An innocent childhood friend that hides his intensely possessive tendencies and his equally unstable older brother with no sense of boundaries.
Dominic and Jake Truven are both troubled teens that have their sights set on their family friend, Nicol...
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--Nicolette--
By the time I reached my dorms that night, the energy had been drained from my body. Screw going to the gym - I was about to drop dead any second! I thought it couldn't get any worse with that mysterious prankster still tormenting my everyday life alongside Michelle's friends, but then Miyuki just had to unload onto me all that shit about Lucas and Jason spying on me and plotting something behind everyone's backs!
Goddamn it! I'll have to hunt down that Joseph Kempt about my proposition. He's been pretty slick this last week with avoiding me but I won't let that happen for any longer!
Fuck, I'm so exhausted!
My new bag was dumped straight onto the ground as soon as I entered and my leather school shoes soon followed. I wanted to hit my bed like a sack of bricks and pass out forever. This was too much mental stress!
The only thing I have to look forward to is sitting with Dominic tomorrow. I won't let this chance pass! He even reached out to me first! I'll definitely rekindle our friendship and move past whatever happened that night at the party! Then everything can go back to normal.
Dino was lazing around on the couch when I trudged into the living room, sprawled out like a dead animal as well. Out of habit, I didn't think twice to plummet towards the couch and crash right on top of him, ready to drift off in his warmth. But the subsequent yelp of pain upon contact snapped me wide awake like a light. On reflex, I sprung back onto my feet, bulging my eyes out of their sockets in concern.
"Dino?! Are you alright?! What's wrong?!" I peppered, stressed, whilst simultaneously scanning his body and backing away to give him some space. Dino groaned in mellow ache as he tenderly placed a hand on his torso and gingerly managed himself upright. Instinctively, I jumped to support his back with my hand, easing him up. What the hell happened?! His face twisted in suppressed discomfort at the movement and I made a move to lift up his shirt. A frightened gasp left my lips when I spotted the bandaging curling around his abdomen, stained with a blotch of blood over his right side. Stab wound - I recognised it immediately. It was common for the gangsters and thugs I surrounded myself with every day after all. Of course, although I hated seeing those I care about, suffer such wounds, I knew it was inevitable. My face drained pale. And, I just body slammed into that a second ago! "I'm sorry! I didn't know!" I cried out, frantically, slapping myself mentally.
Dino strained out a chuckle and lightly pushed on the wound, taking the pain with a bite to his lower lip. The injury blossomed with a new pulsation of blood, causing me to cringe in concern. Just how fresh was it?! "It's only a small stab wound. It'll heal," he dismissed, forcing his high spirits. Small droplets of sweat beaded at his forehead, indicating to me that he was in a lot of pain. I noticed some bruises crawling across his torso as well. Did he get in a conflict today? If that's the case, then why was he still here?! He should be at home, resting and healing!
