A Vulnerable Mess. Boyxboy

four ' fired '

Damien fixed the confused expression off his face. His expression went back to the emotionless one I was used to.

" You're fired." He said and I froze. For a moment I couldn't think, I just sat there as my eyes watered with tears.

Not only did he know my secret but he also had the power to fire me. What would my parents say? They surely would be burdened by it. Nobody was supposed to know.

I looked up and our eyes met. The expressionless chestnut eyes of his seemed to intimidate and bore into my soul, more than usual. He had his hand covering his mouth as if he had smelled something foul.

Did he really hate me that much ?

He looked at what floor we were on and clicked the floor closest to us. The door soon opened and he yelled at me to get out.  Unfortunately the floor he stopped on was crowded with people working on computers.  They all turned to stare at us.

Damien gave me a glare that scared my heart into breaking. Why me? Since the door was open his scent wasn't as intoxicating. I pulled myself up and stumbled my way out of the elevator, as everyone watched.

Everyone was watching and I knew rumors would start to spread. But that didn't matter, I was fired. For something even I hated about myself.

Something I didn't choose to be. I turned back around and watched the elevator door slowly close. Damien looked like he'd just seen a ghost. A disgusting one at that. The last thing I saw before the door closed was Damien removing his hands and gritting his teeth.

Hah. Why couldn't I have fallen for someone with a heart ?

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Ahh, just my luck.

"Would you mind saying that again?" I asked the landlord. The tears from the incidents were still streaming down my face. But I could care less about it at the moment.

" I've been letting you live here rent free for way too long. You're evicted, go outside and sleep on the grass for all I care. " Martin said. His definition of too long was just two weeks, but I didn't have the social battery left over to negotiate. Instead I nodded and let out a defeated sigh

" I'm sorry, kid. You look like you've had a horrible day. But someone offered good money for it. Now got off my property !" Martin said the the last in this almost hostile way and I flinched.  "I have stuff in there. I need to pack up. " Martin nodded and told me he'd give me half an hour. 

I went inside and closed the door. Letting my body fall to the floor as I tried to comprehend everything that had just happened. I'd gotten fired. I lost my apartment. Yet I didn't want to go back to my parents house as a failure.

  I had never experienced so much chaos in the span of a day. I needed to calm down. When I'm weak, my submissive side really takes over.

But how was I supposed to stay calm with my thoughts hovering around. My parents weren't the most supportive, heck they weren't supportive at all. They didn't have any expections for me, i'd managed to disappoint them enough for them to give up on me. I hated the fact that they gave up on me, every chance I got I tried to prove myself. Yet they only seemed to notice me when I fucked up.

If I went home, they would look at me with the same disappointed look and they would make sure I understood how fucking disappointed they are.

I couldn't afford to be looked at like that, not after Damien. He looked disgusted, disgusted enough to fire me. Someone finally knew my secret and it had to be him. The guy I had an uncontrollable crush on.

I sat up on the bed with my hands wrapped around my knees as his emotionless face started to haunt me.

It frustrated me, it wasn't my fault that I was an omega.  It wasn't my fault I was a male. It wasn't my fault I was attracted to guys. So why the hell was I the problem. If the world was going to fuck with my life, I would help the world fuck up my life.