***Andre’s POV***

                The movies had ended and Pierce had excused himself to go outside and make a call. I followed him to Noah’s back yard where he sat down and lit himself a cigarette.

                “You want one?” he asked without looking at me. “I don’t smoke,” I said simply and sat down next to him. “You know that.” He shrugged. “Maybe you’ll get cancer and die if you smoke. So, smoke.” I rolled my eyes. What an ass.

                “Look Pierce, you want me to leave you alone right?” I asked. He nodded, still not looking at me. “Duh. If you would go the fuck away, life would be a hell of a lot better,” he grumbled.

                I smirked. “Break Nason and Max up, and I’ll leave you alone for good.” He glared at me. “I won’t do that Andre. I’d rather deal with you than hurt Max. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s happy with Nason and I’m not wrecking that.”

                “Do it or I’ll tell Max,” I threatened with a bright smile. “You wouldn’t,” he growled dangerously. “If I wouldn’t, than why are you dating me?” I asked, my smile growing wider. He fell silent. Good.

                “You know I’d be more than happy to tell little Maxi who hooked Noah up with Mickey just because they were jealous,” I said, shrugging innocently.

               
                “Shut up Andre!” Pierce snapped. “Why? You broke them up because you wanted to be with Max. Didn’t you think about it backfiring?” I smirked again. “I never meant to hurt him! I just thought Noah would break up with him. I never thought about Noah cheating on him,” he grumbled.

                “Well Noah did cheat on him. And I’m sure it would devastate poor Max to learn that it was all your fault it happened. You know, that you planned to break them up just so you could date him.” I laughed. “And here you sit, giving yourself lung cancer while Max is in there kissing that Mason kid.”

                “Nason,” Pierce corrected, back to not looking at me. “His name is Nason. Not Mason.” I rolled my eyes. “Nason, Mason…who gives a fuck? Point is, you hurt Max and I’m more than willing to tell him. It might even piss off Noah a little.”

                Pierce turned to me and blew out the smoke in my face. I waved it away in annoyance. “I’m not breaking them up,” he snapped. “Do it or I’ll tell Max,” I threatened.

                Pierce glared at me but didn’t say anything. Ha. That meant he would do it. “Fine,” he whispered, looking away with shame and hate in his eyes. “I’ll do it.”

                I smirked triumphantly. “And feel free to have Noah and Owen help you. I know for a fact that they’re also planning to break Max and that Mason/Nason kid up. Do it tonight Pierce.” Pierce glared at me with such hatred that I laughed.

                He stood up and stomped out his cigarette. “Fine. You can have your way and destroy another person’s fucking life you sick piece of shit,” he snapped, raising his fist. My smirk got wider. “You gonna hit me Pierce? Go ahead. Beat the shit out of me. Put me in the hospital. And I’ll make you sure you’re back with your mom before you can even beg.”

                He clenched his fist tightly and brought it back down to his side. “You absolutely disgust me you fucking coward. You hide behind lies and blackmail,” he hissed. I shrugged casually. “Whatever works.”

                “I can’t wait until karma punches you in the face and breaks your fucking nose Aleixandre,” he growled before storming into the house. I followed him laughing. “Pretend to be happy Pierce. And stop calling me Aleixandre.” That part pissed me off. I hated it when people called me Aleixandre.

                “You know, there’s a song lyrics that reminds me of you Aleixandre. Naughty, naughty I’m so bad, I murder everything in my path,” he said as we walked towards Noah’s basement. “Don’t call me Aleixandre,” I said, trying to stay patient with him. I needed him if I wanted to make fucking Max pay.

                                                                                ***Pierce’s POV***

                I entered the basement and made my way over to Owen and Noah. Max and Nason were putting away the DVDs while Noah and Owen put away the chairs.

                “You guys want to break Nason and Max up, right?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “Yea,” Owen said, grinning. “Great minds think a like?” “I wouldn’t say that,” I grumbled. “But I’m willing to help.” No. I damn well was NOT willing to help.

                “Guys…I think I have the perfect idea on how to break them up,” Owen said. He whispered his idea to us and we all nodded. Gee thanks Owen. Now we were really going to fuck up Max’s life. I mentally sighed. If there really is a god, I hope he forgives us for what we’re about to do to this poor kid.

                And I hope he damns Aleixandre Ryan to the darkest pits of hell.