LGBTQ+

Reilley's POV
"Let go of me!" I gathered all my strength and pushed him. He barely moved.
I scooted away from him and show him my fists. He stared at me. Amusement is visible in his eyes. He likes what he's seeing, huh? Bring it on freak. My fists may be small but they're well trained on pulling root crops. I'll pull that fear inside that air buffed body of yours.
He smirked.
"You think I'll just let you bully me?" I blurted. He picked the picture I've dropped on the floor and stared at it for good three seconds. He put his hands in his pockets and remained silent.
"Bring it on chicken. I may be small but I can knock you out with just one punch like a stick," I provoked. The arrogance in my voice doesn't really match my physical appearance but who cares? I'd rather try my luck on scaring him off than just let him get his way.
Others might be scared of him but I'm not on the list.
He's st

Reilley's POV
"You're brothers?" My eyes are wide and round when I heard his confession. I mean I was expecting they'll be relatives but I never imagined that they would be siblings. They resemble each other but it's quite hard to believe that they're half brothers. That's just not it.
"Do we not look alike?" he asked. I blinked my eyes before shaking my head. I smiled at him and raise my hand like as if I'm trying to say that it's not what he thinks. "Hahaha! It's okay. I get that a lot. We're far different from each other, aren't we?"
I nodded my head.
"Is it because I'm brown and he's white?" he asked again. I pouted my lips and nod again. "Yeah, it's hard to believe but we came from the same father and we're in the same age."
My wild thoughts start to cirle my wild imagination. So they have different mothers? One of them is the legal child and the other one isn't. I wonder who?
"Luke

