I think there's only going to be a few more chapters.

Probably like five or six.

I'm not sure though, so don't hold me to that.

Either way, I have the ending planned >:3 *evil hand rub* be prepared.

- Nico_Solace

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=Hazel=

My brother is an idiot.

Things at home have been beyond awkward because he's such an idiot ass.

He had been bringing guy after guy home since Will broke up with him and that's doing absolutely nothing to improve the mood around the house.

We finally got the guest room cleaned out so it's usable and Will moved in there a few days ago. He's been moping about completely miserable.

Nico at least has some respect left for Will, maybe; he waits until Will has shut himself away for the night or gone out to bring someone over.

Frankly, I'm getting sick of them. Especially Nico and his 'coping mechanism'. God he's disgusting.

The walls are a lot thinner than he thinks.

My annoyance with Nico is actually what leads me to do the single most disturbing thing I've ever done in my life:

I'm sitting on my bed, Skype calling Frank, when Nico gets home. Will had been spending a lot of time out with Lou, Cecil, and Leo lately, trying to get away from the house as often as he could.

You see, lately, when Nico gets in he makes as much noise as possible - especially if someone is with him. It's his way of letting me know he's home without actually announcing or asking me if I'm there too.

I hear him when the front door slams closed a lot harder than it usually does. I try to ignore it, figuring Nico has another guy with him.

It gets harder to ignore when they get louder. My brother has always been... we'll say vocal, so I'm no stranger to headphones and loud music.

But, being on a Skype call with your boyfriend while your brother is having another one night stand in the room next to you, it isn't easy to crank up the music.

So, anger flaring, I turn to my laptop.

"And if you just take that and multiply it by-" Frank is saying, pointing the camera at his geometry work.

"Frank," I interrupt. He looks up curiously. "Give me, like, five minutes, okay?"

He looks confused but he doesn't really have a choice on what to do.

"I just have to talk to Neeks; I'll be right back."

Understanding crosses Frank's face and he waves me off to go. Thanking him quickly, I jump from my bed and burst out if my bedroom.

I walk into the living room to see Nico has his tongue down Caleb's throat, legs around him, pushed up against the door.

They don't see or hear me, apparently because that's when Caleb shoves his hand down Nico's pants. Nico lets put the most disturbing noise I've ever heard.

That's when my fury gets too much and I figure I better stop this before it goes anywhere else.

"Jayrius Niccolo Thanos di Angelo !" I screech, not caring who hears me.

I have never seen my brother push someone off of him so fast. His face heats up as he begins straighting his clothes and running his hands through his hair to fix it. He won't make eye contact with me, but Caleb looks exceptionally happy.

"Hey, Hazel." Caleb beams at me. He looks far too relaxed and comfortable in our house for my liking. "I like your hair cut; it looks good short."

Instead of answering, I snort at him and turn on my brother.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I seethe.

"Uh..." Nico rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Don't answer that. Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you!" I lie, trying to make Caleb think I didn't know where Nico was.

Nico furrows his eyebrows. "You knew I was-"

"I did not! You don't tell me anything! Will left a while ago and I've been alone for hours! You know you can't do that; the state will send me back to Dad." I continue, working myself up.

"Whoa, Nico," Caleb looks mildly disgusted as he looks between us. "That little high school boy still loves with you?"

"Er..." Nico debates on how to answer.

I throw my hands up, conjuring tears to make Caleb leave. "I can't believe you would be so careless. That you wouldn't think about the consequences of you leaving me alone."

"Haz, I have no-"

I put my head in my hands and make noises like I'm trying to hold back sobs.

Thankfully, Caleb buys it. "Uh... I'm just gonna, er, go."

The door opens and closes before I know it.

I look up, wipe the tears that I forced off my face and glare at the older boy before me.

"What the hell Haz!" Nico growls.

"I'm sick and tired of you drowning your fucking sorrows in sex, drugs, and parties! I am done with it. Either you cut it out or I will leave."

"No, you won't." Nico told me.

"Excuse me?"

"You won't leave; you know you won't. You have nowhere to go."

"Says who, exactly?"

"Says me."

"Watch it, Jayrius, you're starting to sound like father." I warn.

He gapes at me, clearly at a loss for what to say. With a heavy glare, I turn on my heels and stomp back to my room.

"Hey, Frank. I'm back." I smile at my boyfriend on the screen.

"Everything okay?" He replies carefully.

"For now." I sigh.

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=Will=

I've never been good at being single.

Ask anyone I've ever hung out with; I'm miserable and I end up doing more harm than good.

Hence why I'm in a bathroom stall with Josie Miller right now, her tongue down my throat and my hand up her shirt.

As we kiss sloppily, I run my hands across her smooth, tanned skin under her shirt.

She's a good kisser, I guess, but all of this is wrong. She doesn't feel right under my hands; she's all soft curves and smooth skin where Nico is all cut muscle and rough scars. She's thin in areas that Nico isn't. She makes these annoying high pitched sounds when I kiss her throat; she pulls on my hair too hard.

She's just wrong. I don't like holding her, but I need someone to drown my feelings in.

Like I said, I'm not good at 'single'

"Shit, Will." She pants, pulling away from my mouth. "Are you sure we can't go somewhere else? I mean, this is the bathroom."

"Yeah... Yeah, you're right. We should- yeah. Classroom. Or something." I grab her hand and pull her from the stall, determined go find somewhere for us to finish this, though I'm getting less and less interested the longer we're detached.

I walked out of the bathroom with Josie in toe. As soon as I turned the corner, I slammed into someone.

No just anyone, though.

Nico di fucking Angelo because the Universe hates me.

Josie immediately attaches herself to my arm in a semi possessive matter. She kisses my shoulder; an odd gesture for this being 'just a one-off, Will, I swear'.

"Will." Nico breathes, his face scrunching into a painful grimace.

I furrow my brow, confused at first.

Then, I notice Nico is looking between me and Josie standing slightly behind me.

His face flashes with hurt before he pushes past me and walks off.

"Well that was interesting." Josie pipes, already kissing my neck again.

I bite my lip and ignore the girl attached to my side.

Seeing him upset like that, it breaks my heart.

I seriously debate pushing Josie off and running after him. I almost do, until a cruel voice appears in the back of my mind.

He's been bringing guys back to the house since you broke it off; there's no way he's jealous of Josie. It tells me. Anyway, who cares if he's jealous? He's the reason you're broken up.

After having an internal battle with myself, I sigh.

I have an extensive list of reasons as to why I shouldn't run back to that boy, so I go over every item one by one as I allow Josie to lead me down the school's hallway.

Like I said, he's just a stupid boy.