6. Torn

~VINCENT~

‘Chaos’ would be an understatement of the century to describe this situation and right at that moment, Vincent knew he was doomed again. He wished the ground could just open up and swallow him.

Two pairs of eyes; one with surprise and one with amusement, are fixed on him while he is trying to keep the sweat from trailing down his forehead. After a moment passed, he finally decided to break the silence.

“E…elo—”

“What's going on, Vince?” Elora asked in suspicion. “Who's he?”

Vincent, who'd always been a bad liar stammered, “A–a friend.”

Dimitri's brows shot up in amusement. “A friend?”

Elora slid past Dimitri, coming to stand between the two men and repeated. “Who's he Vincent?”

“I said he's a friend.” Vincent grumbled, dipped his hand into his pocket and his gaze shot to Dimitri. “And you, disrespectfully get the fuck off.”

Vincent watched, trying not to gulp when he gave him a smirk and his broad back disappeared. He moved his gaze back to Elora who's still glaring at him in suspicion. He cleared his throat. “Why are you here?”

“Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking Vince.” Elora replied, walking towards Vincent who glared down at her.

He wanted to scream, wanted to shout that it's what she's thinking. But like always, he decided to think rationally. Thinking irrationally had gotten him to nowhere and he knew that if he hadn't begged Dimitri the other day, he wouldn't have come back but if only he knew that the latter already had him on his radar.

“It's not what you are thinking, so tell me why you are here.”

Elora let out a small sigh of relief before rushing towards Vincent and pulling out his hands which were dipped into his pocket.

She clutched his fingers. “I was so worried about you, and you left abruptly. Mom and dad are not happy and I remembered telling you that we need to talk about us.” She said in one breath.

Vincent thinned his lips, trying to keep himself from recoiling from her touch. They were doing well as best friends but Elora just had to forget the rule of never falling in love with one's best friend.

“Vince.” Elora called again, giving him the doe eye.

“Yea, we need to talk about us.” Vincent said with a smile, stylishly peeling her hands off his.

He moved to his bed. “Where do we start?”

Elora sauntered towards him and placed one of her knees on his side. She grabbed his shoulders. “Why are you doing this to me?”

‘Oh shit, here we go again.’

Vincent thought but kept quiet, he knew the outcome will be the same just like the other time.

“You are hurting me a-and, I-I don't like it.” Elora added amidst sobs.

“Elora—”

Not allowing him to land, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his before forcefully prying his mouth open. Vincent growled and reluctantly kissed back, and Elora's hand pressed his head deeper into her mouth.

She only released him when they were out of breath and panting.

With teary and slightly dazed eyes, she said, “I want you, Vince. Please.”

Her hands moved to his crotch, and rubbed. Like usual, she's trying to get a reaction out of him.

Vincent groaned and shut his eyes, letting his mind wander back to that moment when Dimitri was rubbing him. A small moan escaped from his lips, his eyes slightly dazed and his mouth parted.

Elora is awed and she rubbed more vigorously. This is the first time she finally managed to get a reaction out of Vincent. In a hurry, she pulled down his zipper, not bothering with the belt. His cock is strained against the boy short underneath his pants which made Elora groan in frustration.

Not letting that deter her, she leaned back to press her lips against Vincent's and Vincent groaned again, his eyes still closed and he kissed back with more vigor.

Elora let out a loud moan into his mouth and like someone that'd just woken up from a dream, his eyes snapped open and he pushed Elora off him.

“I… I… I can't do this Ellie.” He said, shaking his head wildly.

Elora stood up, gritting her teeth. “Vince.”

“Get. Out.” Vincent snapped, his eyes fixed on his crotch.

Elora clenched her fist before releasing it in defeat. She spared Vincent a last glance and moved towards the door which she closed with a loud bang.

But, right now, Vincent's anger and sadness was not directed at her. Instead, it was directed at himself. He hated himself for letting him get under his skin till he's all he could think about when she touched him. He hated himself for feeling like a disappointment even after he assured himself that he would get over it and would act like it never happened. He hated himself for… being him.