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**WARNING** This chapter contains drug use, violence, sexual content, and mature language

💫ANGEL💫

I was rock-hard before she even pulled out my john, giving the onlookers and eye-full of my larger than average package. I saw a sparkle in so many eyes and envy in the guys as they snuck a peak. The old me would've grinned. This me? High as a kite and unphased.

V went to work. After a minute or so, I tilted my head up and closed my eyes. She was good, surprisingly. Using her hands, taking in just about every inch of me as she made these insane gurgling sounds. The way those gurgles caused a tingling sensation in body told me right away, this wouldn't take very long. I was on the edge of breaking in front of hundreds of strangers and I couldn't care less. V got my full attention when she put all of me down her throat, brushing her tongue across my genitals. My head popped up like a dandelion in the middle of spring. Body tensing, I grew hot for her, wrapping her long dark hair around my hand, forcing myself deeper into her throat. Faster. Harder. Deeper.

I looked up, immediately catching the eye of little miss sunshine. Her eyes were wide as she watched V, mouth partially open. If only this was her perfect little lips wrapped around me and bright blonde hair tangled in my fist. Finally, her eyes met mine. I didn't look away, biting down on my lip so hard that I was sure it would leave a mark. She continued to lock in on my gaze. By the look on her face, she was enjoying seeing me enjoy myself. Harder. Deeper. Faster. I rammed more and more into V's throat. Until finally, I yanked her head back for everyone to see, stood above her, and doused her entire face and neck in my fluids. My stare grew more intense as I let go of V's hair, wiped myself off with a towel thrown across my chair, and put away my exposed parts. She still watched me, closely. What was up with her and staring? First, in the classroom. Then, at the party, while I got blown off by another chick. Blondie didn't even seem like the kind of girl to be caught at a party like this, let alone enjoying it. This act. Me.

I walked towards her, and right before brushing past her, I asked, "Want next?", and pushed through the crowd, heading towards the house. I listened as the crowd went nuts. Girls, guys, everybody going crazy over what they'd just witnessed. I heard a few people saying things like "lets all just have an orgy", "that made me horny", "can I get next", and some of the craziest things. I was glad I could assist in everyone getting laid. V trailed closely behind me. Once inside the house, she pushed me up to the wall and started feeling me up, kissing all over my neck. I pushed her back a little, needing a sense of where she was headed, but I didn't need to ask any questions. I took her to the bathroom and bent her over the sink. By the time I was done with her, she was ready to go home, and I was ready for a shower and bed. What a night.



HEADING BACK TO CLASS after an opening weekend like the one I had, it was hard to ignore the stares and whispers. This was not the type of attention someone like me, on the mission I was on, needed. Head down, eyes forward, overlooking the distractions, I focused on getting to where I needed to go and doing what I was there to do. Halfway through the day, I headed to the café for something to eat. I chose the loneliest corner to bury myself in, hoping no one bothered me. What's that saying about wishful thinking?

"Hey. You have a phone?" Looking up and meeting the eyes of an older chick, flirtatious and anxious, she looked at me like I was a medal she dreamt of adding to her trophy case.

"Yeah." I huffed, looking down at the phone I held in my hand.

Snatching my phone from my hand before I could question her further, I watched her as she typed her number in and sent herself a text message. She handed my phone back to me, winked, and walked away. When I looked at the text message, it read call me when you want a real happy ending. A real happy ending? I brushed it off and finished eating.

"What's up, my boy?" How'd this loser find me, I'll never know, but Loki sat next to me, shaking my hand and nodding as he greeted me.

"Sup, dude. How's it going?" I managed to ask, knowing damn well I didn't care.

"Good now that you're in my life. Man, the way you turned my party out last weekend, I owe you big time. All my boys got laid. That rarely happens. You left so early that you didn't even get to witness the real party."

"Yeah, I'm not the party going type. It was a dope party though. Glad I could help."

"You're officially invited to every party I throw. Matter of fact, I'm throwing your face on all the flyers." Laughing loudly, he leaned back in his chair. "Have you seen the video?"

"Video?"

"Man, it's all over social media. The comments are insane!"

I huffed loudly, throwing my head back. Great. Just great. The one thing I didn't want, I got. What a great way to start off my first semester. Annoyed, I stood up and left Loki and my food behind, rushing off, I grabbed my bike and headed home. I couldn't make it more than a few steps without being gawked or stalked by women. Head down. Eyes forward. I repeated those words to myself as I pedaled to my apartment, immediately reminded of the day they were instilled into me like an engravement on a tombstone.



"Angel, you're so much better than this. Why don't you take some time and refocus. Don't let this one hiccup turn your world upside down." Angelina spoke in a hushed tone. It was three o'clock in the morning, both our parents were asleep, and we'd just snuck in through her window.

