Samuel and Lucas, two boys from two different backgrounds.
One night they cross paths at a college party, and Samuel is instantly attracted to Lucas.
What happens when Lucas finally gives in and gives Samuel a chance?
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I woke up to the loud noises of a car horn being blown.
"Man what the fuck is going on?" I mumbled out, waking up from my groggy sleep.
I got up from my bed, walking towards me window, so I could see what all the commotion was about.
"Man not this bitch-fuck she doing here." I smacked, staring at Tiffany from where she stood outside.
Once she noticed me at the window, she signaled for whoever was in the car, to stop blowing the horn.
"Lucas-Lucas let me in please! I just wanna apologize, that's it." She yelled.
Maybe I should call the cops on this dumb bitch, then maybe she'll find a clue.
"Ion want you in my house-you can apologize from right there, and then you can leave." I said, irritation written all over my face.
She sighed loudly, frustrated with my stubbornness, before she spoke again.
"Just hear me out Lucas, allow me to explain myself-and if you're still mad I'll leave you alone forever." She pleaded, staring back at me with sad eyes.
The way I see it is-she comes in here and apologizes, but ion like it and she leaves me the fuck alone. That's a win win for me.
Once I finally made up my mind, I responded.
"I'll be down in a second-bitch." I mumbled the last part, and made my way downstairs to let her in.
As I opened the door, I was meant with the face of a wide smiling Tiffany.
"Hi Lucas-" She spoke quietly, waiting for my response.
I walked off, heading up towards my room.
And she followed behind me.
"You look good." She said, as we took the stairs one by one.
Crazy, because I don't feel good.
"I know." I said, mocking her words from weeks before.
We made it to my room, and I closed the door behind her.
"Lucas, baby-What the fuck happened in here? Is everything alright?" She asked, grabbing my wrist, and turning me to face her.
I chuckled, pulling my arm away, and went to sit on the edge of my bed.
She copied, stepping over the mess, making her way to sit next to me.
"I happened, I lashed out-and this was the result." I sighed, leaning back against the bedpost.
She looked around the room, before watching me with sad eyes.
