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Jeremy
I don’t know when it started..this unwanted desire towards two forbidden territories.
When that shit eating grin became loveable instead of annoying.
When that polite atmosphere became heavy.
When punching him started seeming wrong.
When that small smiles became something to cherish.
I swear I was fine just a months ago. I did not think about them at all. I am blaming it all on that sinuous dream I had that made me feel like a horny teenager again jumping on anything that gave me thrill, and thrill could not explain that dream.. it was everything wrong and right at the same time. I wasn’t able to focus on anything all day cause those two keep sneaking in my mind.
Even Ilya asked if I was alright, which only meant I looked fucking disheveled. Niko came too and I wasn’t able to look at him in the eyes, I was too ashamed. Thank fucking god he did not push too much and went, probably noticing I need space and Niko does not do space.
That day I promised myself I wont be ever doing to satisfy this craving cause this is outright crazy. I don’t do this kind of crazy. I won’t sacrifice years of friendship for something that will go away in a week….thats what i told myself a month ago.
When this weird obsession with them did not go away in a week I thought it was because I had a type of beautiful blue eyes and pretty caramel brown hairs..was I wrong? Yes.
I slept with someone who looks like them breaking my oath of straightness. I left halfway cause it was all too unsatisfactory. Boring. Mindless. I thought I was healed and was I again wrong? Yes.
………..
I have a fight with Landon today later in the day. And all I can think of is ways to destroy him in all the methods that does not include fists.
I reach the club in my bike to end this limerence all for once. I am going to beat him until he is too ugly to be even called beautiful again
I was confident when I got in the locker room , when Kill patted me in the back for good luck and when I got inside the ring.
I was confident until I came face to face with Landon. “Ready to get your brains bashed out?” Landon sneered like he owned the club and me with it. Maybe he did.
“You wish.”
The moment the fight began he pounced on me, punching me where he could reach and the best I could do was defence.
Oh god, why the fuck does he smell so good.
The moment I got the first hit on him I paused and that was a friking mistake cause Landon does not wait. He came with double the force and I was down.
He kept hitting me again and again….god his eyes are such a light blue.
His lips have such a pink colour. How would it feel to touch it..?
I rub my thumb on his lower full lips until he punches me again and I wake up from whatever hypnosis I was in. Never been more grateful for a punch.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” He grits out as he gets pushed away by a bunch of guys.
Only after I had an ice pack on my bruised face I realised that i was getting punched for a lot of time and I was taking it like a wimp.
My reputation is going down the drain since this started.
………….
The day cannot go any worse since that. All I want to do is drink vodka while relaxing in my room and that’s exactly why I am heading to the Heathens mansion.
As soon as I open the door I came across the other person who is been on my mind. Fuck, at this point I think someone is playing with me.
Brandon is leaning against the door in all his glory. He really looks like a fucking prince unlike his unruly brother.
Bran is different from Landon but also unfairly hot like his brother. He is beautiful in a way you can not stop staring at him. And I totally should not be thinking so much about my best friend’s boyfriend.
He is engrossed in his phone and his eyebrows were pinched in concentration. Cute…never mind I take that back. I am pretty sure he hasn’t noticed me yet. I get inside the house and my shoes hitting the ground weirdly made a loud voice. Bran looks at me and I look at him back. Our eyes meeting each-other.
“Woah, you look horrible.” He smiles at me but I can see a tiny spark of concern in it…or am I just delusional. Probably the later.
“ Yeah…rough night.”
I should go now.
I should go now.
I should go now.
I should go now.
“Who were you texting… it seemed tensed.”
He look’s surprised by the follow up and trust me so am I.
“Uhh..something Glyn was telling me. “
“Thats great, its good to have atleast one of your siblings that you are closed with.”
He frowns at that and I just have realised that the sentence seems a bit off putting.
“I am close with Lan too.”
“ Yeah of course I don’t mean it like that.” I hope I don’t sound flustered cause I fucking am. God…I am pretty sure I no longer belong in the Bratva.
“He might seem like the worse but he is soft inside” He smiles at me and I instinctively smile back.
Thats highly doubtful. But I am glad I am not the only person who is delusional in this room.
“However… who did this work on you.” He extends our conversation and …..why am I happy about it.
“Yeah this masterpiece of a work belongs to a brother who might seem worse but is soft inside.”
Bran chuckles and I store the sound somewhere deep inside me.
“Jesus Christ…I can’t believe he lied to me. He told me he would be holed inside his art room and I should not call him because I might break his flow. He is such a liar.”
I am considering this a little revenge on Landon . I smile wide which is again weird but I can’t help it.
“You should treat yourself, or else this will get worse.” He looks at me softly and I feel uneasy. My heart is doing irregular jumps which I do not like.
“Yea—“
“My two favourite people.” Niko jumps in the conversation smiling widely. “Actually my most favourite person and..” he looks at me,” my 5 th most fav person.”
“What a honour.” I roll my eyes. God why did I sound so bitter.
I need to get out of here.
“Bye-“ I see Bran kissing Niko while they look at eachother at the most fondest of expressions and it breaks something inside of me.
Another reminder why I do not belong here.