Jacob's pov
The slamming of the door is what disturbs me out of my reading spot by the window.
"Turns out, I got all the answers I need!" Troye yells, waving papers in the air.
I quirk a brow up and give him a look as ask why he's in a yelling mood.
"Hm?" I ask.
"Fuck you, Bixenman. I don't know why I ever trusted you." He mutters, shaking his head at me and throwing the papers on the couch.
I do all I know how to, think. Think of every possible scenario as to why it is he's so angry and why at me. What have I done?
"I-" I let out quietly as he storms to his room.
I don't know.
"What?" I ask, hearing him ruffle through things in his room.
"Don't act so oblivious." He speaks with such hurt it nearly breaks my heart, walking out of his room with a duffle bag of his things.
"What have I done?" I try, "Baby, please."
"Next time keep your dick clean before you stick it in innocent willing boys." He spits, turning away and walking right out the door.
I walk over to the sofa and pick up the papers, picking them up only to find... lab test results.
Troye Sivan, HIV+.
