When we were Wallflowers

Chapter 12: Beloved Brent

A long chapter for a long wait with big plot development. Dedicated to @Royal_wetness for her hilarious comments.

Brent must've paced the boys bathroom for at least half an hour.

His mind was a confusing mess of emotions and thoughts. His hands kept involuntarily flexing into tight fists then straightening out his fingers until he could feel them stretch. He paced to the far right wall of the bathroom, his trainers sticking to the slightly damp floor as he walked. He took a breath when he reached the blue tiled wall that had a penis drawn on it. He swivelled and paced to the far left wall of the bathroom next to the entrance. He took a breath. Then paced to the far right wall again.

What did he do? What was he supposed to do?

He had ran to the bathroom after finishing his talk with Trisha. He had broken up with her which was the right thing to do, that he was certain of. But now came the time that he truly had to reflect on his actions and what they said about him. He knew what he did with Finley was bad, but he hadn't taken the time to consider why he had done it with Finley. There, of course, was a simple answer.

He was gay.

He stopped his pacing and crouched down, his head fell heavy into his hands.

He had turned 18 not too long ago. Didn't people normally have their sexualities all figured out by the time they reached 18? Granted, Brent hadn't had much chance to experiment, okay, he had never experimented ever. No boyfriend, no girlfriend -apart from Trisha- and he was a virgin.

However, lack of experience didn't mean that he didn't know himself. Did it? Eighteen years. Surely, he knew what he liked by now.

He liked Finley. He liked him a lot. It was a shame they hadn't talked more before this year, Brent was sure they would've been great friends before they had to leave for college. He'd ruined their chance at friendship though through his stupid horniness. He had to end things with Finley before everything got even worse, before he ruined their new friendship beyond repair.

He let out his frustration in a loud sigh.

The bathroom door creaked open. He turned around, his heart racing at the possibility of Finley walking in on him. He wasn't ready to talk to him yet.

Ezra and Jordan stood in the doorway with perplexed looks on there face as they stared down at Brent.

"Woah. The fuck's up with you, bro?" Asked Jordan.

"Um," Brent looked back at the gross floor, "I'm just taking a break."

"You're taking a break on the floor that Jordan pissed on last week." Said Ezra.

"Hey! Not cool, you promised you wouldn't tell!"

"Brent's not going to tell anyone."

Brent rose from the floor, more disgusted with the bathroom than he already was.

"So why did you need to take a break?" Asked Ezra. "Is everything okay?"

He wanted to tell someone. What had happened between him and Finley had settled within his throat and he felt as if he was going to burst if he didn't tell somebody. Ezra was much more trustworthy than Jordan. He couldn't ask Jordan to leave though, that would be rude, and even if he had lost his chivalry by cheating on Trisha and avoiding Finley, he still had his manners.

"Yes. I just need a break before I go back to class." He smiled politely at Jordan and Ezra who still looked worried.

"Okay..." Jordan brushed past Brent and went straight to the urinal.