Chapter 3
Title: Alexander's Mistake
Word Count: 200
"Leave it! It's not your concern. You have nothing to do with it!"
Alexander regretted it as soon as he backhanded Hephaistion's face when he jerked his arm free from Hephaistion's grip. He was angry and blinded by a rage. The regret turned to shock when he saw a cut on Hephaistion's face where the ring had met with his cheek. Even more so, Alexander was panicked when he encountered Hephaistion's icy cold blues.
"Fine."
That was all Hephaistion said before leaving the frozen and terrified Alexander behind. The fear of losing Hephaistion prevailed over the fear of rejection. Alexander ran after Hephaistion. He grabbed him from behind, and turned his friend to face him.
"I am sorry, Hephaistion, please forgive me."
Alexander traced a streak of blood on Hephaistion's cheek with his trembling thumb to wipe it off, but it merely smeared. The cut was not so deep, but it would leave a scar on Hephaistion's perfect face.
"I planted an ugly mark on your face…"
Tears welled up in Alexander's eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Hephaistion cupped his face, and whispered.
"Good. That will remind you not to make the same mistake again. Never push me away."
Title: Hephaistion's Mistake
Word Count: 100
"I'll race you to the waterfall!"
Hephaistion took off. He knew that Alexander could run faster, but there was quite a distance to the waterfall. The longer the distance was, the better the chance for Hephaistion to win.
As they ran further, Alexander fell behind, just as Hephaistion had expected. What he did not anticipate was for Alexander to stay right behind him. When they came close to the falls, and Hephaistion thought he had won, Alexander tackled him making both fall to the ground.
"You shouldn't have run in front of me, Hephaistion. Your back is such irresistible temptation."
Title: Alexander's Other Mistake
Word Count: 100
"Catch me if you can!"
Alexander dashed; being delighted, and listening to the sound of rough breathings Hephaistion made behind him. Joyful laughter escaped from two young men. Soon, Alexander stopped when he did not hear Hephaistion anymore. He looked back with worry.
He found Hephaistion doubled over bracing himself against his knees, breathing heavily with his shoulders. As Alexander moved closer, Hephaistion straightened himself out. Hephaistion's honey colored skin glittered in the sun, his cheeks flushed, his soft lips partially parted, and his blue eyes shimmering dark with lust.
"Got you … you should never have stopped, my Alexander."
