WILDER

"I can fuck your friend."

I wiped my tears and stared. I was in total shock.

I thought Sean was straight. How? When? Then I looked at him, really looked at him. He seemed gross enough to be one, not that I have a problem with straight people. He was a white guy with an ashy tone. When he smiled, you could see his ugly gums stained as dark as his lips.

Then I remembered the way he stared at Tristen's ass during class. Motherfucker! I knew it. I fucking knew that he had been getting off from that.

"W-what are you—No!" Tris quickly hid behind me and clutched my arm. "Wilder?"

The look on Tristen's face. I have never seen him this scared. His skin went paler than a ghost. Every breath he inhaled shook his poor little form. He looked so small and helpless. Made me wanna hug him, and kiss him, and squeeze—mental slap. Focus, Goddammit.

"Hey, don't worry." Sean leaned to eye-level Tris. "I'll be gentle. It's just to relieve the pain."

"Wilder." Tris squeezed my arm. "I really need to go home, like right now."

His shaky voice made me want to cry. Creepy Sean freaked the shit out of him. No one was allowed to scare my Tris like that. No one!

Tristen begged me to leave, but I wasn't done yet.

"The fuck did you just say?" I seethed at Sean, towering over him. "Don't talk to him like that. In fact, don't you dare talk to him at all."

"Hey." Sean raised his hands and backed away. "I just wanted to help."

Liar! That lust in his eyes. The way he stared at Tris, checking every juicy inch of his body, stripping him off his clothes. I bet he was fucking him right this moment in his twisted disgusting mind.

Did he just—Did he bite his lower lip?

Something new was happening to me. I, the cool mellow dude, was losing it beyond control. Blood boiled inside my veins. The thought of another man just thinking of touching Tris, let alone banging him, made me so fucking mad. Mad enough to breathe out fire. Mad enough to kick some ass!

"You sick son of a bitch."

Sean lowered his hands and said, "What did I do now?"

Drunk or not, I was about to kick him where the sun doesn't shine, and I won't stop until he throws up. I took a step forward, but Tris stopped me.

"Wait. Don't."

I peeked over my shoulder and there he was, still sweating and shaking but with a forced smile.

"I'm all better now."

He spread his arms to show me that it was gone. The boner was gone. Sean actually scared Tris to the point the effects of Purple Juice wore off.

"Really." I held his shoulders to check on him. "You don't feel pain or—"

"Nothing." He flashed that beautiful one-hundred-watt smile that melted my heart. "I-I really feel fine. I think that was it." He gave me the cutest little chuckle. "You made a big deal out of nothing. From the way you looked at me, I thought I was going to die."

My eyes grew wide from remembering the side effects. Then I tried to laugh to make it seem that it wasn't that serious, but it came out awkwardly loud and squeaky.

"Die?" I chuckled as I rubbed the back of my neck. "Don't be silly."

Oh, God. I hope he doesn't notice that I'm sweating like a turkey on Thanksgiving.

"Well, shit." Sean kicked a garbage bin, then came back. "We can still do it just to make sure."

"Back off." I put my palm up to stop him before he got any closer, but he kept coming. "Hey, I said back off!"

I pushed him so hard that he toppled backward and fell butt-first on the pavement. If only I punched him in the face, but that felt good too.

"Dude, chill," Sean said as he struggled to stand up. "What the hell is your problem?"

What's my problem? Is he for real?

"Get the fuck out of here!"

As soon as I stomped toward him with my fists balled at my sides, he started backing away.

"OK. OK. I'm going." Before he completely disappeared by the corner, he took one last glance behind him and said, "Jesus."

I couldn't remember the last time I raised my voice this high. It hurt. It burned. It made me shake with the urge to break something. I fought that urge. I didn't want to scare Tristen with this new side of me.

"Come on." Tristen rubbed my back to calm me down, and it worked. His gentle touch and the sweet sound of his voice actually slowed down my breathing. "Let's go home."

"You sure?" I turned to meet his captivating chocolate eyes. "Because I know a hotel that—"

"I'm sure." He stressed the last word as he grabbed my hand with his tiny palms. "Look at me. I'm fine."

I examined him and noticed the color coming back to his face. His breathing finally stabilized. He was sweating less. I really hoped that it was over, but Purple Juice's effects usually didn't go away that easily. Woah. Maybe the way Sean shocked Tris actually worked.

I hugged Tris, whispering, "I'm sorry."

Hugging Tristen always made me feel better. He was like this cushion, a fluffy snuggly cuddly lovely cushion that smelled as nice as it looked. Even after a whole night in a place full of booze and smoke, Tris smelled so good, I could just eat him—but I won't!

Maybe just a little nibble. I opened my mouth and almost brushed my teeth at his ear. No! I closed my mouth and scolded myself, Stop it, Wilder. Bad Wilder.

It was hard to stop thinking like this when I'm with him, especially when I'm drunk.

He put his lean arms around me and sighed, "Just promise me something, will ya?"

