"ARGH!"

The two of you scream simultaneously, the sudden outburst drawing confused stares from everyone in the hallway. As they snap their heads towards your group, you find yourself just as bewildered. Hell, if they're asking for an explanation—you don't know them yourself. Slowly.. you dart your eyes to Dom—who jumped from you.. then to Wyatt—who's holding onto dumbfounded Eve.. and..

To Tyler.

His expression mirrors yours—but then he sees Dom reluctantly check on you.. embracing you.. tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.. Just like what he did when—

Running a hand through his hair in frustration, Tyler curses under his breath before mumbling, "I need to go," and starts to leave.

"W—what the—where're you going?! Y—your bag—you ass—!" Liam shouts in confusion, dropping the bag to the floor as he watches Tyler walking quickly.

Squinting his eyes in confusion, Dominic tilts his head as he tries to make sense of the situation. "What.. is going on?"

Taking advantage of the chaos—darting your head around to all of them, you try to come up with an excuse. "Uh—I'm gonna—you just go—" you stammer with knitted eyebrows—looking away helplessly, "I'll just—"

Without waiting for a response, you turn on your heels. The sound of your footsteps echoes down the hallway as you hurry away, running away from the bewildered stares of your friends.

Slamming the black backpack on the table—in front of its owner, Wyatt crosses his arms in front of him. "Bro could you please, explain—what the hell was that?!"

The boy merely cocks his head to the side, staring blankly at the backpack.. before his expression changes into a fake cry, appearing even more ridiculous than ridiculous itself.

Shaking his head in disbelief while retracting his head like a turtle, Wyatt gives him a disgusted look as he demands an explanation. "And most important of em all—why the fuck are you hiding in a library?!"

"I.. We kinda—" Tyler begins, but chokes in panic and coughs loudly—his hands flying to cover his face as he acts a fake seizure out of frustration while slouching in the library chair.

Seeing his bro in this much distress, Liam tries to absorb the library zen—throws his bag to the table and walks calmly to Tyler's side. He firmly squeezes Tyler's shoulder. "Ok man. Deep breaths.. calm down.. you got this—"

"We fucking kissed!"

Tyler blurts out, his voice carrying across the library. Several people glance their way, shushing them with disapproving looks. Liam—ever the 'peacekeeper'—smiles composedly at the onlookers, intending to diffuse the cynical looks. "Pardon the stranger, ladies~ Has no manners indeed! Guarantee won't do it again~" he says charmingly before turning his attention back to the prince in distress.

Now.. his expression mirrors Nemo's when he's lost—desperately seeking help. Shaking his head while smiling sweetly, Liam tries to console him, saying, "Pfft, bestfriends kiss all. the time~ You guys do! In the cheeks.. the hair—"

"In the fucking bed!"

Tyler interrupts in urgent whispers before slamming his head in his hands. For a moment—while Tyler cries silently—Wyatt continues to smile. Several seconds pass.. each one seeming to stretch on endlessly..

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock—

"WHAT. THE. FUCK?!"

Until he explodes! Causing everyone in the library to turn and stare. Their hushes get louder than before because now, even the prince in distress urgently looks around in shame. "Keep your voice down, you moron!" he whispers hastily before dragging his bro to a more secluded corner, behind those large cabinets filled with those.. Romance books—definitely not like one in your Wattpad sections, though. Liam's face now as red as a tomato, his rage evident to anyone who sees him—

"No! You keep your hormones down, you idiot!" Liam panics, his hands pressed against his forehead in distress. "You what—you guys what—you—you fucking crazy?!"

"I—I don't know—and we kinda.. continue till morning—"

"Spare me the gory details! Holy fuck, Ty! Oh for fucks sake! Might as well tell me you almost had sex!"

Liam takes a sharp inhale as he walks away slightly, face to face with that Emily Han's masterpiece staring back at him. Few seconds pass.. but he's only replied by silence from the other side—in a horrid realization.. his lips curl, his eyes widen.. till it narrows. His breathing quickens and slowly.. he turns around.. bracing himself for what he's about to see..

Only to see Tyler's shoulders slumped.. with all-the-color-in-this-world probably united on his face. Throwing his head back, Wyatt shakes his own body—along with his hands raised beside Tyler.

"Rraghh! Remind me to drink Holy Water after this!"

In desperation, Cavill just stares at him blankly before blurting out—

"Can I have some?"

With each of them now cupping a tiny bottle, they simultaneously gulped them down until it's empty. Finishing first out of frustrated thirst, Tyler's about to throw it into the trash bin before halting—to tilt the bottle with suspicion before asking,

"Is this really Holy Water—?"

"Yes, but it's Sin Water for you."

Wyatt cynically replies while giving him the side eye, swiftly tossing it into the trash bin ahead of Tyler. Giving him weary eyes, Cavill follows suit, tossing the sin to perfectly land onto the trash bin. With annoyance hinted in his voice, Liam sneers, "Of course not, moron. I bought these on the vending machine!"

