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IF THERE'S ONE THING OCTANE IS KNOWN for it would be shitty late-night booty calls like this, why the hell is he calling at half-past twelve? He was probably lonely and decided that maybe, just maybe you would let him hit it one more time. There’s no harm in trying after all.
You couldn't count how many damn times you scolded him for still messing around with you, you found someone
new,
and well... if Octavio couldn't understand that you might as well cut him off completely.
He knew you were right to cut off ties with him but were you really seeing a new guy? After all the countless times he had you seeing stars? Could anyone really compete with him? The answer was no, but you kept on telling yourself the new person would help you forget him.
And you did, temporarily. Until that familiar number popped up on your screen, you could’ve sworn you blocked him, did he get a new phone? He probably did. He’s always breaking his phones.. for some reason, you respond. Deciding to entertain him just for tonight.
And yet you didn't, for some reason you didn't. If you were being completely honest you never really did cut off this whole affair with sliva, you just silently declared to call it quits, and it seems like he wasn't going to have that lame excuse.
He texted a simple ❛ are u up? ❜ to which you reply with ❛ What do you want Silva. ❜ he responds pretty quickly. stating that he just needed to see you. you respond with a short ❛ Sure. ❜ , it's surprising how quick he shows up, it takes him about five minutes to show up at your doorstep.
He looks.. rougher than usual, obviously sleep-deprived, and.. he has a cut on his brow? This visit seemed like it was for other reasons, maybe he needed a distraction. And it seems like you'd be his guilty pleasure for tonight. ❛ Can’t believe you're still up chica, didn’t think you would respond ❜
Well, you’ve been up for awhile, and he knows that, just like he knows your horrible sleep schedule. It shows on that shit eating grin of his.
Instead of replying to him you take the time to study Octavio.. and he looks.. horrible, there was a fresh cut that kissed his brow probably from the games and he looked tired, dark circles adorn his lower eyes.
You usher him in, hands grabbing the daredevil by his arm, a sound of amusement escapes his lips, and for a moment you forgot how frustrating it is to deal with him. It’s almost like he has no self regard for himself.
You're quick to work at his wounds, working at his brow first, his curious gaze follows your every move, you were so gentle with him.. He hated how good you made him feel that warm mushy feeling in his chest always came again he wasn't planning for this to happen, all he needed was some place he could go to clear his head about his dad and Ajay. And yet? He leans into your touch, sighing softly at your touch, the stress seems to magically go away.
You really were a wonder, and you would never know. A few more moments of silence pass between you two, you finish your final bandaid, and gaze at it for a few moments, your gaze then lingers on Octavio. His gaze seems to linger on you too, lazy hues gaze at you with excitement, it's laced with a deeper appreciation. Being here with you gave him deja vu.. he's been here, and he's done this before.
These nights used to be nights of you and him, and now? Shit.. who do you spend these night with? some other guy? it's not his business, but there's an obvious look of annoyance that paints on his visage, and you know exactly what it is. Lips curve into a smile, a small 〞 tuh 〞 escapes your lips, with that you back up from Octavio, leaving him stary—eyed and alone on the couch.
❛ Chica.. ❜ you already know what he's going to say, and you just can't do this again with Silva, saying yes to this was a mistake ❛ No Octavio.. shit. don't start ❜ but he did anyways, you know he would. The daredevil stands from his seat, making his way to you, each step more nimble than the last.
You back up, maintaining a distance from him, but here you are. in a corner, meeting eyes with green haired man ❪ adorned with a toothy grin ❫ you could punch him right now, you really could. But you didn't, your chest heaves and ho's, you close your eyes waiting for his next move with a heightened and here you are thinking to yourself, this man would be the death of you.
He leans in, placing a small kiss on your jawline and forehead whispering a small ❛ Thank you.. ❜ you’re taken aback, eyes widen in search of Octavio, but he’s gone. Leaving you with your thoughts once more, but you’re left even more confused, what the hell did that mean?