Chapter 1-4

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Trey heaves, his hand flying out to grip Brent’s forearm, hard. The car swerves dangerously. “Damn it, Trey! What’s up?” “Pull over, will ya? Think I’m gonna be sick.” Trey doesn’t have to tell Brent twice though he would have gladly puked inside Brent’s car especially after what Brent has done to him—staying at the club long after closing time. Thanks to Brent, Trey has spent most of the last few hours at the club sprawled unconscious on the couch. Trey’s head is throbbing and if anything bad happens later on at the set, Trey will certainly lay the blame on Brent. Brent pulls over and Trey bolts from the car. He staggers to a back alley where he crouches down, emptying his stomach. His head clears after a bit and he straightens up, groaning and wiping at his mouth. He feels a lot bet

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