»»──ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ───««I’ve learned something about myself. I cannot do awkwardness. That accidental kiss, if one can even call it that, has loomed over my head for the past three days and I have come to realize that hating Lucian was alot easier than whatever this bullshit is. I’m trying my hardest to be around him without feeling like a kid who got caught with their hands down their pants.... or in a cookie jar- fucking hell, I don’t know how it goes.Or I’ve forgotten who gives a crap I’m in a bit of a dilemma. I don’t know how to get out of this weird funk. Lucian doesn’t seem to be feeling it. He hasn’t brought it up since then. It’s been two fucking days and I feel like I’m losing my mind. There’s something different about the way he stares at me.It’s like he’s searching for something in my face. It’s currently, one AM and I can’t sleep. I am mentally unprepared for the hate to fizzle out quickly over something as useless as an almost kiss.Perhaps you feel awkward be
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I’m tired, but eager to get out of my bedroom. Today I’m expecting a text from my father. He’s allowed to use a phone once every three months, so he saves his time so he can contact me. He sends a text first to make sure I’m free before he calls. I’m at the den today, staring out into the backyard feeling like I might fall asleep at any moment. Percy is seated on the floor beside the shelves, reading something on his tablet.His hair is packed up into a bun, and he’s dressed like he’s walking a runway. That’s just the Percy look if I’m being honest. I had a girl dump me because someone said Percy was interested in dating... he wasn’t. Even I could tell that rumor was fake but she didn’t want him to know she was associated with me, in case it was true.That stung, but as I’ve mentioned, Percy is the reason I’m single. He either scares the people I date, or they want to be with him. It’s ridiculous. I’m surprised by how well that pink net sweater works for him.
»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ─────««I could have stayed on to listen to Lucian’s conversation, but I am not nosy. I instead scrolled through my tablet, reviewing the current game Zion and my team had played. They sucked, they barely came off with the win which was disappointing. I was analyzing where they’d gone wrong, so I could tell Zion about it.He needs to keep the team’s spirit up, he needs to keep our reputation. Sure we won but for fuck sake, it took Zion and two other members having to do all the work before they could actually win.I sighed, so focused on my disappointment that I hadn’t heard Lucian call my name the first time. The second time I heard my full name. I snapped my head up so fast, I was sure I’d snapped something in my neck. I re-entered the room, and I could see he wasn’t smiling anymore.A good person would have asked him what was wrong. I am not a good person. Not to him anyway.“I want to watch a movie. Take me to the living room.”I turned off my tab, pla
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I’m starting to think Percy might have a crush on me. That doesn’t make any sense. Not even the slightest. Because what the fuck is he doing, attempting to kiss me for the second time? There’s a reason behind that right? It isn’t just a coincidence, there is no such thing. He almost broke my neck, yanking me out of the couch but thankfully my medicine is still in full swing because I only felt a small ache.I turned my head to yell at him, accidentally bringing our lips together. His eyes were probably as wide as mine as we looked at each other unsure of what to say or where to go from here. When I leaned in a few seconds ago, I wasn’t going to kiss him. I was going to tease him. I expected him to pull back, I just didn’t think he’d take me with me.I didn’t dare move my mouth. That would be even weirder than this press of lips we have going on. Which is why I’m stuck staying like this. Moaning sounds fill the air, and my god, Percival turns redder than any s
/The Past/ ✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Divorces are not to be taken lightly. A child from a broken home can really be messed up depending on how the divorce goes-- those are the words from my therapist. When my parents split up I was only six years old. Dealing with the fight between my father and my mother. Which led to my father’s arrest, and his having to serve a sixteen-year sentence.I’m ten now. He’s still in jail- been there for four years now, and sure you can argue that I should hate him for strapping my unconscious mother to a chair in the house and setting it on fire. Only to call the police on himself when he realized I was upstairs sleeping. You can say all of those things, and I do hate him but he wasn’t a bad father. Just a crappy husband. In fact, he was a good husband until something changed.The divorce was hard on me, and mostly my mother. She had to recover and I had to testify against my father. Who swears when he gets
/The Present- Eleven Years Later/ ✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Remember when I said this could all blow up in my mother’s face? Well, it did. Eight months after we had that conversation my mother did the unthinkable. She came home with a ring and told me the pack alpha was divorcing his sick wife to be with her. Um, the pack did not take that likely. The alpha can command all he wants but that never stopped the whole pack from spitting on her and calling her the devil.She cried through the wedding, and I wouldn’t speak to her. Till today, I don’t talk to her the way I used to. She threw away two families to marry a bastard and no one blames him for it. People have grown to like me. They think I’m funny, amazing, and a promising member of the Silverclaw Pack. Like they thought it was only a matter of time before I’d be kicked out.I’m currently the captain of the Silverclaw Storm. The football team of the pack, and going to the main private univers
