Little Black Lies (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Five

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Mason's POV:

"You know, the kid's not that bad," Christian tells me with a raised eyebrow, ruffling my hair. "He's super nice, actually."

I roll my eyes, gently pushing his hand away. "I know," I say softly. "I just can't- I can't. I just can't." I shake my head, leaning into him.

Chris gives me a soft smile and leans over, placing a small kiss on my lips. "No one's asking you to do anything, Mason. I, uh... I'd honestly prefer if you didn't do anything..."

"I don't want to," I say. "Not after what happened with..." I shudder, bringing myself closer to Christian.

He simply wraps an arm around my shoulder and strokes my hair. "It's okay..."

"Uh, am I, like, ruining a moment or..."

I sit up, glaring at Xzavier. "No," I snap, hating the venom in my voice.

His hands go up in mock-surrender. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't realize someone pissed in your Fruit Loops..."

Christian holds back a snicker, disguising it as a cough as he scoots away from me, while my glare just deepens. Xzvaier plops down on his friends lap, throwing a casual arm around his neck and smiling at us. "Pizza will be here in about ten minutes. We can watch a movie until then." His smile widens as he puts on a movie and makes himself comfy in Chris's lap.

I grit my teeth, looking ahead, and trying to ignore Christian and Xzavier. I just need to ignore them.

"You're lap is so comfortable," Xzavier giggles, patting Chris's cheek, and from the corner of my eye, I see him kiss it. "I wish you were gay, I would so date you if you were."

"Well, he's not," I snap, finally looking at them with a glare.

"Mason, calm down." Christian frowns, but I can see the bit of fear in his eyes. "He's only joking."

"Yeah, Mason, calm down." The British boy snickers. "If he was gay, we'd be banging long ago."

"Shut up!" I yell. He's scaring him, and he doesn't even fucking realize it!

Xzavier jumps off of Christian's lap and scrambles to the other side of the bed. "So-sorry..." He mumbles, wrapping a curl around his finger. Christian, on the other hand, starts to tremble the slightest bit, if you didn't look hard enough, you wouldn't even notice it.

I lock eyes with him, silently telling him it's alright, he's not here anymore, he can't hurt us anymore. With a slight nod, Christian excuses himself by going to the bathroom.

"I'm sorry," Xzavier mumbles. "I don't know what I did but... I'm sorry..."

I sigh. "It's fine," I say harshly. "Don't worry about it."

"I didn't mean to upset him," he continues, looking up at me with scared, sad eyes. "I would never hurt Chris. Do you know why he's so upset?"

"No," I lie. "It's fine. He knows you didn't mean it."

Christian comes back a moment later, his eyes slightly red and puffy as he sits back down with a shaky smile. "Sorry." He forces a laugh. "Allergies..."

The curly-haired boy gives Chris a skeptical look but doesn't say anything as he sprawls out on the bed, eyes fix on the TV with a slight smile.

I go back to ignoring them, leaning against the bed lazily and trying to block out the voice of Xzavier. "Come on, Chris, he's hot!" He cries, pointing to Zac Efron."If you were gay, you would think he's hot, too."