Elija Grimes sleeps with everyone he bumps into and even finds himself in bed with his three 'straight' friends. His actions have enormous consequences and it's questionable whether those are good or bad.
(Standalone)
Written: May 2016 - Jan 2017
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~ Mikael ~
The fucking bastard... Elija not only slept with me, but with Seth and Gray, too? What the hell is wrong with him? And damn professor Tender for bringing it up, too.
I can't take it anymore. I stand up from my seat before Seth can stop me again and leave the lecture hall as quickly as possible. I can't stand sitting next to him. That fucking smug face of his. He betrayed me. My best friend betrayed me. In so many ways. And most of all, he didn't keep his promise. You'd think the promise he made to me weighs just a little more than our promise to professor Tender. That it happened doesn't have to mean we have to remember it happened. I was thoroughly prepared to completely forget about it.
But Elija told everyone anyway, all the people in the lecture hall, who'll be sure to tell everyone else, despite Professor Tender's request not to relay any of the things we talk about. And Elija went ahead and fucked our other friends as well. He seriously took Gray's virginity?! I don't even have words for that. It's absolutely unforgivable. Eli is a sex-craved idiot and Gray deserved much better than that for his first time. Elija probably thinks he did Gray a favor, the asshole.
I lean against the wall next to the door of the lecture hall and slide down it until my butt hits the floor, which only reminds me of my best friend's betrayal again when I feel the pain shooting up my spine. Weren't you supposed to properly prepare one's ass?! He only like, fondled me a bit or whatever. It hurts like hell.
In a wave of anger, I slam my fist on the floor beside me, ignoring the pain going through my arm. Damn you, Elija Grimes! Rövhål!
As I grumble and whine to myself, the door of the lecture hall opens and, in the corner of my eye, I see Elija coming out. I instantly scramble up from the floor and walk away without sparing him a single glance.
"Mikky?"
No.
I feel his hand landing on my shoulder, so I stop walking and clench my fists, shutting my eyes with a growl, trying to reign in my anger. Although, maybe I should just punch him in the fucking face.
"Mikky," he says again. "Please talk to me."
I turn around and face him with blazing eyes. He's just staring at me through those dark lashes of his, awaiting my response with a calm expression. No grin, no frown. Nothing.
"You're not even sorry," I realize.
"I don't regret anything I did."
"That is why I won't talk to you, Elija. Let me go." I remove his hand from my shoulder and walk away. Before I have gone even a few feet, though, I stop. There's something I need to do.
