"Wait! Hold up, just hold the fuck up!" Craig says, still can't believe what I've told him and the gang, "You and Jonathan broke up? But how? And why?!"

"My ship . . . " David frowns with disappointment, "It is ruined!"

Why do I even befriends with this Irishman in the first place? All he can ever think of is just 'shipping' me with Jonathan, and the same thing goes to Lui, the shortest among us seven.

"Guys, just keep it down. I don't want to raise any suspicion or anything to happen between me and him!" I tell them, my voice trying to sound strong even though the thought of my ex suddenly comes to the back of my mind. To be honest, I don't feel like talking about the break up. I mean, it's just a small and an insignificant thing to be discussed about, besides the fact that I'm more concerned about my sudden relationship with Brian and the 'dollhouse' I'm living in that's been fooling everyone around.

"Oh, by the way, how on Earth did you get all of those hickeys?" Marcel suddenly gasps, as I notice him giving some gestures for us to lean forward to listen whatever the hell his head can think of. "What if, you're the one who's doing the cheating?!" He points at me, as I jump back with a brow arches at his statement. But I hate the fact that these guys noticed the love kisses being planted on my neck---not to mention the tattoo to which Tyler thinks it looks kind of cool, despite it has that heart-shaped design.

As they keep on discussing about me, Jonathan, and that idiot Winston whom I hate so much, I scan the surroundings to keep on a look out for the new couple, but end up seeing eye to eye with the Dubliner that came into Arts and Crafts Class earlier on---and he was in some classes with me this morning. He's actually eating some grilled meatballs and mashed potatoes---typical Irish people---smothered with gravy on top of them, just casually eating them as he gives me a smirk. As I keep staring at him, I notice him giving me a wink, and I immediately look away from the young man.

But damn, he's just . . . Oh, fuck. Now I'm a bit turned on.

Perfect timing, Evan. Just perfect.

"Yo, Evy. Fantasizing about something?" I hear Tyler's voice that wakes me up from my daydream, and luckily stops me from continuing to be a bit aroused upon thinking about Brian suddenly takes on me, making him his instead of anyone else. "W-What? What did you guys talk aboot?" I ask them jokingly with the 'about' sounds as 'uh-boot', like that one stereotype about Canadians saying the word 'aboot' rather than 'about'.

"Are you thinking about that new kid?" Brock finally vocalizes, as he sips some of his cold chocolate milk box using the light blue straw. "Brian is his name, I think?" He says, quite unsure, continuing to stuff his face with his turkey sandwich which he brings it from his home.

"He probably is. He's been off a lot on classes today, but most of them, whenever Brian's in the class with him," Lui wiggles his bushy brows at me, for he knows that in Chemistry class just now, Brian sat on the table in front of mine, and I'm guessing that the little guy must've noticed my full attention and interest on the Irish guy more than the rusting experiment that we have to do.

Again, why do I even befriends with them?

"Hey, Evan."

Oh, he finally comes to me.

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't be talking to you," I reply to Jonathan angrily, and I know he's right behind me, probably looking down at me and hopefully not straing at my ass for no reason. 'Cause he just loves looking at a guy's ass, especially the plump and thick---or is it spelled as 'thicc'?---juicy ass so that he could spread them buns and do his job to make the submissive one bows down to him. But I ain't giving them to him, I'm saving them for someone else.

"Oh, shit . . . " Craig covers his mouth upon seeing how intense I am with my ex at the moment. "Damn, this is gonna be good," Tyler swallows some plain water from his mineral bottle---but his actions aren't helping me at all. "But, my ship . . . " I can still hear the tall Irishman whines, being too frustrated with his 'ship' since it's gone.

"Look, Evan. I really didn't mean to cheat on you. It's Winston's fault! He's the one that got me into this fucking mess!" Jonathan begs, still I find his voice and tone rather dishonest. "That fucker was jealous of seeing me together with you. He also got a bit jealous seeing how much attention you have from your friends."

I turn around to face the blue-eyed male, clearing my throat as I speak my voice out to him. " 'Jealous'? Is that what this is all about? Huh, I thought it's gonna be something else." I look down to my hands, they look ugly because of the bruises and cuts, as I cringe upon the sight, then look up at his so gorgeous face again.

"If you think you're capable of bringing me back to crawl down to your feet, don't be. I've seen enough of how you and Winston keep being around together," I continue, catching a glance of Brock giving me a nod and a thumbs up. Marcel and Lui are smiling to see how much I'm slowly growing up to start standing my ground instead of depending too much on others. "Besides, I'm already belonged to someone else's. There's no point trying to get me back to you," I smile, having thoughts about Brian all of a sudden.

"But, you can't do this to me! You're mine! And only mine!" Jonathan yells, as the bell already rings. " 'Only'? You fucked with nearly every guys that have a crush on you and want to date you. Like seriously? Are you too blinded by your ego? Just grow the fuck up, you moron," is all I can respond, as I take my books and pencil case and carry them in my hands, heading for my next class, which it's Maths.

As I keep on walking, I feel my left wrist being grabbed by someone, and as I turn around, I'm shocked to see who it is---the guy that I hate the most in the school: Winston.

"You dare trying to hurt my boyfriend?" He asks with a disapproving tone in his voice, yanking my hand towards his chest as his face is placed directly on my neck.

"Evan!---Ev!" My friends start to panic, upon seeing the position I am at the moment. They all stand up on their feet, hands roll up into fists ready to react if Winston would do something terrible towards me.

"Hold it, fellas! Move and I'll make sure I'm doing the fucking on him . . . at the boy's washroom!" He warns them, viciously twisting both of my arms on my back as I start to scream in pain. Most of the students have already left, probably because they just don't seem to be interested with guys fighting over a---guy. This or in a rush to be in classes because some teachers teaching in this school can be pretty quick-tempered and strict when it comes to students not arriving to their classes on time---which seems rather unethical for educators to act this way.

"Winston, what the hell is wrong with you?!" I hear Jonathan yells at him, his protective mode suddenly switches on. "What's wrong with me?! Don't you just get it? I have loved you more than he is! He's nothing but a slut!" Winston shouts back at him, twisting even more of my arms.

"A fucking 'slut'?! Don't you realize you're being a total prick towards my little princess?!" A familiar voice rings through my ears, as I look up to see one of Winston's arms is gripped by Brian.

Oh, gosh. His serious face . . .

Wait! Not now, Evan!

"What the . . . ?" Jon reacts, making a weird face, confused to what is suddenly going on.

"Winston, get your hands off my baby boy. Or someone's gonna run home crying to his mummy," Brian says sternly, gripping his arm tighter which causes him to wince in pain.

Ugh, can this drama get any worse?!

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Winston being a total bitch... I hate him... lol 😂