Dorian DeLoughrey
The car ride back home was unusually quiet, so when they were close to the house Dorian put in his AirPods and started listening to his biggest icon, G-Eazy ahhh. Even Davina who always tried to break the silence didn’t say anything, she was just focused on the road. Maybe her mind was on Daniel who caused such an awful scene and she tried to understand why it happened because that’s exactly what was on Dorian’s mind. And Elodie’s. Dorian wasn’t surprised, in all honesty, but he didn’t expect Daniel would do something like that at a funeral. Even he should have some respect but it looked like he didn’t. What made Dorian more upset was who he saw go after him as he was basically carried out of the church. She just had to be there. He felt like she was everywhere, even if this was only the second time he’s seen her since she came back. He still remembers the moment he walked in the restaurant with Sadie a few days before prom and after four years seeing here with Jezebel. It was almost unreal and it took him a few seconds to realize it was actually her. He didn’t even know how to act that day. If Sadie didn’t accept Jezebel’s offer he would leave that place in a heartbeat. But he couldn’t. A threatening dm he received from Daniel was all he could think about since seeing her. That and another thing he never mentioned to anyone, something he tried to forget about. But Jessica was back. She was really back in town.
Entering the house with his mother and sister following behind, he went straight to the kitchen to grab a glass of water only to find the room in a complete mess. “What the-“ lowering down the music and taking one of his pods out, he heard his mother as her footsteps got closer to him and she walked pass him to kitchen island, looking around in shock. He was also confused but he didn’t think much about it - who knows what Dylan was up to while they were gone. And he didn’t really want to know. “Now, why is Dylan your favorite?” Dorian said in a joking way but there was still some truth in it. “I’m gonna take a shower…” He mumbled, leaving her standing alone in the kitchen, mad at what she was seeing, before hearing, “Tell him to come downstairs right now. We’re expecting-“
“Yeah, yeah,” he shouted back as he was starting to walk up the stairs at that point, already taking off the itchy shirt she made him wear that morning and turning up the music.
If there was one thing he liked about their house, it was the fact that he had his own bathroom. If he had a fridge in his room he would almost never leave it, unless he’d have to go somewhere. His room was his own little private place and his whole family knew they shouldn’t enter without knocking. But they would never bothering him, his room was also always locked and that’s what he did know - entering the room and closing the door behind him, he locked it and threw the shirt on his bed before unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. His back was facing the bathroom door as he completely stripped down with music still blasting and as he turned to open the drawer with towels he did not only bump into something… someone, the person fell on top of him. ”The fu-“ he was ready to jell, annoyed at what just happened and annoyed at someone being in his room, but when he realized who it was he quickly shut his mouth, unable to move. If it was anyone else but Jessica, this would be one great day for Dorian, ignoring the fact he just came back from a funeral. “Why are you wet?” He finally spoke up - almost yelled, as he removed his hands from her wet body and his eyes automatically traveled down. “Why are you in my room?” He continued in the same tone, looking back up to meet her eyes, annoyance written all over his face.