How Far is Too Far? (boyxboy)

How Far is Too Far? ~ Chapter Ten ~

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WARNING: This chapter includes VERY depressing scenes... and a glimpse into the mind ofGabrial.

Picture is of Luke

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Gabrial's POV (OMG)

I felt my eyes widen and heat rush to my face as I realized what had happened.  Luke's ocean blue eyes were wide with shock, and his black hair was fanned out about him... he was beautiful.  "Luke."

"Gabrial," he stated, then looked to the side, his jaw clenched. "I thought I said we had to stop."

He hated me.  I could see the anger tainting his features, and I quickly climbed off the bed.  I reached for the mask that lay abandoned on the satin sheets, and stopped when he slapped my hand.  I looked down at him before I sighed.  "Look, I know what you said--"

"And you still can't keep your dick in your pants!" he shouted, springing up with anger brightening his eyes to an ice color.  "God, Gabrial, what the hell is wrong with us?!"

I opened my mouth to reply, and clamped it shut.  Us, he had said us.  That meant he had to like what  I was doing.  I looked to the side, letting my long brown hair hide my features.  I studied him from the corner of my eye.

He was looking down, his long lashes casting shadows on his pale cheeks.  His full mouth was pulled into a frown, and he was biting at the inside of his cheek.  His expression was a mix of anger and desperation.  "I'm sorry." he murmured.

I shook my head and spun on my heel, walking out the door.  I pretended not to hear his anguished cry.

"Gabe~"  A blond that I had met earlier crooned.  She was adjusting her top to show more of her cleavage, and I rolled my eyes.  Whore.

"Hey," I forced a smile.  "Becky, right?"

"Lindsay..." she said, frowning.

"Right, right.  Sorry."

She immediately clung to my arm, silently telling all the other girls that I was hers.  I stifled a snort of amusement, and looked down at her.  She was giggling and smiling up at me.  "Wanna get out of here?"

"I'm the designated driver," I lied.  I could feel the warm buzz of the shots I took with Luke burning through me.  "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, babe." she purred. "We can get a room or---"

"Listen, Samantha," I said, purposely ruining her name.  "I'm really not in the mood."  I watched as her face crumpled in disappointment and rolled my eyes.  I untangled my arm and stepped away, quickly replacing the mask that Luke had broken with a discarded one that was on the landing.  With a fake smile, I turned and walked through the crowd.

Synyster was leaning against one of the pillars, his eyes scanning the crowd for Luke, probably.  I growled lowly.  He wasn't going to lay one filthy hand on what was mine.  He spotted me and frowned, before he smirked.  "Looking for the dick that gave you an STD?  I thought I saw her--oops, him-- outside in the dumpster."

I stalked forward, easily towering over him.  I felt a sick satisfaction as he slumped a little bit.  "Fuck off Storm," I spat.

"No baby, I don't play that game with you." he snapped back.  "I will play it with your little brother, Luke."

Before I knew what was happening, my hand was around his throat, lifting him off the floor.  I pinned him against the wall, my hand tightening dangerously.  "Listen to me, you little prick," I snarled.  "If you lay one hand on Luke, I'll break every bone in your body and make sure that you feel every second."