“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲.”
@jockentitled / from the old blog.
❛ yeah. yeah, thanks. ❜ words are quiet but genuine, hands gently rubbing at fists. there was an ounce of regret, a wish that certain parts of tonight hadn’t happened. the party hadn’t been so bad, & maybe monty didn’t entirely regret the time he’d spent with winston, but things quickly derailed at the end there. he didn’t want to hurt winston, not really, but there had been this sudden intense fear when winston had talked to him, as if bryce or alex seeing them talking would be the end of the world. he wants to think that bryce would still love him even if he knew, but the voice in his head is saying that’s not going to be the case. head’s a blur, a mixture of alcohol & emotions. fear courses through him, paranoia strong. ❛ you don’t... you’re SURE he won’t tell? ❜ the fear in his voice is obvious, it’s so beyond clear that this was more than just a drunk fight. bryce may have paid winston off, but how could monty be sure that the secret would be kept? did money mean anything at all to these hillcrest kids? it certainly didn’t mean that much to bryce. ❛ if he tells... ❜ but bryce doesn’t even know what he’d be telling. not really. because it’s not about the fight, monty doesn’t care if people know that he beat winston up. it’s the reason why, it’s all the things he’d done with winston BEFORE he beat him up. ❛ fuck, man. i can’t have him going ‘round spouting shit. ❜
