TW: Suicidal thoughts
"Kyle?!" Matt's shocked voice rang out from the driveway. Oh man, he saw me almost give Ethan a peck on the cheek, didn't he? Now he's going to out me as bisexual to Mom and Dad before I can even get a chance to leave. Matt grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Ethan, shielding me behind him. "What do you think you're doing?! I've never seen a proper guy out of the ones who ride stolen motorcycles! Don't you dare come near my brother, you scumbag!"
There he goes, acting like he cares again. Wait, would Ethan beat up Matt on my behalf for raging like this? Why'd he just let Matt call him a scumbag? Why didn't he defend himself?
"I didn't know my bike was stolen. You got proof?" Ethan said, calm and collected. "Report me, go on. I dare you. But you don't need to worry about Kyle anymore, I'll be keeping him company from now on."
Huh? Why did Ethan seem so calm? "You... well, anyway, you can't just keep—"
