Bandaged & Damaged {BoyxBoy & FIN & EDITING}

chapter eight

"Miles!" I screamed again. My body finally moved, and I rushed to him. I got on my knees and placed his head on my lap. His eyes were closed, and the front of his hair covered his eyes. "Fuck, damn it, Miles!"

I tried moving him, but he was taped to the chair. I ripped the tape off of him and the chair and pushed the chair away, cradling Miles on my lap. What the fuck I'm going to tell Ma and pa? What am I going to do?

I looked up and saw the masked person staring at me. He had the gun in his hand, but I didn't care for that. I didn't care for anything but a dead body that I was holding.

"Aren't you going to scream?" The masked person asked.

"Fuck you," I spat. "You killed the only person who I love to hate. He was my brother, you fucking murderer!"

My bottom lip was shivering. It wasn't the cold that made my lip shake. I thought it was. I thought I couldn't feel. My vision became blurry, and I thought I fainted for a second, but it was blurry by my tears. I was crying. Miles always told me crying is for a bunch of pussies, and guys don't cry.

Guys aren't supposed to show weakness.

Guys shouldn't be crying.

Guys have to be guys if they want to survive.

But this feeling of emptiness in the pit of my stomach didn't scare me. It was losing Miles that frightened me.

"Y—you can't leave me...you can't. Ma told me to watch you and—and I didn't do that!" I choked. I squeezed my eyes tightly and pressed my forehead to his. I choked on my sobs while I wrapped my arms around his lifeless body. "Why?"

"Because it's a prank," Dayton said. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Dayton and the masked person staring at me.

I wiped my eyes. "What?"

The person slowly took off his mask, and I had no idea who he was. Under the moonlight, he had a shaved head, brown eyes, and a small dimple on his cheek. How the hell could he smile at a time like this?

"Look, man, it's a prank," the random guy said.

I narrowed my eyes at Dayton and slowly unwrapped myself from Miles. "What the fuck is going on?"

Dayton opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He sighed and closed his mouth, shaking his head. "Jasper I'm sorry—"

"Don't say anything else, Dayton."

I turned around and stood in front of me was a living breathing brother of mind, Miles. And it looked like he woke up from a fucking nap — not a bullet in his head. I took a step forward and stared hard at his face. I had to make sure he wasn't lying, that this wasn't a dumb prank. I needed to hear him from his mouth. "Why...why aren't you dead? What's going on?" I whispered.

Miles sighed. "Because it was a fake gun. This was a prank." No. this wasn't a prank. He was supposed to be dead because a bullet went through his head. He should be bleeding? I looked at the ground to find nothing but tape. No blood. The confusion must have been on my face because Miles continue to talk. "I wanted to do this prank because I wanted to see if my lifeless brother would react to me dying."

I scoffed and took a step back, laughing humorlessly about the situation. He did all of this work to see me react? He wanted to k is if I had feelings? I showed me my "feelings." Hopefully, he liked what was coming at him.

"What were your results? Did your prank work?" I asked calmly. Under the calmness, I was seething. I wanted nothing more than to be away from him.

The fucker had the nerve to smile and shrug. "I did get you to cry, right?"

"Oh!" I faked, exclaimed. "That makes everything better right? I get to see the death of my brother, but it turned out to be a prank because he wanted to see me suffer? Good job."

I gave him a thumbs-up, and his smile slowly dropped. He shook his head. "I guess you're still upset—"

"Upset? I'm fucking infuriated. Have you lost your god damn mind? You wasted my time doing a prank that wasn't even good, that wasn't even funny? Do you hear anyone laughing? No. And you have the fucking nerve to be around me when you clearly stated never to come around, to never come around because you hated when I was around you. Well, guess what, Miles?"

I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, so we were eye to eye. It was still dark outside, but I could see the regret and sadness in his eyes. I wished I cared. "I'm done. I'm done with your pranks, your complaining, your bullshit. I'm over it."

I roughly let him go and went to turn around when he caught my wrist. "Wait Jasper I'm—"

I snatched my wrist out of his grip pointed the finger at his face. "Don't fucking touch me. You tell Ma and Pa, you love them. And how much of a narcissistic piece of shit you are."

I walked away and left him speechless. As I walked down the staircase, I didn't hear footsteps behind until I was walking down the hallway. I looked over my shoulder and saw Easton and the guy with the two different eye colors.

I stopped and glared at the guy with the colors. "What the fuck you're doing here? Aren't you, Miles's friend?"

He stared blankly at me before he gave me a small smile. "I'm Kiel. I know, Asher."

Asher. Dario. Pierce. Nixon. Junior. And Kiel. Six.

Easton stepped away from him and stood next to me. I could feel the tension between them, or how Easton was the one making it tension. For some reason, I relaxed when he told me he was in with Asher and not Miles. Shouldn't I be calm that he should have said Miles since I knew Miles more than Asher? I was too tired.

"Okay. I'm Jasper," I said and continued to walk. Easton was speed walking while Kiel always stayed behind like he was watching my back. Why would he have to watch my back? Did Asher tell him to watch me? I could watch myself.

When I got to my dorm, Easton practically ran inside and left the door opened, leaving me behind with Kiel. I stared blankly at him. He was stared right back, and I instantly liked him. He didn't waver under my gaze, he didn't treat me like a punching bag, and he didn't drag me around like a rag doll.

"I know what you want to ask. Just ask," he said.

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"My eyes."

One eye was brown, and the other was green. They were just eye colors. There was nothing to ask. "Your eyes are nothing like the crying boy."

His blank facade started to fade, and they were replaced by shock. I guess he was hoping that I would ask him how he got two different eye colors, but it was none of my business, and it made him him. The shock started to disappear, and they were clouded by blank again. "If you didn't know Jasper, we're almost alike. Hopefully, you find what it is."

Then he walked away and left me in the hallway.

We're almost alike.

At first, I didn't know how we were alike, but I figured it out, and I hated it. I hated what they did.

All of them.

But I was too stubborn and too angry to care at the moment.

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Hey guys? Chapter eight is up! I will post up Kiel in a few minutes. Sorry, I didn't describe him as much but he will be introduced much more since he is one of the main characters.

Anyway who knew Miles would be such a dick? The next chapter will be up on Thursday or Friday!

P.S. If anyone is interested in BTS you would know that they have killed me. Same with got7 and Monsta x. I can't stand them.