Page 31 of Toxic

I glanced toward Sean and Alvin and noticed the latter staring at Don with an unusual intensity.

"Alvin's probably hoping Don will fuck him," I muttered, as Don turned around with his tray and hurried over to Sean and Alvin.

"Good luck with that. Don’s dick is smaller than most betas’. It’s practically in omega territory."

I gaped at him, surprised by the venom in his voice.

"Less work during handjobs for you, I guess," I said, trying not to sound too bitter.

"What the fuck? I’ve never given him a handjob or a blowjob," he responded with irritation.

I stared at him for a moment. "You haven’t? So how do you know?"

Soren didn’t answer.

After a moment, I asked in a hushed tone, "So, what were you doing with him in that dark hallway after the party last month? Just kissing and making out?"

Soren visibly shuddered at my question, and glared at me angrily. "I’ve never kissed anyone besides Anton. That’s something I'd only do with someone I love, like I told you before."

I didn’t press for more, but after a few seconds, he spoke again anyway.

"I wanted you to think it was like that. We just went out the side exit for a smoke. Nothing happened."

Wow. So that’s how it really went down. I stared at my coffee cup, trying to figure out how to respond to this revelation. Soren was… complicated, to say the least.

"It’s a bit twisted," I said quietly, finally settling on that comment. He just shrugged.

We soon finished our coffee, and Soren stepped outside to smoke. As he lit up, he raised an eyebrow and nodded toward my pocket.

"So, I guess you don’t actually smoke."

Spreading my arms, I grinned sheepishly. "I don’t. It was just a way to get your attention."

"It’s a bit twisted," he shot back at me, and I made a face in response.

Soren snorted and blew a puff of smoke in my direction until I coughed.

"Hey! Not the same level!" I protested, but he kinda ignored it.

"So many things aren’t what they seem…" he muttered, taking a deep drag, and averting his eyes.

That seemingly casual remark was heavy with meaning—I could feel it.

Then we had another lecture, but in a smaller room where everyone usually sat close together. This time was no different; I ended up sitting right next to Soren, our arms touching, which made it hard for me to focus on the lecture. I noticed he didn’t make any effort to put more space between us, even though he easily could’ve shifted a bit to the left. But he didn’t, so we spent the entire lecture with our arms pressed against each other, and I struggled to listen to the professor’s words.

As the class ended, I quietly asked, "So, can I come over tonight?"

I saw him clench his jaw, but he nodded and said, "Yeah. At 8 pm."

Another wave of exhilaration washed over me as I smiled at him, but I didn’t expect him to smile back; he looked even more confused, almost uncomfortable with his own agreement.

All evening, I couldn’t wait. I went to the gym with Archer and Gabriel, and after we got back, I lay on my bed, fidgeting andtossing around until Alvin looked up and asked what was wrong with me.

I shrugged. "Nothing. So, how’s it going with Don? You hang out a lot lately."

Alvin grimaced. "You bring up the subject again? Oh, well. Don just doesn’t want to give up. He’s stubbornly into Soren. But I saw you both today in the cafeteria—you’re definitely doing me a favor. Don will eventually lose hope if he sees you with Soren."

"We just hung out."

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