"And as I looked down at the sleeping body beside me... My chest started to feel all fuzzy. I reached down, pushing back a lock of his messy, crazy pitch black hair. I let my fingers linger and traced them down his sharp jaw, to the curve of his chin and I ran my thumb over those parted rosy, plump lips. His wild eyes were closed and in the low light, his long lashes left shadows on his cheekbones. The typical smell of roses and cigarettes wafted off of him but once again, I found it... comfortable. His strong arms gripped me tighter and as light of a sleeper as Abel was, I was afraid to move thinking that I would wake him up and lose out on this rare sight of a calm Abel. I stared down at him and all that I could do was smile and think, how could anyone ever call this adorable dork a monster?"
Riley Love is moving. That's right, you've heard it here first, folks. The golden boy, who everyone loves, adores, and aspires to be is moving in a couple of weeks. Honestly? He's not happy about it. His whole life is here! He's worked his whole life to get great grades, do great in sports, and get into his dream college, which happens to be thirty minutes outside of his home town. But there's nothing that Riley can do to stop the move; he can only live it up while he's still here.
That's where Abel Mitchell comes into play.
Abel is a hotheaded, stubborn, troublemaker with a bit of a wild side. Feared by all except his trusty sidekick, Kala, Abel tends to stick to himself and live life however he wants while everyone else ignores him in order to keep from making him angry. Judged based on how he looks, dresses, and where he lives, only one person other than Kala can see Abel's soft side.
***WARNING WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS BOYXBOY GAY SEX*** ***IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN BE A BABE AND GET OFF MY PAGE***
This is once again going to be a fairly short story, not sure how short yet, much like one of my other books, The Fear of Falling Apart, which is only sixteen chapters!
Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it!
And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks.
I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High.
I am so unbelievably fucked.
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17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it.
That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead.
*WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!!
Started: January 21st 2020