Turning his body swiftly to face the blonde, Tyler exasperatedly decants his mouth in bewildered irritation. "Calm down, why don't ya, Wyatt?! Why are you the one hysterical right now?!"

"Because it's fucking. messed up! She has a fucking boyfriend, asshole! And it's your bestfriend too—"

"Can everybody stop. reminding me that."

"Because that's one of the fucking problem—!"

"And what did I tell everyone when I didn't approve of their relationship?"

Wyatt froze, realizing that Tyler.. was right. Acknowledging all the history between them, he can only stay silent. Well, he can't deny anything. His mind wanders as he wonders if this is his fault. He has observed their interactions.. picking up on their subtle gestures..

He knows.

That's why he kept doing all the things he's been doing all this time! But as their bestfriend.. he must've known. He's too focused on making sure everybody gets their chance at happiness.. to the point he didn't consider the chaos if—when—all of it spiraled out of control. And yes, in the end, as hard it is to admit.. he's right again.

Tyler's right.

In their favorite hideout, Tyler and Wyatt stand beside each other, leaning against the wall. It's a rare sight though, since there's usually the three of them. But of course before they come here, Tyler begged Wyatt to make an excuse for Dom—or whatever it is—so he steered clear from the spot. Thank God Scott and Luke were there for the rescue—keeping Hunt company through the classes they skipped, making sure he also doesn't skip.

After taking a drag from his cigarette, Tyler mutters, "That's not the main problem right now."

With a disheveled expression, Wyatt retrieves his pod and takes a drag of his cigarette before resignedly replies, "Ok indulge me. What's more problem than Dominic's ass chasing you?"

For a moment, Tyler appears contemplative, gaze drifting blankly to the far end of the field. As smoke obscures his face, he looks down, bringing the cigarette to his lips before murmuring,

"I can't stop thinking about her."

Slowly closing his eyes wearily, Wyatt lifts his head towards the sky.. and takes a sharp inhale.. before abruptly opening his eyes and hisses, "Oh fuck me!"

Giving him the side eye, Tyler sneers, "Man—can you tone your ass down?!"

"What about your rules, huh?! You haven't written that one—well, let me write it down for you." Wyatt repeatedly taps Tyler's head like all the pent-up revenge finally exploded, deciphering,

"Do not. kiss. your fucking. bestfriend. on the lips."

Inhaling deeply and squeezing his eyes shut in irritation, Cavill cringes as he exhales his confession, "We.. already have that rule."

In disbelief, Wyatt scoffs sarcastically, "Rules are meant to be broken, I guess."

Irritated at his bro's never-ending judgment, Tyler stands and points an accusing finger at Liam, "You—you made this all happen!" Then he turns and slams the side of his body to the white wall helplessly and mutters, "Fuck Wyatt, what's with you and your dares.."

"Gaslight. Nice. Very nice—" with a face that doesn't want to take the blame, Wyatt pouts as he retorts, "why are you blaming me?!"

Slamming his back to the wall, Cavill takes a drag from his cigarette. "If you hadn't dared me to kiss her back at your party.. if you hadn't given us that dare.. the fucking bet—" he shakes his head in utter confusion—wanting to shake off all the strange thoughts of you he's been experiencing in his mind. Staring blankly at the ground, he mutters under his breath, "I swear saw her like my sister,"

"Ok I admit," Wyatt throws his hands in the air, guilt painted on his face. "I love seeing you two together—I am playing Cupid with you guys, not gonna lie," he admits, staring at Tyler for a moment before screaming in frustration, "but you guys are just. so—!"

With brisk steps towards Tyler—he surprisingly demands a cigarette. Letting out a slight chuckle, Cavill flicks the lighter until it ignites. Inhaling the poison to his lungs, Liam leans on the wall beside his bro. And as the smoke calms him down a little, he blows smoke.

"I've been giving you ways, but the two of you just kept. doing the things you love most,"

"What?" In between his own puffs, Tyler asks as he starts flicking the lighter for his second one, his gaze fixed on the lighter.

"Denying your feelings!"

Tyler stops. His fingers rest on the guard of the lighter. "You're a fucking mess, man," Wyatt sighs, taking another drag from his cigarette.

As he finally lights his second cigarette, Tyler flatly remarks, "No shit."

For a moment, they smoke in silence. Until the blonde mimics Einstein. "Ok. You know life is just a series of choices, right? You just gotta pick your poison, bro."

Rolling his eyes at his bro's usual antics, Cavill impatiently interjects, "Cut to the chase, Wyatt."

"Choose. Come clean to Dom to actually get your chance—since they're still pretty new—or.. hide your feelings and pretend everything's normal."

With a slight smirk, Cavill inhales a good amount of smoke into his lungs before confessing, "Well, for that one I already have the answer."

Hearing that tone, Wyatt already knows, causing him to growl in vexation—too used to this. He shakes his head and throws his hands up to the skies—giving up. Finishing his cigarette, Liam stubs it out on the ground with disdain, and shoots his bro a glare before storming off in irritation.

"I chose the latter."

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