanda. She smiles as a thanks, slipping into the car. I slam the door closed, just to piss off Thomas before walking around the back and opening the passenger door, getting in. “Come on, Fernie, you know you can tell me anything.” The smile on Tom’s face widens as he adjusts his front mirror so that he could look at her.
“He’s getting married in a few hours, pussyhole, so drive me home.” She snaps, crossing her arms over her chest. This only makes Thomas smile more, driving off.
“I love when you insult me.” He hums, and I grimace at him.
“Seeing you this desperate is actually making me violently ill.” I scoffed, and Tom laughed loudly, slamming my thigh.
“Remind me, Fernanda, whose lover is getting married today?” He sarcastically remarks, and I punch him in the arm. Fernanda laughs from behind us, and I open the window, feeling the wind on my skin. “Exactly, Theodore, so watch what you say to me.”
“At least he actually liked me.” I snided, and Fernanda giggled from beside me as Thomas side-eyes me, a grimace on his face. “Unlike you. Fernanda despises you.” I tell him, and he glances up into the mirror. I look back at Fernanda as she clears her throat, sitting straighter.
“Liked?” Tom scoffs, shaking his head. “Boy, that couldn’t be the furthest from the truth.” He says, and I don’t reply to him. Instead, I look out of the window until we reach Fernanda’s flat. Me and Tom decided to walk her up, mostly so that the two of them could keep on bickering back and forth. When we finally reach their floor, I notice a woman leaning on the railing, looking down. She had a cigarette in between her lips and her dark hair was flowing down her back. I squinted my eyes at her, noticing that she was wearing a robe that was open from the front, showing her underwear she wore underneath. I blinked at her.
“Who’s that?” I whispered to Fernanda, and she looked up.
“Oh. That’s… Luciana. She’s staying with us.” She shrugs her shoulders, and I blink at her.
“Why?”
“Because, you know, she’s… marrying Antony today.” Fernanda presses her lips together, glancing towards me hesitantly. Thomas gasps dramatically from beside us, and he slaps his hands over his face.
“That’s his wife?” I asked, staring at Luciana. She’s… well, she’s beautiful. It made me wonder if Antony could truly resist her. “I mean…”
“You know, if I get caught fucking a dude by your dad, do you think he’ll marry me to a leng Brazilian?” Thomas asked, leaning towards Fernanda. She elbows him in the ribs.
“Thomas.” I snapped. He looks over at me, raising his eyebrows. “Let’s go.” I tell him, and Luciana’s eyes fall onto me. Her eyebrows furrow before she smiles sweetly, and I hate that she looks nice. I want to hate her, but she seems so sweet.
“Yeah, let's.” He murmurs, making his way down the stairs. I followed him after saying goodbye to Fernanda. I watch as she ignores her future sister in-law and goes straight into her flat, banging the door closed behind her.
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