It was July. Wes had been dating Trevor since March. The two of them were currently in Europe together. Good for them, Joven thought, Wes always wanted to go to Europe. However, Joven had a hard time convincing himself that he was happy for the two, in fact, he was jealous.
If one word could describe Trevor, it would be "liar." Nearly everything that came out of his mouth was a lie. "I won't hurt you Wes", "it won't happen again", "I'm sorry". It was Wesely who was truly sorry. Sorry he'd even met Trevor, and on some (particularly bad) days, sorry he'd ever been born.
Jealous. Joven wasn't the only one who was jealous. Wes knew of Trevor's jealousy, he could feel it. Feel it on his face, his entire body. Currently, he lay on the bathroom floor, trying to get himself together. It happened whenever Wes talked to Joven- phone call, internet, anything- it pissed Trevor off. "Aren't I good enough for you," Trevor often shouts.
Wes stood up and looked in the mirror. You look like shit!, Wes thought to himself, his face and body bruised. He grabbed his phone and looked at the picture of him and Joven, the one Trevor didn't know about.
"See you tommarrow buddy," Wes whispered.