ADDICTED [BoyxBoy]

06 | тrєαcнєroυs

I'd be smart to walk away

But you're quicksand

Chapter 06 ~ Treacherous

     Max Caldwell

I have no idea how I became the football team's personal punching bag.

Come to think of it, it had always been this way. Ever since middle school when I started to wear tighter clothes, talk a little higher, and spend extra time on my hair, the other boys thought I was weird. They would tease me for having Justin Bieber posters in my locker and always having friends that were girls.

I've realized that high school was much more laid back than middle school, but the football team had been bullying me for so long that I really didn't think my sexual orientation was the reason anymore. They simply did it because it made them laugh and feel better about themselves. It had gone on so long that I had gotten used to it.

So when I found myself trying to rinse the piss-water out of my hair the next day at school, I wasn't exactly surprised.

"You really should tell a teacher or something," Jamie commented from beside me. He was propped up against one of the bathroom sinks with a towel in hand.

I scoffed. "What's that going to do?" I asked before I stuck my head under the faucet again, letting the freezing water run over my hair. "They practically kiss up to all the teachers. They'll get a suspension, at most, then they'll come after me for ratting them out."

Jamie released a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes at me. "At least they'll be able to do something. You can't just let them keep doing this to you. I'm sorta getting tired of being your towel boy."

I pulled my head out from under the faucet and shook it violently, letting the water splatter onto the walls. "Of course you are," I said bitterly as I stalked over to him to grab the towel from his hands. "Being my towel boy is the one thing you actually do for me, and you don't want to do it?"

Jamie raised an offended brow. "That's not the only thing I do for you."

I dried my hair with the towel and tossed it back to him, taking him by surprise. "Really? What do you do for me, then?" He stared back at me in awe, like I had just asked the dumbest question ever. When he didn't respond, I continued, "Let's face it. The only reason you bother talking to me is because you feel sorry for me."

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, it was the truth. I had my first interaction with Jamie a few years back when he threatened to do some pretty twisted stuff to Matt and his friends in order to stop them from humiliating me any further.

I had actually fooled myself into thinking that Jamie and I were friends, since he'd always be around to help me out. Somewhere along the road, I developed a crush on him that I thought he reciprocated. After all, we had sex about a billion times. How was I supposed to know he didn't like me in that way?

Regardless, we both sought different things from each other. I wanted a relationship, and he wanted sex. I was willing to do whatever he wanted in hopes that it would eventually lead to something more. It didn't.

Since then, the football jocks only resorted to bullying me when Jamie wasn't around, which was most of the time considering he was too caught up with his boyfriend to care about me anymore.

This was exactly what Dr. Reis warned me about. How could I get over Jamie when I was constantly hoping that he would realize we were supposed to be together?

Jamie didn't seem like he was going to say anything to defend himself. He just stood there with a dumb, perplexed look growing on his face.

"Look, forget I said anything." I started to gather my belongings, stuffing them angrily into my backpack.