Adrian broke away from Delphine, feeling dizzy and gasping for breath. He gulped, looking around. He'd thought it would help with the pain but it only made it worse; he needed to go before it was too late, he needed to talk to Bailey.
“Adrian!” he heard Tristan call.
Oh thank God, he smiled apologetically to Delphine, “Sorry, gotta go.” he quickly stood up and followed the sound of Tristan's voice until he found him.
“Hey what's up?” he asked.
“Bailey, he came in looking for you and then ran out.” Tristan said.
“Okay, so he needs air, he'll be back.” Adrian said nonchalantly. He wasn't worried about him for some reason, talking to him could wait. If anything, he himself needed to be alone, “And I'm gonna go to our room, tell him I'm there when he comes back, yeah? Then we'll have a serious conversation about what happened.”
He started walking out of the hall, a headache beginning to annoy him.
“Wait, Adrian!” Tristan said, and Adrian turned around, “I don't think you should believe Tyson in this one. I think the audio was forged.”
Adrian let out an exasperated sigh, “Tristan, how can you fake that? It's alright, maybe it wasn't his fault, we know he has a sex problem.”
“Excuse me?!” Tristan exclaimed, getting angry, “A sex problem? Who do you think you are?? That's not something you say about your boyfriend!”
“Look, Tristan, I don't even know if he's my boyfriend anymore or not. And you know it's true, don't deny it.” he said, moving further out, the doors to the hall closing behind them.
“He has been so good to you, so patient, controlling himself so well, waiting for you to make the move and actually do it for so long.” Tristan said, “You can't disrespect that. He thought you wanted to take it slowly and so he made himself deal with it and he was doing bloody well. If you think he has a fucking “sex problem” maybe it should be your duty as his boyfriend to satisfy that then, huh? You know what, if he did actually sleep with Peter then you deserve it for making him wait until it was so agonizing that he needed to go behind your back. But I know Bailey. I know he would never do that. And just the fact that you believe he would makes me question you.”
Adrian stood near the stairs, staring at Tristan in shock, watching as he huffed and stormed away, back into the hall.
“Oh jeez.” he said, rubbing the back of his head. He couldn't argue with any of what Tristan said. He didn't know that Bailey had wanted to do it that badly, he presumed he would tell him but why would he? Wouldn't he have thoughtb it would be just as bad as Adrian had thought it would be to say he wanted to? Tristan was right, it was his duty, he should've known that Bailey would want it, need it, “You're so fucking dumb” he mumbled at himself and went up the stairs taking them two at a time. When Bailey came back he would apologize, he would sort things out, he would make things right.
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B
ailey walked until he found it; he knew he'd seen it nearby. He stopped in front of the gay bar and pulled out his fake ID and showed it to the bouncer who eyed him suspiciously but then sighed, letting him in, muttering something about high school kids.
He sat at the bar and ordered the most intoxicating looking drink he could see. He had a few before the bar tender gave him a drink he hadn't ordered. When he looking at him questioningly, he indicated the guy sitting near him, smirking.
“It's on him.” he said simply.
Bailey's mouth opened slightly in wonder and he raised his glass at the guy as way of saying thank you. He thought this stuff only happened in movies. Apparently, the guy took that encouragingly and came to talk to him.
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Habits Of My Heart
Teen Fiction[INCOMPLETE, SLOW UPDATES] After the death of his mother, Bailey was pulled out of school and forced by his father to work as a prostitute, so that his father had enough money to handle finances. After his father is killed, his life is turned upsid...
