Breaking the Rules [BoyxBoy]

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I need a light to take me home
I kinda need a hero, is it you?

Chapter 09 ~ Nightingale

Trey Carter

Something about Owen was strange, but I couldn't put my finger on it and I wasn't sure if I even wanted to put my finger on it. He had kidnapped me, he had insulted me, and he had belittled me to the point where I felt inferior, but here I was, trying to know more about this mysterious stoner guy.

At first, I tried not to think too much about it since I had a history of being attracted to guys who couldn't, or wouldn't, reciprocate. Then I realized this wasn't attraction. This was my mind trying to demystify him so that I could stop giving him so much power over me. If I could level the playing field, then maybe that would be ticket to freedom.

Operation annoy-the-fuck-out-of-Owen has commenced.

I turned on the radio and fiddled with the dials, relentlessly changing the station and watching out of the corner of my eyes as Owen fueled with irritation. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he gritted his teeth together. "Stop that," he demanded after a few more seconds.

"Why?" I questioned. "I'm trying to find a good song to take my mind off the fact that I have to be graced with your presence for this entire drive." I stopped once I found the hip-hop station and started rapping along to the current Drake song.

"You're got to be kidding me," Owen muttered under his breath before turning the station to something else.

I retaliated by changing the station back.

"Hands off my goddamn radio," he ordered in a strong, authoritative voice as he changed the station again. He fixed me with a level stare that said he was going to kill me if I persisted.

Deciding to lay off the music for now, I changed the subject to what had just occurred not too long ago. Owen had been talking to two random guys and they started to give him head out of nowhere and he had done nothing to stop him. "So, those boys ... did you know them?"

He didn't answer.

"Are they, like, prostitutes or something?"

His mouth remained shut.

"Did you come?"

Owen finally turned to face me, his green eyes narrowing significantly. Apparently, I hit a nerve, but before he got the chance to react accordingly, the truck stopped right in the middle of the highway. His brows knitted together in confusion as he stared blankly at the speedometer. He tried to restart the truck several times, but it would always end with the engine sputtering profusely and blacking out. He peered over the steering wheel to look at the fuel gauge before he threw his head back onto the seat. "Fuck."

I wanted to ask what happened even though it was obvious, but I sewed my lips shut when he started to punch the steering wheel repeatedly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I watched as he dug his hand into his pocket to retrieve a few crumpled dollar bills, then he sighed.

"Can't you call Raven?" I asked, hoping to be somewhat helpful.

"I can't talk to her right now," he said through a frustrated sigh.

"Why not?"

"She blabbed her big mouth to you," he stated as though the answer was obvious. "Who knows what else she told you?"

My lips pulled into a frown when I realized what he was referring to. Sure, she had shared some personal details, but it was only because I was being an insensitive dick and she wanted me to see Owen the same way she saw him. "Well, in her defense, I pressured her into telling me," I lied. "She really likes you, dude."