Steve pov:
"One day, when you feel weak and someone hurts you, you will understand my pain." His words keep echoing in my head.
I messed up big time. I did something I shouldn't have done and now I regret it deeply. Anger always gets the best of me and I acted on it without thinking. Steve was right, I was being selfish and I didn't even realize it at the time. I took down the video, but it was too late. People had already saved it and shared it in different groups. It went viral in our school and I am to blame.
I feel so stupid and ashamed of myself. I know I have to make things right. I need to apologize to him and try to get everyone to delete that video, even if it means admitting that I am in it too. I messed up big time and I am going to make it up to him, no matter what it takes.
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I headed downstairs after my mother called me urgently. I could sense the worry on her face as soon as I reached her.
"What's wrong, mom? Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
"No, something terrible has happened. It's Jeremy...he's been in an accident and he's in the hospital," she choked out, tears streaming down her face.
My heart sank as I tried to process the news.
I can't let him go now, I have finally realized my mistakes and I need to make it up to him. My hands were shaking and I felt tears streaming down my face. I didn't even realize I was crying until I touched my face.
"What spell have you cast on me, Baby boy?" I muttered under my breath.
"Mum, I need to go to the hospital," I finally said, wiping away my tears.
"I want to come with you," my mother replied, concern etched on her face.
"No, your health isn't good enough. If it's an emergency, I'll take you. Don't worry, I'll call you as soon as I can," I reassured her, trying to hold back my own fears and anxieties.
I dashed out of my house and hopped into my car, speeding towards the hospital. I may have made mistakes in the past, but I was determined to make things right. Jeremy had to live to see me change, no matter what.
When I reached the hospital, I marched up to the reception desk.
"Where is Jeremy Bernard? Tell me now!" I demanded.
The receptionist looked frightened, but I didn't care. I had to see him.
"Second floor, room number 133," she stammered.
I didn't have time for pleasantries. I raced towards the stairs, taking them two at a time.
When I finally reached the room, I stood there for a moment, taking deep breaths to calm myself.
I saw Jeremy lying on the bed, his face pale and some pipes attached to him. He looked so frail and weak; it broke my heart.
I slowly approached him, my hand reaching out to touch his face.
"Please don't leave me, Jer," I whispered, tears streaming down my face.
"I'm sorry. Please don't leave me. I'm scared. I need you."
Suddenly, Jeremy whispered, "Can you stop shouting?" I looked at him, relieved to see his eyes open.
I heaved a sigh of relief and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down my face.
"I was so scared. I thought I had lost you," I said, choking with emotion.
"I can't breathe," he said.
"I'm sorry," I said as I let him go.
I moved away and took a seat beside him, but his blank expression made me feel uneasy.
"Why are you here? Did Mrs. Hamilton send you to check on me?" he asked without emotion.
"No, I came because I was worried about you," I countered with a hint of frustration in my voice.
"Stop acting. Your parents aren't here, so quit pretending," he said dismissively.
"Hey, I'm not pretending. I was really worried about you. Can't you speak to me nicely for once? I rushed here as soon as I could," I said firmly.
As he slowly got up to sit, I tried to help him, but he pushed my hand away, looking at me with anger.
"You were the one who put me in this situation, and now you're worried about me? What kind of person do you take me for? Oliver was right about you all along. You don't deserve love. I held onto hope that you might change, but you're too selfish and egotistical to change. People like you never care about anyone else, even if they die. Today, I've lost all hope that you could ever change. I don't even want to see your face, as it makes me feel disgusted. I remember the mistake I made earlier today when I trusted you," he said.
"It was a mistake?" I asked.
"Yes, it was a mistake," he replied.
My heart broke as he spoke those words. The time I spent with him was so special, but I ruined it because of my anger. Now he thinks it's a mistake. My heart felt tight. What is this feeling? I feel new.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy. I hurt you so much because of my anger, but I've changed now. I want to make it up to you. I'll do anything to make you believe that," I said.
"That's the problem with you, Steve. You want people to believe you've changed, but why don't you act like it? You don't understand how much you've hurt me. Not just me, but everyone around you, and nothing can change that," he said.
"Why don't you care about my feelings? I've never apologized to anyone before, but I did to you. At least listen to me. I'm being sincere for the first time in my life," I shouted in pain.
He laughed, making my heart hurt even more.
"You feel bad because I'm not caring about your apology?" he asked.
"Yes, at least listen to people," I said.
"I did. I listened to you all the time. I've been hurt by you, and even though I had hope that you would change, you never did. Why should I listen to you now?" he said.
He's right. I don't deserve his time or anything from him.
"I want to make it up to you," I said earnestly.
"What do you want to make up for?" he retorted, his voice rising in anger. "For hurting me? For hurting me everyday? For showing my nude video to everyone ? For almost killing me today? Tell me, what exactly do you want to make up for?"
"Please, can you stop making me feel bad?" I pleaded, my voice laced with frustration and sadness.
"I already feel like shit." My words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.
"I know exactly how you feel," replied Jeremy, his eyes brimming with tears.
