the only solution to hide the
tainted history of blood & knives
beneath the sheets was to play cupid.
little did they know that
the more they try to hide
the more the secrets tend to spill.
* * *
2019
OFF WITH HIS HEAD
DURGA SO...
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IV. 50 SHADES OF CAGE ORION
Instead of waiting for any of them in the cafe, I decided to go to my room. I would miss a couple of lessons but having a pain in the ass, egocentric manic following me around and not to mention, Uriah, I'd rather stay in and sleep.
Also Uriah has to get his binge watching in check, or all of my things are going to be drowning in his drool.
As soon as I opened the door, I tossed my bag onto the ground and jumped onto my bed.
My phone stabbed my stomach as I land and I groaned in pain. I wriggled my hand in between my stomach and the mattress and pushed the phone to the other side.
When I heard myself breathing loudly, being out of breath, I felt the gods of sports were starring at me disapprovingly.
I pushed myself up the bed and towards the hole on the wall and out of curiosity, looked through it. For a guy who doesn't give any fucks, he sure is a neat freak. Well, it's either that or he hired somebody to clean the mess he made because damn, I could literally see a cartooned sparkle shining around his room.
On his bed his blankets were neatly folded and nothing was out of place or wrinkly, except a crushed paper ball laying on the side of his trashcan. Well somebody's not good in basketball. I snickered.
A tuxedo hanging on the side of his closet caught my eye. Oh I see Mr Onion's trying to experiment the classier side of things. Good to know he's putting in a little effort for his next conquest.
I got bored snooping and decided to scroll through Instagram. Just as I was about to refresh the page, a post pops up, 'King Pastore, who that?' with that caption accompanied by one of Cage's teammates, Benjamin Kingsley, edited with a crown made out of dicks, on the top of his head.
How many braincells did I lose to convince me that following these people was a great idea?
I continued scrolling through until I felt my eyelids dropping. I threw my phone aside and close my eyes letting sleep take over.
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"—I don't think she's dead, I mean who knows? This is a pig we're talking about." I heard a deep voice talking as I start to gain consciousness. Suddenly I felt a finger lingering right above my lip and below my nose. What the fuck? My eyelids shot up to see a hand intruding my space. And, I don't know why, but maybe because of my survival instincts, I bit down on the finger, hard.
"—ya allah! Damn it! Fuck!" The hand retreated back through the hole and into his room. Just as I was about to go back to sleep, I was greeted with a furious looking Cage, his left eyebrow raised and was exhaling through his nose loudly. There was a mumble through the speakers of his phone and he mouthed the words, 'I'll deal with you later.' and continued to talk on his phone.
