Hey guys! This is my very first story and I'm excited to do this. I'm also working on another one if you're interesting. I've been writing this for a long time and I think I've advanced enough to start updating. First of all, I must ask you to trust me and be patient, I swear I know what I'm doing, this is in case you don't like where the story is going, but, seriously, it'll work. Also, I'm not a native English speaker nor a US resident so I apologize for any mistake in my writing. The first chapters will maybe look kind of lazy, but I think I've improved. This is a darker (probably kind of soapy) version of BTR.
With nothing left to say, let's get started!
The day started as usual at the police station. Sun, paperwork, cases, and lots of coffee. From all the detectives, three were well known for being the best of the best.
Gabriel Donovan, Santy Bolt and Alfred Bronx were the dynamic trio, forces that were capable of almost everything when united. Always getting the best cases, the most horrible ones.
Same was at Palmwoods High School, where four friends were taking the same routine as they've done the last years together. Kendal Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, Logan Mitchell. All of them in their senior year. Best friends forever. Well, two of them already a couple.
Their lives were never easy. Kendall and his little sister were kids of a single mother, and he always felt the pressure and urge of protecting Katie since he was the man in the house. He met Jo Taylor at freshman year and started a beautiful relationship with her the following year. God, they were like an old married couple.
James' parents were never at home, and he practically lived at Kendall's since he lived close to his house. His crush was always Camille Roberts. He won her heart at junior year and found happiness in her. She was always there for him and viceversa, filling the emptyness his parents left.
Carlos' father died in a shooting three years ago. He was very close with Gabriel, his godfather, since he had been his father's best friend. His mother's grief lasted a year. After that she met, and later married, Fabio Lanzoni, who was kind and funny, the almost perfect stepfather.
Logan was the genius, fairly cataloged as the nerd. He always knew he was into men. When he came out, his mother freaked and tried to kick him out and his father came to the rescue just in time, which resulted in an awful divorce and his father having full custody of him. He and Carlos started dating at 16, two years ago.
"Have you seen Carlos? He missed Math and I'm kinda worried" said Logan suddenly.
"I haven't" said James.
"I have" said Kendall. "He seemed to be in a hurry".
And there he came, smiling as always, hiding something behind his back.
"Where have you been?" asked Logan.
Carlos said nothing. He just gave him what he had: flowers, apparently taken from the school garden.
"You skipped class just to get your boyfriend some flowers?" asked Kendall amused.
Logan smirked and took the flowers. "I like them. But don't skip class for this again".
Then his expression changed. "Carlos, your hands are bleeding!"
Carlos looked at his hands and laughed, cleaning them with a tissue. "Stupid thorns".
"Where were you after getting them?" asked James. "I mean, you missed two hours of class".
"Since I had nothing else to do, I went to sleep at the gym, until the janitor kicked me out" replied Carlos. "Anyway, what did I miss?"
"Second grade equations" said Logan. "Not that it's too difficult. Don't worry, I told Mrs Richards you didn't feel well and she bought it".
Finally, the bell rang. The four friends made their way out, smiling, joking, as always. Jo and Camille joined them at the doorway, talking about their days and pointing out how cute was what Carlos had done and daring their boyfriends to do the same.
"Are you crazy? Mrs Richards loves me. If I skip her class, she'll die of sadness" said James
"I wouldn't be surprised if James is having an affair with Mrs Richards" whispered Jo to Kendall's ear.
"I know, right? They're meant for each other" grinned him.
Camille glared at them. James stopped laughing. "Well, um, what you guys want to do?"
"I just want to go home and rest. I'm feeling kind of tired" replied Carlos.
"You're tired?" God, this must be a miracle!" said Camille, laughing.
Suddenly, from the other side of the street, they saw Gabriel running towards them.
"Carlos, come with me. Something horrible has happened" he said.
"What? What happened?"
"Just... Just come with me. Logan, you too" replied the detective.
Both boys said goodbye to their friends and followed Gabriel to Carlos' house. It was surrounded by policemen, cars and an ambulance.
Carlos reached Santy and Alfred. "Guys, what's going on? What's all this? Where's my mother?"
Both detectives gave him a sad look.
"Carlos, your mother has been taken to the hospital due to a panic attack" said Santy.
"That doesn't seem too big for such a scandal" said Carlos. "And Fabio?"
"Follow me" said Alfred.
They entered the living room, near the stairs. "I'm so sorry, Carlos".
Both boys gasped in horror as Logan held strongly Carlos' hand.
Beneath the stairs, with the head completely mashed and a bloody hammer next to it, was Fabio's dead body.
Let's say this is like an introduction, some context. I promise the next chapters will be so much better (and longer).
On the next THE HUNTER:
The police gets their first suspects!
James reveals something that compromises his and his friends' reliability.
Kendall and James tell Alfred about Fabio's real whereabouts.