»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««Music thumping in my head is how I start and end my day, not the aggressive club music. This is a French ballad playlist. Instrumental only. It calms my rage and allows me to focus on my studies. I’m studying behavioral psychology, and it’s the second thing I love the most in the world. Outside of volleyball. This is my major here at the Silverclaw University.I’m deeply focused on my subjects, reading, and trying to prepare for an important test coming up in a week when my phone goes off. There are only two numbers that can go over my do not disturb. And that’s my best friend Zion, and the nurse in charge of my mother’s care.So I immediately think it’s the nurse. I told Zion I was studying for the whole day so I'm convinced he took that as a polite sign to leave me alone. I need to ace this test.But to my shock, it turns out to be him. I grabbed the phone, yawning as I answered.“Hey.”“Percy, what the hell did you do last night?” his voice i
»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««It’s been three weeks, and you want to know the bullshit I got for a crime I didn’t commit? Suspension. For six whole fucking months. The dean called me the next day after my phone call to my bastard father. They’re doing some investigation but the student body voted for me to be expelled because they’ve already demonized me without any conclusive proof. And it doesn’t help that I’d attacked one of Lucian’s friends one day before his attack.The school says they'll lift the suspension if I’m innocent, but if I’m guilty I’ll be expelled. Tried and sent to the Silverclaw penitentiary. I’m so pissed. I packed up my things and got in my car to make the four-hour drive back to my father’s house.I moved out of that place at eighteen, and I’ve been living between Zion’s home and the university dorm/the Moonhowlers fraternity. Paying for my college with my trust fund. It’s a fatty trust fund that I received at the age of eighteen. So even though it was
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I’m starting to think Percy might have a crush on me. That doesn’t make any sense. Not even the slightest. Because what the fuck is he doing, attempting to kiss me for the second time? There’s a reason behind that right? It isn’t just a coincidence, there is no such thing. He almost broke my neck, yanking me out of the couch but thankfully my medicine is still in full swing because I only felt a small ache.I turned my head to yell at him, accidentally bringing our lips together. His eyes were probably as wide as mine as we looked at each other unsure of what to say or where to go from here. When I leaned in a few seconds ago, I wasn’t going to kiss him. I was going to tease him. I expected him to pull back, I just didn’t think he’d take me with me.I didn’t dare move my mouth. That would be even weirder than this press of lips we have going on. Which is why I’m stuck staying like this. Moaning sounds fill the air, and my god, Percival turns redder than any s
»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ─────««I could have stayed on to listen to Lucian’s conversation, but I am not nosy. I instead scrolled through my tablet, reviewing the current game Zion and my team had played. They sucked, they barely came off with the win which was disappointing. I was analyzing where they’d gone wrong, so I could tell Zion about it.He needs to keep the team’s spirit up, he needs to keep our reputation. Sure we won but for fuck sake, it took Zion and two other members having to do all the work before they could actually win.I sighed, so focused on my disappointment that I hadn’t heard Lucian call my name the first time. The second time I heard my full name. I snapped my head up so fast, I was sure I’d snapped something in my neck. I re-entered the room, and I could see he wasn’t smiling anymore.A good person would have asked him what was wrong. I am not a good person. Not to him anyway.“I want to watch a movie. Take me to the living room.”I turned off my tab, pla
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I’m tired, but eager to get out of my bedroom. Today I’m expecting a text from my father. He’s allowed to use a phone once every three months, so he saves his time so he can contact me. He sends a text first to make sure I’m free before he calls. I’m at the den today, staring out into the backyard feeling like I might fall asleep at any moment. Percy is seated on the floor beside the shelves, reading something on his tablet.His hair is packed up into a bun, and he’s dressed like he’s walking a runway. That’s just the Percy look if I’m being honest. I had a girl dump me because someone said Percy was interested in dating... he wasn’t. Even I could tell that rumor was fake but she didn’t want him to know she was associated with me, in case it was true.That stung, but as I’ve mentioned, Percy is the reason I’m single. He either scares the people I date, or they want to be with him. It’s ridiculous. I’m surprised by how well that pink net sweater works for him.