"Anything."

"Next time, please tell me what the hell am I getting myself into."

That made me laugh through my suppressed tears.

"I promise."

We took a cab back to our apartment. When we got inside, Tris was definitely starting to feel something, but he was covering it up from me. He was fanning himself with his shirt again. His cheeks flushed. He tried to breathe quieter and slower, but I could see he was having difficulties.

My heart sank.

"Tris," I said as I helped him out of his shoes. "Are you sure you're OK?"

"I'm fine. I'll just... you know... just in case."

"Jerk it off?"

"Don't—" He rubbed his temple. "Just don't say it like that. You're making me uncomfortable."

I lowered my head like a sad puppy and said, "Sorry."

"I think I have a headache," he said as he rubbed both his temples this time. "Excuse me."

He got off of the shoe bench with difficulty and strode to his room. The way he walked was all unbalanced and kinda wobbly. I naturally followed him but he closed his door and I heard the lock click.

I heard a thud on the bed then a groan. I came closer to the door and waited for a while. I didn't hear anything. I started fidgeting with my hands, all paranoid and sweaty. Every dreadful scenario about the juice played in my head. Things I couldn't even speak of.

Something was definitely wrong.

"Tris." I knocked on the door. "Does it hurt?"

"Shut up." His yell was a bit muffled with an echo, like in a bathroom. "I'm busy."

"OK."

I guessed he was planning to masturbate, then take a cold shower.

I glued my ear to the door and listened. I heard him breathing heavily, panting louder and louder. He grunted and groaned. Then the sound of the running shower blocked any voices coming from Tris.

"Tris..." I raised my voice higher but laced with tons of worry. "You'll tell me if something was wrong, right? You won't lie to me?"

He didn't answer. My heart pounded against my chest. I knocked on the door three times.

"Tris!"

"I'm fine." He laughed. "Hey, really. It's all gone now!"

"Really?" My face lit up with hope. "You-you don't have fever, chills, anything?"

"Wilder." His voice sounded closer like he moved into the bed. "Seriously, dude. I'm fine."

"I need to make sure. Open the door..." Another silence from him. "Please?"

"I'm tired." He yawned. "Can we do this tomorrow?"

I sighed a heavy breath of relief. I mean, if he was already lying on the bed, yawning, it couldn't be that bad?

"Yeah, sure." I chuckled, finally relaxing a little bit as I backed from the door. "Just." I banged lightly once. "Just call me if you need anything, OK?"

"OK, man. Goodnight."

"Night."

Wooh. I was so glad that was over.

I lay on my bed after changing into my pajama and brushing my teeth. I thought I was going to drift off as soon as my head reached the pillow, but I didn't. Go figures, I was still worried about Tristen.

Was drinking more than one Purple Juice really not as bad as the stories about it?

The thoughts kept me awake. I couldn't allow myself to go to sleep, not until I made sure Tristen was out of danger. So, I picked up the phone and dialed one of the managers of the Goldwin club. I went to the living room and sat on the couch, waiting for somebody to pick up.

"Club Goldwin." Oh, thank God, they answered. "How may I help you?"

"Yeah, hi." I then asked the man, "I was wondering if you could tell me what the side effects of drinking more than one glass of Purple Juice are?"

"Sir," he started and followed it with a sigh that meant trouble. "If you or anyone you know consumed more than one glass and didn't have decent sex within the next 2 to 3 hours then I'm afraid severe side effects are about to happen."

"What?" I jolted up to my feet. "What kind of severe side effects are we talking about?"

"Sir." He let out that serious sigh again. "I'm afraid the stories are true."

I panicked. I literally started shaking, bringing my fingers to my lips to stop myself from screaming. A tiny scream left my lips. I gasped so loud as I reminded myself, Don't scream. Don't scream. Don't scream.

"What-what-what should I do?" My voice turned squeaky. "He drank 1 and a half of it and it's already been like 3 hours without sex."

"With no sexual activities at all?"

"He-he..." My voice dropped to a whisper. "He masturbated."

"That's not enough!" The man's tone turned harsh. "You have to help him. I'll send you a picture of all the information you need."

My phone beeped. I checked my screen and it said I got a media message.

"Did you receive it?" said the man.

"Yes, thank you!"

I ended the call after he said goodbye. I quickly opened that picture and the severe side effects I read on the small screen made my heartbeats skyrocket and my breathing ragged. My eyes grew wider and wider as I continued to read. It was like a horror movie playing in front of me, a real-life horror.

Then I heard a sound I would never forget in my whole life. A sound that chilled me to the bone. A sound that made my heart jump out of its ribcage and get stuck in my throat.

"Wilder!"

It was Tristen's voice, but it didn't sound like him. It was harsh and painful. So gruff yet miserable and weak. A whimper, a whine, everything was in that scream.

"Help me!"

I'm back :D

So, your thoughts about the whole creepy Sean thing?

Also, I don't know about you guys, but that ending...

I'm scared O.O'

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