"I hate you - so much Tripp."
More confusion because, once more, wasn't this a good thing?
"Why did you have to say that? What if," A little quieter, just above a whisper. "What if we mess up our friendship?"
"But what if we don't?"
"You don't know...
Warning: something possibly triggering???? Idk the exact name for it: coaxing?? English isn't my first language crii idk
Edited/Rewritten: April 10, 2021
I learned the word! It's Dubious Consent. During the actions performed in this chapter, Logan is drunk, which can be considered suspicious when consenting to intimate activities.
Please remember if one is drunk they CANNOT CONSENT. So, Trip is a bad guy, sorry.
If this triggers you then please do not read ! ! I will be adding an additional warning throughout the chapter to not risk it but, to be safe, just skip the chapter if you think it could possibly trigger you. :(( I care.
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Please be aware that this is not me supporting or condoning what occurs in this chapter. What happens will be brought up again and it will affect the characters in the story. Thank you
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Tripps POV
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Chapter Three: I Like You, Logan
Once we had finished eating our delicious hamburgers, we made our way up to my room. It wasn't uncommon, in the past four years my room had practically become Logan's sanctuary. A place where he felt safe, and a place that I would never get tired of seeing him in. Logan got some beers from the mini-fridge in the corner of my room, three to be exact, and they were all going to be for him. I had already grabbed one downstairs, the bottle weighing heavily on my thigh as the alcohol warmed my stomach.
It was hard to imagine but Logan had low alcohol tolerance, after one beer he was acting like a (stereotypical) sailor. Therefore, with the help of three, there was a low possibility that he would remember what happened tonight, what would happen in this room, tonight —
With me.
I am definitely going to hell.
I locked the door to my room, going over to my bed and resting against the wall, deciding to play some video games while Logan began drinking. It was endearing honestly, because when Logan got drunk he went into these ramblings about anything and everything. His grades, reports, teachers, girls, mother, — "And today when you didn't want to hang out!" He seethed, throwing me a nasty glare, "Wanted t' strangle you."
Endearing I tell you.
He continued on, changing his topic of the rambling. I smiled and nodded at his disagreements, agreeing every time he said 'am I right?' in an exasperated manner. It wasn't that he was wrong about all of his complaints, but I couldn't go against him even if I wanted to. He was just too cute for his own good.
