Time quickly passed by. It had been two weeks since I had last seen Theon. After the incident and our talk in my house that weekend, everything seemed lighter and better. I forgave Theon and still spoke to him on the phone.
I’ve cleared the matter with Alex, and he apologized to me for taunting Theon. He admitted he provoked him since he was too drunk and wasted that night. Nevertheless, his and Theon’s mutual feeling of hate lingered, and the testosteronic atmosphere between them surged.
Since Theon punched him first, it was just his instinct to fight back, but that didn’t last since Theon’s driver meddled though he said Greg helped Theon and beat him as well.
I understood it and couldn’t blame Alex, but I’d frankly told him that I would distance myself for a while from him. I got
