Okay. At this point, I am convinced Poseidon needs to watch his back...
PIERRE POV The hall of Rhodez high was almost unrecognizable. Bright blinding disco lights danced over the vast floor that was thrumming with people who were dressed to the nines. The bass hammered against the speakers harder than I have ever heard, hard enough to sync with the rapid thumping of my heart. My nerves crackled like a live wire, the mood beckoning with a force I never knew before. It was enlivening, and everyone seemed to be having the best time of their lives. After all, it was prom, but sprinkle an essence of elegance into the mix and you get the mood of tonight;Probably because guys were dressed in fancy tuxedos, while ladies stood from the ground with ankle-spraining heels, and bedazzled pieces of jewelry all over their bodies. It was so thrilling I found myself grinning like an idiot behind the fancy mask Sebastian shielded me with.All along, his hand never left mine, even as we stepped off the Photo Booth after taking some silly prom pictures with him, he still
PIERRE POV I didn’t even know what went through my mind when I declined the offer of getting the fuck out of here when the chance presented itself. The bravery and courage that had blanketed over me when I spoke with my head held up that we’d stay bedraggled into the ear-shattering bass of the music, fading with the notes and baseline. To say the atmosphere was uncomfortable would be an understatement of the air. Maybe I was the only one sitting on hot coal wishing the ground would split open and swallow me whole, totally rattled out of my wits, because Luna had been part of the exclusive clique even long before I stepped foot in the US. And they were all used to having... Holy smokes. In front of me was Luna who was perched on Poseidon’s lap, who seemed to be more than delighted to cradle her in his arms. My eyes trailed every little movement his hands did on her body, and I could tell that the big guy was having blast flaunting his Delilah in front of me. I mean who wouldn’t, Lun
PIERRE POV I doubt I breathed until Sebastian and I were outside the buzzing hall where everyone was bowing their head before their newly crowned king and queen and their zealots. My heart hurt like hell, and it was beating too fast that I felt it was going to fall out of my chest. I couldn’t believe that once again, I let Poseidon break me, and this time; it was a hundred times worst than I have ever imagined. Hell, calling me a disgusting fag had been jarring enough, but this…This was beyond me. How was he able to look at me with eyes filled with so much passion one minute, then trample over my heart the next? Was it that easy to look into one’s eye and tell them you love them with your body and soul, only to rip their heart into shreds the next minute? How did he do it so naturally? To hurt me over and over and over again? Then come back to me, expecting to find me with a smile on my face and arms stretched out wide? Have I been such a fool all this time?“Pierre, wait.” I didn
PIERRE POV It was a little after one right in the dead of the night when we stumbled into Sebastian’s Boulevard penthouse. The knot in my throat was the size of my fist, and my face was gummy with salty jets that poured down my face the entire ride from Rhodez High, to his place. Sebastian punched the code into the pad on his door handle before pushing the door open. He single-handedly huddled me inside like a weighed less than a kilogram before kicking the door closed behind us, a soft click resounding around the big space. I could never get used to the opulence of it all. We were not even across the threshold when I pounced on him, kissing him with a ferocious kind of hunger that rattled through my system with a slow hum. Maybe it was the hurt that chaffed me, but I kissed him, drinking life from him like he was a god's chalice. He remained stoic for a second, two seconds, three…His big plans traveled my narrow back, pulling me closer to his chest. I let him take the reigns of
PIERRE POVAfter having my first taste of what I have been missing, there was no guarantee that I would ever keep my hands off it ever again. Sebastian has quickly sprung to my top 1 favorite things to do, and I didn’t see myself walking away from all of that glory any time soon. Following the prom night, I barely heard from Poseidon, let alone saw him. He stopped coming to my place, and calling, and I took it upon myself to not set foot at the big manor ever again unless I had to. Whatever it was I needed help with, I talked it out with my mom and she would have it delivered to me. After all, the manor had more maids to deliver the service perfectly. If you asked me how I felt about all of this… hiatus between me and him, I would not have an answer to that. I was conflicted yes, and it felt like a big chunk of my soul had been chopped off. But that didn’t stop me from rejoicing over the fact that I was spared from confusion and heartbreaks. We hadn’t actually called it quits yet, a
PIERRE POV “So what do I pack for this thing? Shorts? Guns? Swords? Do I like, to draft my own map and carry it with me or?” My voice rang around my small cozy room back at the frat house as I eyed the crapload of clothes spread all over my bed, some decorating the carpeted floor and ready to be rolled up and packed. As for why the Z4 chose December as the perfect month for a treasure hunt was still beyond me. It was cold, so Fuckin’ cold that being out of the house for a few minutes only gave me some serious frostbite that could lead to me losing my fingers and hands, and they thought it would be perfect to frolic through the mountain buried in the snow searching for chocolate bunnies wrapped in cute little wraps. Great. Just Fuckin’ great. If it weren’t for Sebastian, I wouldn’t even be going there, let alone even think about it. "Take some heavy clothes. Sweaters, jackets…” the smooth rasp of his voice electrocuted my ear just as he wormed his arms to my sides from behind and
PIERRE POV I was beginning to think Poseidon was a punishment created by the almighty exclusively for me. He had to seriously be a demon straight from me, or some weapon forged to strike me down many times before finally tearing me for the last time and straight to death. This had to be karma for the sins I committed in my previous life. And it was just too much.The Boston Inner Harbor was bustling with people who were buoyant with the coming cruise. I could feel a spark of current frizzling through the air as everyone prattled about this and that, creating a soft hum of distraction that washed all over me harmoniously. Even with everyone around, I still felt his unbothered gaze on me. Penetrating through the weak core of my calm farcade. It was an annoying consciousness that followed me whenever I moved, sat down, or turned around; his eyes never left me. I knew it was his eyes on me and not Sebastian’s because of the way my skin buzzed with a cool sensation. While Sebastian’s ey
PIERRE POVOkay.Maybe something should have prepared me for the beauty I found at the sight before my eyes. Cruising the Atlantic in the world’s most luxurious ship with one person who always brought out the best in me was one thing. But seeing the place he called his, taking in the opulence and vastness of it all, made my chest balloon with a vigorous sense of pride I didn’t know the origins. I swear I didn’t even know where all that vigor brewed from, but I had the stupidest grin on my face. And it was the most beautiful feeling ever.When they mentioned an island, the idiot in me pictured a small land perched in the middle of the blue ocean, white sandy beaches far, far away from civilization, a small hut roofed with palm leaves and coconut trees all over the place. Nothing really out of the ordinary. After all, the place couldn't possibly be inhabited on daily basis. And while the first part of my little analysis was not far from the truth and human mind capability, it felt utte