Julio stared at his loading screen as Discord opened up. He ran his palm over his face and groaned, his heart pounding in his ears as he found his private chat with Anon. Fuck. Okay. You got this, Juice. Just… be Jordan. Don’t be a pussy.

He took a deep breath, cracking his knuckles. He glanced over his shoulder at his roommate Jordan, who was laying on the top bunk. Jordan gave him a thumbs-up and an annoying eyebrow wiggle – goofy. Julio’s fingers hesitated over the keys, the nervousness feeling more like knives in his gut. He chewed on his bottom lip, his leg bouncing restlessly under the desk. He stretched his collection of pink coils. “Bruh, this is so fucked up,” Julio mumbled into the sleeve of his hoodie. His throat burned as he remembered that Anon was never really his. For two goddamn years. Two years of pouring his heart out to them, two years of inside jokes and sleepy late-night voice calls. His nervous ‘I love yous’ and promises of a future together once they closed the distance – and this whole fucking time, Anon was saying those same things to his fucking best friend.

Man, fuck.

He pulled up Jordan’s account that his homie was so kind to let him use. The cheerful pic of Jordan’s signature grin made him feel sick. “Hey baby, what’s good?” he typed out. This had to work. He needed Anon to slip up and mention something about the fact that they were dating both of them at the same time.

He blinked. What the fuck was he trying to gain here? A tiny part of him hoped that this was all a misunderstanding. That his baby would never cheat on him, that they loved him and only him.

And yet, the logical part of him knew that was a lie. Knew that he needed the truth on some level. That the moment Anon started messing around with Jordan, it was over, wasn’t it? The pictures, the piles of nudes, the needy voice notes when Julio was fucking asleep. Fuck, man. Fuck.

Anon is typing.

Game time.