Read Call It What You Want | BxB :: Best Friend

I didn't see Damien for days after that threat. Not even in school, and he was mostly absent in the classes we shared. I felt that he was okay but choosed to avoid me, because Flynn didn't speak ill of him anymore and it just seemed like he'd ceased to exist to my stepfather. Mother no longer prodded me on getting along with him, neither did Liam come home any more than my stepbrother did. I was the only one worried about keeping the family together, and acting like an ideal child even though I wanted a different life for myself.

On the third day, which was a Wednesday to be precise, I texted Giordan to ask if I could come over. He wasn't in school that day, and I was worried that perhaps he'd fallen sick. When my two texts on WhatsApp were still unread by four thirty, I put a dial across but got his voicemail instead. Weird. Giordan never strayed far from his phone.

His house was just a few blocks down the street so I got there within fifteen minutes. Mr Oklahoma was home and welcomed me warmly. I declined his offer for a drink and padded up the stairs towards Giordan's room, stopping at the door which was ajar.

Giggles floated out. Unmistakable, surprising and terrifying.

I knew that giggle, a breath caught in my throat as my chest began thudding violently. I was panting in minutes and my palm turned sweaty, blood rushing to my face at the mental image I was so sure of.

No fucking way.

I mustered enough courage to finally lean forward and take a cautious peek in, the scene taking place within the room stabbing my heart sharply. No, no, no!

Damien was sprawled out on the half-made bed with Giordan straddling him, hands travelling down my best friend's sides as they sucked each other's faces off. Tears I hadn't realised I'd been holding trickled down my face in sharp, small bursts as my knees turned to jelly. I couldn't explain what came over me. Was it anger at Damien for using my best friend to get me to agree to his threat, or jealousy at something I hadn't thought would happen in a million years playing out right there before my very eyes? I was so shaken and heartbroken that I couldn't bring myself to watch them any further, hastily trudging down the stairs outside, vision blurry and barely turning back when Mr Oklahoma called out to me asking what went wrong.

I cried for hours in my room that evening. And the funny thing was that Damien didn't return home that night, perhaps he'd spent it banging my best friend while I waited far into the night for him to come home. He needed a confrontation. How could he be so heartless to me?

Around two p.m, my phone dinged on the bedside table, prompting me to sit up and peer at the screen with sleepy eyes. It was a text from the devil.

Knew you saw that. Now, do you still refuse my offer to host the Friday night bash?

I worked my fingers furiously on the screen. I'm so gonna fucking kill you.

If you catch me, that is😜

I know where you are, pea brain

Oh yeah? At your bestie's house? Tuff.

You're so evil, you know that? Why resort to toying with Giordan's heart to get me to agree to your whims? Is that the new level of maturity?

I dunno. Maybe because I'm a selfish, egoistical, self-entitled Prince Charming? Besides, I knew that nothing else was gonna move you to budge.

My eyes brimmed as I shot off my next response. Do you love him?

Yikes, nahh. I mean he's sweet and adoring, a great kisser...but no. I have zero feelings for him or any other guy. It just... doesn't seem quite right to me.

How would you know what's right, you idiotic scoundrel.

Use that tone on me, and I'm bedding that obsessive bestie of yours tonight. Believe me when I say we're not far off from fucking right now.

He suddenly went offline and while I waited with bated breath cause I knew he'd surely come on again, nothing prepared me for the picture that popped up the next minute. Giordan sitting on Damien's cock with his butt bare. The only thing keeping Damien's cock from his asshole was the thin black, boxer briefs my stepbrother wore.

My dick reacted instantly. Damn.

Please... please break up whatever it is you both are about to do

I don't understand. I thought he was your best friend and you're supposed to be happy for him. You know he likes me so much, right?

That's because he's being blinded by your looks...he deserves so much better and you know it. Besides, you're not even gay or bi, so what's the point of this charade to start with?

Who are you to judge that I'm not good enough for him?

You can't have romantic feelings for him, Damien.

I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you, Tim.

You can't fool me.

Goodnight, brother.

It's step! brother!

Remove the t and you have bother, and scramble the step = pest. So pest + bother = pest bother.

Ugggh

Hope the pic of us would help you sleep tight. I'm sure you'll find it useful for jerking off.

I turned off my data and burrowed into the sheets. I couldn't sleep. The picture of what Giordan and that manipulative stepbrother of mine were up to haunted me, but what hurt me the most was that picture and the fact that my best friend was getting played all because of me. I'd known Giordan practically all my life, he was emotionally strong when it came to men. But now, I wasn't sure that was also the case when it came to men that were his spec. I couldn't wait to ask him about it tomorrow. To tell him all about Damien's wicked scheme. What if he flared up and called me jealous and a selfish friend? Because that was exactly what I was in this situation. I wanted Damien all to myself and was jealous he'd had more sexual relations with my best friend than he'd have of me in months to come.

And to think he'd never reciprocate Giordan or my feelings. Because he was most definitely straight.