THE SINK CREAKS IN PROTEST but dorian doesn't notice as he squeezes away on the edge. His fist white-hot around the ceramic and his red-hot with so many conflicting emotions. His breathing aggrandizes and his teeth turns to dust.
"Dorian, you have a visitor," Janet lilts across the room.
"I thought I told you I want to be left alone."
She looks away, legs together and her fingers fiddling with the dog ears of her clipboard. "I think this one is important. Right now, the Prices are with Doctor Ahmed, making arrangements and signing documents."
Before Dorian can process this piece of information, he walks in. In all his blonde bombshell glory.
No words are said between the two boys. Just silent eye-contact through the mirror. That's when Dorian realizes he has been balling his fists so deep, his fingers crack under the pressure.
"Dorian..." Gio's gruffy falsetto fills the atmosphere, concentrating it with even more tension, if that is even possible.
Dorian flashes a scornful smile. "Giovanni Price. Nice of you to finally join us, boyfriend." The last word is blunt but cutting.
"I--I--well, I'm sorry for visiting this late." Giovanni's eyebrows are folded together like he is trying to read a billboard a hundred metres away, like he can telepathically drop all his unsaid words into Dorian's head, like he is about to cry.
"I'm going to get gutted out like a cow tomorrow and probably become a vegetable for the rest of my life so you take a guess."
Gio gasps, his lips trembling. "This is my fault. This is my responsibility. I know it is, okay? If only I should have--"
"You should shut the fuck up, Giovanni!" Dorian screams, banging his fist into the door so hard, Gio jumps. Well there goes insurance and his bones. "You know," Dorian lets out a teary laugh. "I'm just realizing how corny your name sounds. Who names their kid Giovanni? This isn't a fucking Cosmopolitan issue."
"I'm sorry, okay? I never wished for this to happen; nobody did. Who would have known?" He shakes his head furiously. "Ugh, this is so wrong and unfair."
"Wanna know what is wrong amd unfair?" Dorian stomps toward the taller, menacing amd jabs his finger at his chest. "Taking advantage of me at my lowest. Having your way with me when I was high off my ass."
"I was so scared to tell you, Dorian. We were finally getting along and I was scared your impression about me would change. I'm sorry."
Something in Dorian snaps."Oh, we talkin' 'bout impressions now? You wanna know what I think of you now?" His body is on fire and he just wants to break something. He marches to the window, tapping the floor with the bare foot, his arks folded. "Arrogant and contemptuous; a spoilt, privileged white brat. A manipulative, disgusting rapist."
"What? Rapist?"
"Was that also why you helped me--point of correction, helped yourself cover the case? To wash your sins and compensate your guilt?"
"No, Dory. I truly care about you," Gio begs, almost lowering on one knee.
He is so down bad but Dorian decides that is where he deserves to be. Down and bad.
"Of course you do. After ruining the poor black boy's life, the only thing left to do is throw money at him. It solves every problem." Gio pauses before marching to the drawer beside the bed. He pulls out the brand new iPhone. "Just take this piece of shit, first. I can't bear to be near it."
Dorian jams the phone into Gio's chest with a little more force them he intended.
"Dorian please. Just think this through," Giovanni says, his voice quivering.
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Dla nastolatkówGirls have always been enough for Dorian Ayuba; until they weren't. Now, he is a hurricane in a box, all the while piggybacking scholarships, bills and his broken mother. Then there's rich, sickly Giovanni Price whose life expectancy is just as shor...
