♧My Crazy Love Triangle《A Breezy and Auggy Love Story》♡

Chapter 5: I feel Sick

August

The bottle of whiskey sat tightly perched in my hand as I slowly took another swig. The couch felt hard, but I just shrugged my shoulders and slugged into it deeper, wishing it would just swallow me up as a whole.

My phone started to vibrate against the plush red leather pillows of the couch, and I groaned involuntarily before picking it up and sliding the button across to answer it.

"Hello ?"

The voice sounded familiar, and I blinked a couple times before sitting up and setting my whiskey on the golden brown wooden coffee table, where my versace glasses sat.

"Hey, August."

"You ? What do you want ? How did you even get my number ?"

"Everybody has ways August. I just wanted to talk to you about something for a while."

I frowned, his dark voice put me on edge, but I was feeling like shit and didn't have anything else better to do, so why not hear him out for a quick minute ?

"You have 5 minutes, go."

There was a slight pause, and he took a deep breathe as if he was unsure about something.

"Alright, you like Chris, don't you ?"

I widened my eyes as my stomach dropped, causing me to feel sick. How did anybody know about me and Chris ?

"How do you know about me and Chris ? I haven't eve-"

"I have my sources August. Now I'll ask again, do you want Chris ?"

It wasn't an answer that I could just easily spit out. It was no lie that Chris was a very attractive and handsome youngin', and I was all over people who had attractive looks, with a beautiful body to match.

But did I really want Chris ?

"You're running up my five minutes with your lack of response, August."

"I don't know if I want Christopher more than in just a sexual way."

"...Very well. I'll give you 2 days to think on it, call this exact number back when your mind has reached a prominent decision."

There was a slight chuckle in his voice, but then he hung up. I rolled my eyes, but tentatively bit on my lip as I threw my iPhone across the room.

How did he have the right to call me and ask me questions on my damn personal life ? It was never like he ever wanted to be in it.

I sighed again and picked up the bottle of whiskey.

I hated Whiskey.

It was bitter and it made my throat burn like hell when I swallowed it. But it's all I've ever let myself drink. It's been my bestfriend since I was 19.

Whatever feeling caused me to be like this, I hope it changes soon.

Trey

I felt bad. No, bad is an understatement for what I'm feeling. I felt terrible.

After my episode with Nayvadius, I left as quick as I could.

The worst part about it was that Chris was sitting on the couch, with his arms crossed waiting on me to come home.

At first, I felt angry, beyond angry. How could he have been upset with me when he cheated on me ? He didn't even fucking show up to my concert.

"How was your concert Tremaine ?"

His voice was smooth, but it was dangerous. I knew a livid argument was trying to break through the surface.

"It was great. I was surprised to see you weren't there."

Fine, if Chris wants to play, two of us can.

I slid my shirt over my head purposely, making sure I let Chris see every hickey that Nayvadius left. I walked into our shared bedroom and pulled out a pair of white shorts and a wife beater.

"You go out for a concert and come back fucking around with some nigga? Didn't you just get on my back about fucking August ?"

He got up and slightly towered above me, but I just simply rolled my eyes and walked towards the bathroom. Chris grabbed my wrist, hard, amd turned me back around to face his angry red face.

"I'm so sick of this Tremaine, you ain't shit but a fucking hyprocrite AND I'M TIRED OF IT."

I snatched out of his grip and shook my head as my heart rate increased.

"Christopher, how dare you try to pin this shit on me like you ain't the reason we're not happy ?"

He was about to open his mouth to object my statement, but I quickly shook my head, signaling that I had oh so much more to say to his sorry ass.

"Man you triphiling Chris. You lie about everything ! Every damn night it was a different nigga, SOMETIMES EVEN A DIFFERENT BITCH. EVERY NIGHT YOU HAD SOMEONE RUIN OUR HAPPY HOME CHRIS! TELL ME, AM I REALLY THE FUCKING HYPROCRITE ?"

"Tre-"

"Just go Chris..just go.."

I walked into the bathroom and slammed it shut behind myself as I slid down the door slowly.

It hurt, it hurt because I loved Chris so much. But I don't know how much longer I could keep this up.

When will he ever love me, amd only me ?

Don't I deserve that much ?

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