"I felt like shit every fucking single day because I loved you, Steve,"
Jeremy pov:Steve left the moment I confessed to him. My confession took him aback, which is not surprising. Did he expect me to pine for him while he didn't reciprocate my feelings?A nurse barged in to replace my saline bottle and gave me a friendly smile. "Your parents have been informed and they'll be here soon," she saidI simply nodded, not in the mood to converse.I felt weak, not because of any physical exertion, but because I was mentally exhausted. I slowly drifted off to sleep. ...Whispers surrounded me as I slowly opened my eyes, and there they were, my parents. My heart fluttered at the sight of them, for it had been a year and a half since we had last met. "Mom?" I whispered, my voice hoarse."My son, how are you feeling? Are you in pain?" She hugged me tightly."I'm fine, Mom. It was a major accident." I replied.But then, my father spoke up, "How can you be so careless? What if this news gets out? Have you no thought of our reputation?" His tone was laced with irri
Jeremy pov: It's been a whole week since the accident, and I finally got discharged yesterday. Luckily, it wasn't a major accident, so I didn't suffer any serious wounds.I knew Steve and his gang would be waiting for me, ready to make fun of me again. It wasn't the physical pain that hurt the most, but the constant taunting and bullying that had become a part of my daily routine.Despite my injury, I knew I couldn't afford to miss school. Grades were my top priority. Some might call me a nerd for that, but I wore that label with pride.I didn't have much of an appetite, so I settled for a glass of milk before heading out. As I got into my black Ferrari, I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had been weighing me down. I knew I had to face Steve eventually, but the thought of him making fun of me in front of everyone terrified me to no end. I revved up the engine and headed out early, trying to avoid Steve.As I arrived at the school, I headed to the back of the building and
Jeremy pov:As Steve dragged me towards the unused classrooms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The classroom had been abandoned for years due to a fire. I shuddered as Steve turned to face me with a cold, unyielding stare."If he kills me, no one would hear my screams." I thought to myself.I couldn't ignore the sense of fear that crept up on me as we stood there in the eerie silence."I'm sorry, Jer," he said, and I couldn't help but be shocked by his words."What do you mean?" I asked, completely taken aback."I'm sorry for the way Luca and my other friends treated you," he continued. "It wasn't right."I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his words. "It's not like you were any better, Steve," I retorted. "You were the one who started it all. Those nicknames? Yeah, that was all you. So why are you apologizing now? It's a litt
Jeremy pov:I pulled Oliver into my car, and everyone around us fell silent. Steve and a few other students watched us with a mix of curiosity and concern.I wasn't mad at either of them, but at myself for causing more fight between the brothers. Although I despised Steve for what he did to me, I knew it was my problem to deal with. Oliver, on the other hand, shouldn't have said what he did to his brother.Despite my best efforts to bring them closer, I always seemed to fail. And now, seeing them fight over me, I was starting to lose my mind.As we sat in my room, Oliver was visibly upset. He hadn't said a word to me since I slapped him, and even during the drive home, he was quiet. I could tell he was still angry that his friend had taken the bully's side, but he shouldn't have said Steve didn't deserve to live. That was a harsh thing to say, and I needed to find a way to make thin
Jeremy pov:*Next day*It's gym class today and I'm feeling a mix of emotions. I used to dread coming here because of Steve. But Oliver is in the class, things are a little better.Steve's bullying used to be the worst part of my day, but now it's the bickering between Steve and Oliver.Even though I've tried to give Steve a second chance, I still can't stand him. It's hard to forget what he did to me, and the bullies still tease and make fun of me about the video. But I don't let it get me down for too long. I feel sad about it, sure, but I don't want to dwell on it and let it control my life.The coach's announcement startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Today we're doing a relay race! Get ready and check your partner in the book," he yelled.I rushed to the book and started flipping through its pages, hoping and praying that I wouldn't be pair
Steve pov:"I can't resist kissing you, my baby boy. And I don't think I want to." With a sly smile, I whispered into his ear.I gazed down at his face, his body sprawled beneath me. My eyes searched for answers, his pupils were shaking with confusion. "Steve..." he whispered, trying to say something.I leaned in closer, my breath hot on his skin. "Tell me, Jer. Do you want me to kiss you?" I teased, watching as he slowly nodded his head."Very well," I said, leaning in even closer. "With your mouth, yes or no?" His answer was barely a whisper, but the desire in his eyes was unmistakable. "Yes."I couldn't resist moving closer to him, feeling the heat of his body against mine. His lips were an irresistible temptation, so soft and inviting. Slowly, I let my hands wander down his body, lifting his shirt to reveal his toned stomach. My fingers traced his abs, feeling the muscles beneath my touch. I could feel his excitement building. I pressed my lips firmly against his, seeking permi
Steve pov:The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury."How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies.The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones.My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm.Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.I started hitting him with all my might, releasing all the pent-up frustration in me. Blow after blow landed on his face, but he didn't back down.Just as I was about to deliver the final blow, Luca intervened and shouted, "Steve, stop!"His voice brought me back to my senses and I realized that I
Jeremy pov:As Steve left the room, my mind was overwhelmed with thoughts of his gentle touch and the softness of his lips on mine. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, trying to rid myself of these distracting thoughts. Not in the mood to attend classes, I decided to skip and headed home. Upon texting Oliver, I received no reply, and when I called, his phone was switched off. The anxiety began to build up inside me, but I tried to remain composed.Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. Rushing down the stairs, I eagerly opened the door, hoping to see Oliver. To my surprise, it was Steve and Maggie who stood at the entrance.Although I felt a tinge of disappointment, my spirits lifted as I saw Maggie. Without hesitation, she ran into my arms and gave me a tight embrace. We laughed and spun around in joy until finally, I let her go. Looking up, I caught Steve's gaze, and his smile warmed my heart.I couldn't believe that Maggi was finally here, after all thes