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

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New fuck buddy, Silas. A diamond in a rough. Handsome, cute, yet dumb but fuckable as ever.

I smile ignorantly off myself, "You looked satisfied. And I'm afraid that you'll dump him again, he's surely a nice catch for you." He's Connor, he knew about my whole life, how I live with sex, how I stuff my parents with the money I'm bringing.

"Everybody's a nice catch, they're just a material for my sex apetite.  And Silas' one of those fish with a special seat." I deflated.

"How about some relationship?"

"I thought we had already discussed ab-"

"Yes, I know... But being like that forever is weird. There's a lot of good girls out there, and many of them were probably into you." Well, he's right about that. Though I'm kinda stressed. "Um, hey... Next Friday, I'm throwing a pool party."

"That's good." I immediately respond, after catching Silas spoke with somebody taller than him.

It's not just somebody, well it is but significant. Tall, dark and handsome; Marcello. I don't like him, probably my friends too. "Is Marcello an Electrical Engineering student?" I called out.

"Yes, he's, and I wonder why — does a Sociology student like Silas was as close as glue guns with that man." Connor pressed up, making an odd disgustful face.

More than like that; from my own view, Marcello is just a nobody whenever I'm around. I just knew him as one of those bastards who sucked up things and regret it after they found out I was the one they're trying to fool. I stand on my heels, prepping my own reflexes as I readied on the ground. Time to have fun, baby.

The referee started counting on his voice followed by whistles he blow on. "Three!" I hunch my back for a greater position. "Two!" Even my biceps made these bitches beside where I put my bag scream with eagerness. That's an exaggeration if I were to think further. "One!" My legs both launch on the laps, before I run faster than usual.

There are seven more competitors sprinting with me inside the oblong. First to have a three laps win the game. I inhale more oxygen to fill my lungs under the control of my own pride. It's giving me more chance of winning in times I use my brain.

I was the first to have a first lap, then behind me; running with swiftness, Jacob tried excelling my line. But I'm confident he will never going to defeat me. However, when I was about to reach my second laps around... Someone tug my shirt harshly, then release it. Causing some shockwaves that terrorize the equilibrium of my foot, though I still manage to recover my posture but that when I realize I was left last on the line. "Fuck?!"

Later on that match, my friends started teasing me about the laps. "First time to lose?" Lionel... Oh, this man was a friend of Silas. Why's he in the lockers?

"You are friends with Silas, right?" I questioned.

"Were. Past tense. But I'm still trying to befriends with him again, I can't lose another good person in my life." I hear him reply, while I'm on the work of my bath. "You? I saw you guys getting together? I thought you hate his guts?"

"You don't know much anything about me, so cut it." I simply said, hoping on the tiled cubicle before turning the shower on. "And if you're leaving? Can you pass me my towel for a while?"

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"Why the hell are you here?" Silas cracked confusedly. Hand's on the air, and right eyebrow stuffed up.