TONY: Book 1 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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I lay on my bed, starring blankly at the ceiling as Morgan drones on and on and on about how Chelsea was toxic. I grunt responses when she asks questions, but she doesn't seem to mind, her mouth seems to be suffering from verbal diarrhoea as she just won't shut up, adding to my raging mind.

"...s o Chelsea's brother is an absolute dickhead and I think you're gay."

"Yeah," I grunt and my eyes widen into saucers as my disgruntled brain processes what I just 'yeah'd at. I jolt up and she smiles a small knowing smile, her hair plaited.

"I'm not gay!"I shout.

"Babe, I love you but please just talk to me," she sighs. "Do a Morgan and just pile everything onto me."

"There's nothing to pile," I claim. "I'm straight."

"Then how come you've never had a girlfriend?"

"I have," I bite. "I-I'm just focused on my studies."

"It's college, nobody is focusing on their studies. Tell me what's got you so shook then. Spill the tea sis."

"I-Uh," I clear my throat. "I got a hard on today."

"OH MY GOD!" She screams before giving me a deadpan look. "Who knew you had human functions."

"I-I may have got it from looking at Fabian."

She blinks, "So you're questioning?"

"I don't want to," I respond.

"Honey, listen, I think that it's important to realise that you may not be straight."

"I don't want to be gay," I whisper.

"Neither did I," She responds gently. "I just want you to think about it–"

"You think I haven't been thinking about it?" I snap, but instantly regret it. I sigh and run a sweaty palm over my even sweatier forehead, "Listen. I think you should go."

"Go?" She asks offended.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I've just got a lot on my mind."

She rolls her eyes but gets up, "Fine. I'll go, but you better know you're not by yourself in this world. I love you, Nate loves you and your mom loves you. We don't care about whether you like girls, boys or other."

I remain silent as she storms out and a lump in my throat forms and slowly grows. My eyes prick with tears and I groan, rolling over in my bed with disappointment. After ten minutes of ignoring my emotions and calming down my tears, my door bursts open to Nate grunting with a girl squealing. He picks her up, she wraps her legs around his waste before he kicks the door shut and dumps her on the bed. He winks at me and takes off his shirt, his lean but muscled body looks at me tauntingly and I have to force myself to look away. My cheeks blush red and I feel myself get excited again- overwhelmed and confused, I jump up and tug on a hoodie, grab my phone and keys before sprinting out of my room. I barrel down the hallway, bumping into some students on my way, however I don't pay them any mind. All I need is a breath of fresh air.

Launching myself out of the elevator, I leave the college and sprint down the path, through the park and eventually off campus until I'm on the streets with tall buildings looking down at me, judging me, laughing at me. The skies eventually darken as I numbly walk around, not looking at anyone, just staying in my head and thinking.

It's a scary thing to be questioning your sexuality.

Everything you deemed as normal changes as you begin to think: what would it be like with a man? No, stop it. I don't want to be with a man. Women are beautiful and perfect for men like me- a guy and a woman. I try to picture the perfect girlfriend but I can't, I can't think of any girl I'd want to be with. A strong girl perhaps? With arms and... breasts? I sigh and kick an empty can of beer down an alley, only when I hear a sudden gasp do I look up.

My eyes widen and I step backwards, raising my hands up in apology, only when I realise that the couple happen to be two men do I freeze. I gulp as a skinny man with bleach blonde hair sighs and rolls his eyes, wiping his lips as he stands on his feet, "You just had to ruin it for my client, didntcha?" He turns to his client and puts out a hand,
"Fifty."

The man in the shadows pulls out a fifty note before zipping his trousers and pushing off from the wall. As the light pours down on him, I feel my heart skip a beat as my whole world darkens around him. Even in the darkness of the night, he seemed to glow. The aura of confidence and pure sexual frustration cursed around him and it made me h- NO! Fuck. The whole questioning thing isn't as fun as people make it out to me be. Thick black hair greased back and in the stereotypical quiff; olive tan skin gleamed under the street lamps. Eyes darker than charcoal; eyes that help pain and that could inflict it. The black dress suit he was wearing showed his ripped frame, he was easy 6'0 and to be fair, as a 5'9 guy it was terrifying, and slightly eroti- why am I so aware of all of these thoughts all of a sudden!? His shoes and watch are very expensive, probably more expensive than my entire wardrobe. "I-I'm so so sorry!" I babbled, why is he effecting me so much? Strangely I want his approval, whilst at the same time I just want to hide underneath a rock and stay there.

The prostitute brushes past me, smelling of cheap perfume and perspiration. He winks as he passes me, tucking the fifty into his leather vest, his legs clad in booty shorts and fishnet tights. Smirking slightly, he rounds the corner and leaves me standing there, gaping like a fish.

The God-like man looks me up and down, his lips set in a thin line as he takes in my appearance. He sighs and shakes his head, turning on his heel and walks down the alley. The darkness takes him in, causing the hunk to disappear.

To disappear and leave me in awe.