The Badboy's Heartbeat

Seventeen-year-old Jordi Adkins' life became both liberating and nightmarish right after he came out of the closet. While enjoying the perks of freedom, he's also being followed by the nightmare in the form of the notorious bad boy Xavier Rockwell. When Jordi finally gathered enough courage to stand up for himself, he got beaten up.Things became clear: Xavier won't stop making Jordi's life difficult, and he has to live with it for the rest of his high school life. Jordi decides to attend a house party and drink his hatred and frustration out. When Jordi wakes up the following morning, he realizes that he just woke up to the craziest plot twist of his life. He wakes up in bed only to find a naked Xavier cuddled right beside him.Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coinc

JORDI ADKINSWhen I got home, I felt extremely uncomfortable from the sticky feeling caused by the juice that Xavier poured all over my body. Not only that, I could still feel the pain of the punch from my stomach. I immediately rushed towards the shower.I hugged my legs as I began to cry in absolute silence. The sound of the cold water trickling down from the shower wasn’t loud enough to deafen my utter frustration. I really thought I could finally stand up for myself but I was actually being delusional.Xavier punched me twice in the stomach and I almost thought he’s going to kill me, thankfully the janitress showed up just in the nick of time and eventually shooed them away. The janitress wanted to go to the principal’s office and tell everything what happened but I’m very much aware that’s not going to be a good idea in the grand scale of things. It would just make things even worse plus, I don’t want my parents worrying about me, most especially my mom.I had to convince the jan

Xavier Rockwell“Hahaha, you really beat the shit out of that loser, man!” My friend Nixon began chuckling proudly as if what I did was the best thing in the whole world that I should be proud of it.We just stormed out of the school campus right after the janitress showed up and found us poking fun out of Jordi Adkins. We were now on our way towards our usual hang out spot under the bridge.“Nah, that’s nothing.” I shook my head knowing that pouring juice all over Jordi and punching him in the gut wasn’t even it. Hitting curly tops wasn’t even as satisfying for me to say the least. If the janitress hadn’t showed up, I’d probably kicked Jordi’s ass even more until he cries and calls his mama.“Hey, aren’t you being a little too harsh on him lately?” Darren asked basically stating what he’d just noticed. He seemed to be on a different page as me and Nixon. For all I know, he was the first one who grabbed Jordi and pushed him inside the janitor’s closet in first place.“Nah, just seeing

JORDI ADKINSOnce upon a time, there was a teenage gay boy named Jordi Adkins who made the biggest mistake of his life yet. He got drunk and wasted at a house party and woke up the next morning with that naked mistake.Well, shit, that teenage gay boy was me and that’s the shittiest thing that has ever happened to my shitty life. It took me the whole weekend to let the reality that I hooked up with Xavier Rockwell sink in. Getting wasted at that stupid house party was clearly a mistake on my part. However, I’m not going to put all of the blame on me. Xavier’s a total douchebag for letting it all happen and he’s clearly part responsible. One second he’s just making my life a freaking nightmare and the next thing I know; he just made his way inside my ass.“Jane, if I give you five bucks right now, would you dare to slap me?” Sitting right next to Jane, I just made this weird offer that made her cinch her eyebrows on me.“Are you okay, Jordi?” She turned her focus on me giving me that u

XAVIER ROCKWELLI wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heardI wish I had a better voice that sang some better wordsI wish I found some chords in an order that is newI wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sangI was told when I get older, all my fears would shrinkBut now I'm insecure, and I care what people thinkI plugged in my earphones and while the music played loud as fuck, the beating inside my chest was even louder almost thunderous. I don’t really know what’s happening to me. I just saw Jordi Adkins pass by right in front of me and then boom, there goes my anxiety. Throughout the entire weekend, I haven’t really stopped thinking about what happened between the two of us. I wouldn’t consider being preoccupied as a blessing but I would admit that I somehow, in a weird way, forgot about the madness that’s been living in our tiny little apartment.My name's Blurryface and I care what you thinkMy name's Blurryface and I care what you thinkFrom a certain distance,