"So, ummm, about yesterday?", I ran my hand through my hair, feeling like I am blushing like a twelve year old girl. For fucks sakes, Caspian, keep your chill.
Wilder raised a single eyebrow, not even looking at me: "What about it?"
"About, eh, what happened after the party", I took a big breath, and then I suddenly froze up. What if he was so drunk he doesn't remember?
The skinny guy looked at me with sarcastic amusement in his glance, a smirk curling up his lips slightly: "Yeah, so what?"
"I mean, I wanted to...", I started, not even knowing what I wanted to say. How come I am always the one that gets toyed with? Why am I the one sweating, shifting weight, scratching his head? Why is Wilder so dominant in his coldness?
"We hooked up, Cas", he took the cigarette to his lips and all traces of emotion faded from his expression, "There's nothing much to it"
I was left astounded at his dismissal of it, and he didn't even spare me another glance as he threw the remains of his cigarette to the ground and walked away. Wilder indeed is indifference and wildness come to life.
Such a baffling combination. I'm suffocating on him.
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Wilder
Teen FictionBeing entranced with a dangerous guy like Wilder was a mistake made by many, and Caspian knew that. The essence of a morose soul is intoxicating, and he got trapped in his spell. How can affection between two troubled boys work? How will their relat...
