Can't Help Falling In Love With You (BxB)

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(A/N: Silas again ↑)

Few Days Earlier

Evening sun, the light warmed up the skin of my arms. Not that bad...

"Your date's tonight, right?" I ask my brother, Layla. Yes, that's his name.

"Yes, it is." He said. "How's your girlfriend? I haven't seen her in a while?" If he hasn't had admitted that he's just concern over me, I'll probably think that he's venting towards my girlfriend after every failed relationships I had. Plus the fact that he thinks she's very hot.

"She's having a dick on her mouth right now." I sighed, giving my brother a hint of fed up state. "Don't bother yourself, I know what I'm doing. Plus, I'm breaking up with her tonight." Nonchalance grave in my tone, as I stir, talking with a smile.

That's right, my girlfriend — Celestine — a big slut for a giant cock. I better have known it in the first place, even though it's obvious. Now I regretted all of it... I regretted seeing her behind a door, sucking a black dude's face with her legs hanging on the guy's waist last night at her house. I'm not saying that she cheated because I have a small one, but yes, she did, and I don't have a small one.

"I remember YOU — telling me that she just begged for another chance, days ago, right? What's the matter? Did she do anything again?" Layla inquired, ravenous for an answer.

"Stop being ridiculous. If you're still heels over head to her, then go with it. Let's see what happens next." Come on, even my brother's starving for that boobs? Gross.

"I will," Layla taunted with a smirk. Though I just shrug, equivalent to my blunt replies, as I rested my legs atop the side bleachers.

I was about to go fall asleep after Layla disappears but was interrupted by distinct but loud chatters around a random shelf inside this room. "You lost it?! That costs half of a million!" Hissed a rough yet deep voice, certainly a man.

"B-but... I swear I put it there." Another man replied. So I sneaked a peek under the curtain where I was hiding.

"Hear me." Whom has the deepest voice growled under his breath, "If I won't get the money after two days... Two days! I'll fucking break your bones."

Meanwhile, the boy beneath the hanging curtains. Which was me, started heaving so fast. I know this is something confidential,  and my heart's been hammering inside my chest, my eyes were in total wideout; they also can't be that easy to rip my gaze off.

"Please, Brion... I re-really don't have any money to p-pay you..." Cried the smaller boy.

"You have no choice, you handled it, you lost it and now you'll excuse your pathetic life?! How dare you?!" Darn, I hate someone for being angry. The guy named Brion balled his right palm, then hastily lands it to the other's face.

I started panicking even more, and I am thinking where the hell's the librarian?! She must see this because I can't let the poor guy get beaten by a guy twice his size.

Why don't you do it yourself?

My alter ego mocked.

You are weak.

I think it's not just an alter ego, maybe it's my consciousness talking to me. The sounds of thumps and cries rung that echoed from the distance.

I get it; you weren't weak; you are a deplorable sucked up chicken.

Beat the guy.

The whispers continued until... "Hey!" I conjured with my best tone.

I was just kidding!