Dancing on Achilles Heels BxB (Staten Krown)

12

SANTANA

"FUCK!"

I can't believe I let myself slip with Matias. He is standing there basically glaring at me. His face seems like he won. The guy was never any good. He was always a fucking drug that I needed to kick. Not even moving down south could separate me from this guy. He did shit like this that made me think gay relationships were just a whole bunch of mess and drama. It was just a whole bunch of shit that I didn't want to deal with.

"If I can't have you...no one will," Matias tells me.

I want to fight him. I want to punch him in his face and knock him the hell out. I don't though. I just let him walk out of there and instead I just bang my head on the closest thing to me.

I walk out of that janitor's closet with this fucking sinking feeling. It's this feeling I can't put my finger on. It's a feeling that lets me know I fucked up something big in my life somehow. I don't know why this is important to me but I know it's a wrap.

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I spend the rest of the school day zoned the fuck out. I mean it wasn't like I was some great student, to begin with, but now I had something on my mind. I'm biting my lip trying to focus on what the fuck got me in this position in the first place. I'm almost like a zombie and I can't get the kid out of my head. And for the first time almost in my life, it's not Matias that I'm talking about. It isn't until school ends and I am rushing out of the class to see if I can find Desta at his locker that I realize so much has changed.

Before I would have been stressing over Matias. I wouldn't have been able to get him off my mind. Now I could care less about Matias.

Maybe I am not addicted to Matias anymore.

"I need to holla at you about Desta," a voice states.

I turn and see Prince. One of his many girlfriends was with him but I guess she knows better to get involved in one of his conversations because she walks her huge ass past us. I give a look to Prince. I couldn't stand this guy. He was all pretty boy Rico suave looking like some fake ass clone of August Alsina with twice the confidence. I know that he's bothered by the fact that I'm a guy who looks just as good as he does if not better but I don't have to be a dickhead to everyone I meet.

There is one person who he isn't a dickhead too. There is one person who he cares about. A lot.

"Yo, what happened in that closet is between us. If he wants to discuss it then I'm only talking about it with him?"

He gives me a weird look, "What happened in a closet?"

"You came to talk to me about something else?" I ask.

He looks irritated, "I came to tell you that Priscilla wants him to come back."

I notice how he doesn't straight up call Priscilla his mom. Maybe he wants to hide the fact that he is in love with his goddam adopted cousin. I caught onto him though.

"Why ain't you telling that to him yourself?"

"Cause he ain't' fuckin talking to me. He ain't talking to anyone in the family," he explains, "Hell he's not really talking to anyone period..."

"Besides me?"

"Yeah. I guess."

I can see the reluctance in Prince's voice to acknowledge that. Truthfully it made me kind of feel special that Desta was actually going out of his way to communicate with me. I was the one who he told he had gotten kicked out. He had stayed in my bed last night. All of those things start hitting me and it feels good to know that Desta actually trusts me.