"I know. I just need a minute, Lina. I mean, did you see this coming? I never thought she would just walk out on me like that. How could she leave without saying anything?" A little dramatic for a freshman in high school, the tension in my head from screaming all night was taking its toll on me.

"I asked Lee. She said she wasn't aware either."

I was dating a girl name Bria since the beginning of freshman year. As far as I was concerned, it was young love, but it was real. I'd taken my time to get to know her. I'd tossed all of the 'playboy' antics aside and treated her like the gentleman my parents raised me to be. I even waited patiently for her, sexually. Bria was a religious girl with a strong Christian background. Though my parents weren't really the church going type, they implanted morals and standards in Lina and I and we stood by them, for the most part.

One day, during our second semester, right before Valentine's Day, I walked three blocks over to Bria's house. I rang the doorbell first, but when there was no answer, I knocked impatiently, anxiety surging through my limbs, causing me to tremble with worry. Bria had been distant for two weeks leading up to this day. That quick response, one or two worded text messages, leaving me on read, not returning my calls for hours, short conversations type of behavior. All signs of a definite rift in her usual behavior. She was so attentive, loving, gentle, and caring. For someone like her to turn absent-minded, unavailable, and a tad bit cold, seemed to have sparked concern in me enough to send my last voice message. "Something isn't right, and I'd like to come over and talk about it, if that's ok with you", it read. No response. So like an idiot, I walked over uninvited.

When I peered through the garage windows, there were no cars there. Her mom's Hyundai and her dad's Jaguar were both gone. When I peeped through the living room window, that's when my hopes and dreams sank to the bottomless pit of my aching belly. It was empty. No one was answering because no one was home.

"I guess it's safe to say I've experienced my first heartbreak." I mumbled to Lina.

"I guess so. But you know what...you're stronger than me. You're stronger than anyone I know. Heck, sometimes I dig my strength from you. You know, tapping into that twin thing." Lina smile stretched from one end of the world to the other. She was brilliant. She was beautiful. She was love.

"Yeah?"

"Duh!" Lina giggled before nudging my confidence back into me.

"Where would I be without you?"

"Nowhere. We were brought into this world together for a reason, twin. Now I'm going to need you to get your shit together. Hold that big head of yours high. And when its gets hard. Head down. Eyes forward. You've got this."

"Head down. Eyes forward." I repeated.




"Fancy running into you here." Standing outside my building stood the chick from the library.

Chaining my bike to the bike rack, I waited for her to state her claim. When all she did was stand there, smiling, I ran through my memory bank to try and recall her name. It was pointless, I'd forgotten it the moment she introduced herself in the library.

"Hey." I managed to counter.

"Hello. Nobody, right?"

"That's me." I shrugged.

"I saw your amateur porn debut with my friend, V." She smirked.

"Your friend?"

"Yeah. Which is what brought me here. We're about to head to the beach and I'm waiting on her to come down."

"Cool." Scratching at the scruff that had recently grown on my face, I anticipated the moment this girl would realize I wasn't up for conversation.

Finally, the front door swung open and outran Vanessa, wearing her perfectly brunette hair in a tight bun, a bikini top and small jean skirt. When she spotted me, her smile stretched as she appeared happier to see me.

"Hey superstar! You're coming?" Vanessa seemed to have convinced herself to ask.

"I'm not. Have fun though." I brushed past both of the ladies, opening the door and disappearing into the dark hall of the building. I attempted to go to the renter's office to get a new mailbox key, but when I entered, I noticed that customer service was not a quality they looked for when hiring their employees.

The young chick at the desk was in a yelling match with one of the residents. I watched from the corner of the office, while this truculent red head exuded bitterness in front of her audience. I tried not to listen to the details of their heated discussion, but it was hard to ignore. The victim of this aggressor wasn't one to back down, she too was hot-headed and on a raging path of savagery. Once the girl behind the desk decided to come from her cage and approach the resident face to face, I made the decision to play mediator. Although, I wish I would've stayed Switzerland.

"Whoa! Hey, I'm sure it isn't serious enough to get physical ladies." I stood in between the two, keeping them as far away from each other as I could.

"You need to sit back in your corner and wait your turn, Edward Cullen." The red head snapped.

I couldn't help but laugh at her joke. "Edward Cullen", she said. Who the hell saw me as a vampire simp from some fantasy series I never took the time to indulge in?

"Look, I'm in four twelve and I need a mailbox key. When you're done killing each other, can you make that happen or not?" I wasn't about to get caught in the crossfire of their pointless ordeal. Backing out from the center of them, I made my way towards the office door. Before leaving, I turned to look back at both girls, who had their eyes locked on mine. I threw a wink in their direction and made my way out.


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