»»──ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ───««I’ve learned something about myself. I cannot do awkwardness. That accidental kiss, if one can even call it that, has loomed over my head for the past three days and I have come to realize that hating Lucian was alot easier than whatever this bullshit is. I’m trying my hardest to be around him without feeling like a kid who got caught with their hands down their pants.... or in a cookie jar- fucking hell, I don’t know how it goes.Or I’ve forgotten who gives a crap I’m in a bit of a dilemma. I don’t know how to get out of this weird funk. Lucian doesn’t seem to be feeling it. He hasn’t brought it up since then. It’s been two fucking days and I feel like I’m losing my mind. There’s something different about the way he stares at me.It’s like he’s searching for something in my face. It’s currently, one AM and I can’t sleep. I am mentally unprepared for the hate to fizzle out quickly over something as useless as an almost kiss.Perhaps you feel awkward be
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧There are alot of things going through my mind right now. For starters, why am I sleeping upright? It’s not comfortable, but I think my meds are still working because I can only feel a slight twinge.Second, and this should have been my first thought and question, why is my stepbrother leaning over me and straddling my waist? My brain, for the first time, is suddenly empty and unsure of what the fuck I’m witnessing. Am I dreaming? This would be one hell of a dream. I might be bi, but I’m not dumb enough to envision the straighter-than-straight, hates to breathe the same air as me, Percival on top of me unless the vision involves him beating my face in.I don’t... I don’t even know what to say. My lips feel tingly, so I ask the only question at the forefront of my thoughts.“Did you just try to kiss me?”Percy stares at me like he’s unsure of what to say. I expected him to get off of me, or at least explain what the fuck he was doing but he just stared then he
»»──ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ───««Lucian made me read to him for two hours before he eventually fell asleep. I don’t know why I sat there just watching him, imagining what it would be like to push him down the stairs. It can’t be healthy that that’s the first place my mind goes when I’m in the presence of Lucian. Hate is what keeps me going.Lucian and I didn’t always have this hate. I almost want to scream at him that he should have told me. He should have felt obligated to tell me when he discovered the affair. I felt betrayed. We might not have been friends but we were civilized towards each other.I remember the first time I’d actually spoken to him. I was always introverted. My friends consisted of the guys in my little volleyball team back in middle school and Zion. I used the word "friends" loosely for those guys. Zion was the one I spoke to the most, but I wasn’t angry.Hell, I wasn’t sure how to feel the emotion since everything in my life was going so well for me.“Ouch!” a y
»» ───ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ───── ««One.Two.Three.Four.I counted in my head as I did some pushups to clear my head. I haven’t been in a good mood since Lucian called the calvary on me. I’ve barely been here a week and he’s reported me like a baby back bitch to my father. It’s one thing to threaten me, but Yusuke had to send his dumb lug of muscle to make it clear to me that my mom will have no place to stay if I fuck it up with Lucian.When I contacted the nurse taking care of my mother she said some strange men were watching my mother. So I have no choice but to be a humble little asshole. I’m so pissed. I don’t even know where to begin with taming my anger. I feel like hitting something but I’ve been doing that for the past hour.Lucian is watching a movie in the living room. He has taken his evening medication but he doesn’t feel like sleeping. Hence why I have to keep an ear open in case my phone rings and his majesty needs my help.What a pitiful person. I just want these m
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧After another painful movement, I got myself into my room where I shakily reached for the pill bottles. It took longer and I had to swallow them dry because I could take them and then make myself go to the mini-fridge. Due to this, it took longer for them to take effect. I was practically sobbing from the pain by the time they kicked in.I was able to breathe and heave out a sigh of relief as I could move my working arm without tearing up or feeling like the limb was about to be ripped out from me. I called Percy’s father because calling mine was out of the question, she would worry and Percy wouldn’t listen to her at all.Mr Tamaki answered on the third ring. “Lucian? What on earth are you doing with your phone?”I opened my mouth and found that my tongue was numb. Dear god, the pain was still in my head even though my body couldn’t feel it anymore. I took a moment to catch my breath, then I spoke.“Percy....” I breathed out. “Left me. I don’t know where he
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧The next few days fly by and quickly I realize Percy is... just as bad as I thought he would be. I can’t even begin to make a long list of the nonsense this asshole put me through. It’s like he’s trying to make sure this ends in blood and I have an unfair advantage. He gave me my medication at the wrong time. Like thirty minutes before I was supposed to take a shower.I ended up passing out in the tub, only to wake up drenched and nearly drowning from it. Percy came in late, and we had to call the house doctor who put me on twenty-four-hour bed rest to fix the ache in my neck and other regions.That first day that he did a good job was a ploy to trick me into thinking he was good at this. He is not.He kept cooking me bland meals, he threatened to wheel me out into the streets and when I said I hoped prison would be worth it, he argued that he’d take being in jail if it meant I was evicted from life. Like the fuck. If I could punch him with my working arm and