A boy, a student, a baseball player, a provocateur, a shop-lifter, a kleptomaniac.. all words Matt would use to describe Aiden Harper.
Due to unfortunate circumstances, Matthew Cooper, a junior football athlete and proficient troublemaker, is forced to open his home to Aiden Harper, somewhat of a popular kid from a much fancier school, but even so, he still comes with just as much trouble.
Thanks to their fathers' arrangement, Matt must learn to share his space with another. But can he ever get used to the presence of someone so unusual like Aiden?
What Matt doesn't realize yet is that Aiden Harper comes with his own story, hidden intentions, and a quiet thirst for revenge.
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Matt's face was reddening every moment that passed. He clicked his tongue, "Had I known we'd be welcoming in a thief into our home in the first place, I would've beat the shit out of you in that damned waiting room."
Aiden lifted his head, locking eyes with Matt's dark, unflinching stare. "I'm not a damn thief," he snapped, his tone biting. He shoved Matt back, his stare as cold as his. "Don't act like you're any better. We both ended up in that same place after all."
⚠️ This story may contain themes of:
- Violence
- Blood
- Mental Disorders
- Homophobia
- Intimacy
Once Caleb reached the bottom of the stairs he quietly opened the door and tiredly switched on the light "Jayden it isn't morning yet buddy you need to-" he froze in place staring at a man he didn't know standing in his living room.
The man stared back at him like a deer in the headlights, he looked a few years older than Caleb, had stubble growing around his face, dark brown greasy hair that wasn't styled in any particular way and was wearing full black aside from the muddy navy blue trainers he was sporting.
"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" Caleb demanded in a hushed whisper, he also noticed the black backpack the stranger was carrying and the open living room window he'd clearly used to gain entry, the vase that was previously rested on the windowsill lay in pieces on the ground, that must've been the crash that had awoken Caleb from his tranquil slumber.
"Just a passerby, no one much" the strange man whispered back an air of mystery hanging about his every word.
"Inside my living room?" Caleb replied folding his arms and sizing the man up, after his beating earlier in the evening he wasn't exactly fighting fit, the intruder was also taller and muscly, there's no way Caleb would win if it came to a fight.
"Consider me Santa Claus alright? Now go back to bed kid" the man answered calmly pointing at the door as if Caleb was a child.
"I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm 18. Santa isn't real" Caleb responded harshly taking a step forward, the man noticeably took a step towards the window eyeing Caleb up with a smirk.
TWs (these will not be appearing at the top of chapters so take this as your final warning)
Abuse
Self Harm
Smut
Rape
Homophobia
Themes of Suicide
Murder
Mentions of Disordered Eating
This story is not promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people.