Reilley's POV
Luke and I had a great talk. I wasn't expecting him to be a talkative type. He looked like a shy introverted guy to me. I learned a lot from him especially how this school works. I heard that the owner of this school is somehow friends with Governor Ardiante. It's not a surprise.
A governor should know what's inside his area of responsibility. That sounded like a weather forecast.
Luke is kind enough to treat me for lunch and yeah. We're kind of close now. I think? He gave me tons of warnings by the way. He didn't like the idea of me going back to my dorm but it's not like I have a choice.
I was about to turn the knob and open the door when someone grabbed my arm. My eyes grew big as I sensed an enemy from behind. I turned my body to protect myself but my lips parted when I saw the same guy from earlier. The brown haired one.
"Did I startle you?" he asked.
I withdraw my arm from him and shake my head. The concern in his eyes is making me blush.
"I'm Trevor. Do you remember me?"
"Yes."
He smiled and give me his hand. I accepted it sheepishly.
"It's nice to meet you. You're Reilley Lannes, right?"
"Yeah," I said in a small voice. I'm not even sure if he heard me. I don't know. I'm just shy. If it weren't for him, I would have get punched on the face by that Deavon guy. "Thank you by the way." I lifted my head to look at him. He looks just like Luke but he's way brown than him.
"Here." Trevor grabbed a small card from his pocket and gave it to me.
"What's this for?" I asked.
"Call me if you need me." He threaded his fingers through his hair before leaving me with a handsome smile on his face.
As soon as he disappeared from my sight, I gasped for air.
I must admit he's handsome, but I really didn’t get his point.
I shook the thoughts away and opened the door. I sighed in relief when I saw the empty room. Deavon is not here. That's good. Luke told me that they will try to cool him down so that there are less chances of him beating me up. I don't know.
If they knew that he's going to beat me up then why don't they yield him to the dean and let them suspend him. Are they that afraid of him? Because of what? Just because he's a governor's son? He should be ashamed of himself.
He's a governor's son but his attitude stinks.
It's already three in the afternoon. I already put my stuffs to where they belong. Luke told me that I don't really have to worry about Deavon staying here all the time because he has a separate room for himself in this school and that sounded fishy actually but yeah. So that's good.
They're trying to buy me time before I get myself a new room. I just need to get my ass on the office and ask for room relocation. It's not that hard but the young dean was not there. She left. I think I'll be able to talk to her tomorrow.
I lay flat on the bed and stare at the ceiling. I still can't believe that I managed to get myself a university where everything is free. They will even give me allowance. How cool is that?
This place would have been perfect if I didn't meet this guy called Deavon.
I wonder why they're so scared of him. They let him yell and scream at students. If that happened in my previouss school, he would get a month suspension. He acts like he owns this place. What is he? A king? Psh.
I turned my head to his side of the room. His color palette is mainly black and white. His stuffs are organized despite the fact that he looks not so organized in the inside. I couldn't help wondering what kind of person he is on earth.
I suddenly felt the urge to go through his stuffs. I'm sure that he's still somewhere out there. Leo is good at making people distracted.
"Let's see," I whispered to myself. I literally have no idea what I'm doing right now. Why am I touching his stuffs?! This would get me in big trouble.
I opened his closet and my lips parted when I saw his perfectly aligned clothes. Just like his bed and other stuffs, they're mainly black and white.
A drawer?
I heaved a sigh. Nope Reilley. That's enough. You don't touch what's not yours. Do you even know how short tempered your roommate is. He looked like a person that could eat you alive. He's a complete psychopath. A devil.
But yeah. I did touch his drawer and slid it open. My body has its own life.
I was expecting to see undergarments or other clothes but what I saw is a small chest. It looked like it's hiding something special. I raised my hand to pick it up. There's no lock.
I opened the chest and my pupils dilated when I saw a picture of a young girl.
"You're cute," I mumbled. Is this his sister? I'm not expecting to see a soft spot from a devil like him. He keeps his sister's picture inside his closet and hidden. Is he shy to show to the world that he's a nice brother?
His sister reminds me of Eunice.
"I missed that little lady so much."
I smiled bitterly. I will be able to meet them after this semester anyway. I hope I'll get a hold of myself.
"What are you doing?"
My eyes widened when a cold voice suddenly speaks behind me. I glanced at the door and my legs turned noodles when I saw Deavon looking at me dangerously. His eyes went down to the picture I'm holding. His eyes grew big.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY STUFFS!" he yelled so loud that I accidentally drop the picture on the floor making him more frantic. His face turned so dark that I couldn't recognize him anymore.
"I was just..." I tried to explain myself but I know that I'll just fuck things up worse.
I shouldn't have touched his stuffs from the start. I'm at fault.
"I'm sorry," is all I managed to say. He lifted his head to look at me. His dead stare brought shivers down my spine.
I flinched when he stepped forward to me. I moved back. I winced when he stepped forward again. I stepped back again in fear.
My body is shaking because of the way he looks at me. I don't know how he made his stormy gray eyes really dark but it's so scary I can shit myself in the pants right now.
My eyes widened when I felt the hard door behind me. It's the bathroom. Shit I'm stuck.
He got closer and closer to me, his gloomy eyes fixing on me with a deadly stare. Suddenly he reached out his left hand towards me and I immediately closed my eyes in fear.
However, the punch as I imagined did not land on my face, instead, I felt some rough but warm touch on my cheek.
What was he doing? Was he stroking my face?
My whole body was tingling because of his touch.
He cupped my chin and lifted my head. I didn’t know how to react. His dark eyes made me deeply lost.
"Do you want to play with the devil?"

Reilley's POV
"Let go of me!" I gathered all my strength and pushed him. He barely moved.
I scooted away from him and show him my fists. He stared at me. Amusement is visible in his eyes. He likes what he's seeing, huh? Bring it on freak. My fists may be small but they're well trained on pulling root crops. I'll pull that fear inside that air buffed body of yours.
He smirked.
"You think I'll just let you bully me?" I blurted. He picked the picture I've dropped on the floor and stared at it for good three seconds. He put his hands in his pockets and remained silent.
"Bring it on chicken. I may be small but I can knock you out with just one punch like a stick," I provoked. The arrogance in my voice doesn't really match my physical appearance but who cares? I'd rather try my luck on scaring him off than just let him get his way.
Others might be scared of him but I'm not on the list.
He's still watching me. He's looking directly on my eyes and for some reason, I find it more terrifying. He

Chapter 7