After his parents' sudden death, Chester Covington leaves everything behind and moves in with his aunt.
But nobody knows what is going on behind the facadé of a traumatized boy who has watched his parents die that he puts up ever single day of his...
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"Listen, Cooper, I didn't react... like that... because you're into guys... or not- or whatever... " I try to explain as I fiddle with the hem of my shirt, my left leg swaying from side to side.
We're sat in front of the lockers, our backs leaned against them, with our knees bent. The door to the janitor's closet is just across the hallway, with Riku lingering behind it.
"Then," I turn my head to Cooper, "why did you react like that?" Sighing to myself, I put on a gentle expression, pushing down the dread that is already starting to build up in my stomach.
"I-... I don't-" Why is this so hard? "I already like someone else." I say it slowly, hesitantly almost, afraid of his reaction. And, true to my thoughts, his expression drops, a look of disappointment mixed with sadness crossing his face.
"Hamming?" My eyebrows furrow.
"What?"
"Is it Hamming?" My mouth forms an 'o' as realization dawns on me.
"Uh... y-yeah, it is," I eventually reply, my eyes darting over to the door, imagining that stupid smirk cross Riku's lips.
"Damn... you really rejected me for Hamming." I look back to Cooper just as he runs his hand through his hair, messing them up and leaving them in a tousled up state. His eyes are still cast downward, the same expression still decorating his features, but something is different.
I tilt my head to get a better look at him. However, as my eyes roam his face, searching for that difference that I'm missing, he suddenly grabs ahold of my chin and slams his lips into mine. My eyes grow wide.
His taste invades my mouth as his lips move on mine, roughly, and quickly, giving me no time to breathe or to react whatsoever. He tastes bitter, and sour, like that feeling of acid burning my skin that I get when he touches me turnt into a taste.
And when my mind finally takes control of my body again, it's already too late.
Cooper is ripped off of me and slammed into the lockers, the vibrations of it going straight to my back. My eyes jump upwards, only to be met with Riku's icy glare, directed at Cooper's fearful gaze. Instantly, I jump to my feet, momentarily forgetting about the bruises, and hiss in pain when they come into contact with the lockers behind me when I lose balance.
"I-I'm sor-sorry." Balling my fists to subside the pain, I focus my attention on the both of them, Cooper's shaky voice ringing in my ears, filled with utmost fear. "I-I didn't mean to- ... "
"What?" comes Riku's voice, deep, raspy, laced with anger and possessiveness. "You didn't mean to kiss him?" Cooper nods his head hastily. "Well, but you did, bastard."
