[BxB]
Aiden never thought he would fall for a boy, no less, his best friend. But an accidental truth or dare kiss changes a lot more than he thought ever possible, leading down a road filled with confusion, heartbreak, and most of all, love.
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"Oh, fuck you!" I called out, my hand waving up and almost knocking the cup right out of some stranger's hands. They shot me a dirty look, but my eyes were focused on someone else in the crowd, laughing as he pushed through people, leaving me behind.
Stupid, fucking, Luke.
I wouldn't have even been at the party that day if he hadn't forced me to come. I would've stayed at home, baking with my sister, but no, Mr. Cool thought this would be a good idea. Called me boring and lame and insisted that as his best friend, it would be embarrassing if I didn't come to his own party. Instead of a sugar cookie, I now had a red solo cup in my hand, the plastic crinkling when I made a fist.
Did Luke throw a solid rager? Yes. Did I need a pick-me-up after moping around this entire week? Also yes. Did I need to pull myself together and accept that Elena didn't want me anymore? Most definitely, absolutely, yes. Ok, so from his point of view, the party was pretty much necessary.
Break-ups aren't easy. It's harder when you get dumped, and even worse when it may have been justified. But Elena, she was just...she was meant for someone else, and I think we both knew that. We hadn't spend much time together these past few months, and when we did, we argued. Over homework, over time, over sports, over everything.
She thought I wasn't serious enough about school. She hated that I didn't get along with her friends. She thought I spent too much time with my friends. Elena had many thoughts, and then refused to listen to mine. When we'd gotten into a relationship last year though, I'd already known how this would end.
She was too good for me. Ivy-league bound, gorgeous, popular, and sweet. Practically no flaws. And why would someone so perfect want to stay with me?
Loud music pounded through my head, and I kept walking, resolving to find a quieter area. I pushed my way through the crowd with a new vigor, making my way over to the kitchen, where I unsurprisingly found Luke and the rest of my friends.
He was sitting on the plain white countertop, laughing at something Kenji had said, food filled to the brim of the bowl in his hand. I smirked to myself at the sight of crumbs on his cheek and the front of his shirt. The hanging lightbulbs from the kitchen counter were barely a few inches from the top of his hair, and they swayed as he threw his head back to laugh. My eyes followed the rhythmic motion of the glass, and I quirked an eyebrow when Luke caught my gaze, grinning wildly.
He looked wasted. I walked over in the middle of Rishi's story, and they all barely spared me a glance, entranced in his words. I leaned across the counter and grabbed a handful of chips from Luke's bowl, ignoring the hand he batted my way. As Rishi droned on and on about who the fuck knows what, I reached over for more chips time and time again, until it seemed that Luke had finally had enough.
