I Wish You Were Mine

I hate you 1

  Well. This was not how 17 year old Daniel Weston pictured his Tuesday going. He thought he would be at home, possibly cuddled up in bed with his boyfriend Yunias Trest, not locked up in detention stuck with the most pig headed, idiotic piece of shit to ever have been shoved out of a women's vajj. 

He'd known both boys since he was 4 years old. He and Adam went to the same school, and Yuni moved in next door when they were all in kindergarten. Adam and Daniel had hated each other almost immediately. From the moment Adam had stolen Daniel's special, limited edition, glittery  one of a kind blue crayon, that had been the product of cashing in many, many cereal coupons, they had been sworn enemies. They couldn't even stand to be in the same room as each other without some disruption. It got so bad the school had to get involved to make sure they were put in separate classes. Rather than give the boys time to forget their issues, the distance only allowed the grudges to age like fine wine. Or Parmesan cheese. Or shit on a stick.

Yunias, though was a completely different story. Daniel had always liked pretty things, and Yuni was as pretty as they came. Daniel had been playing outside with his new kitten, Raptor(at the time he hadn't been able to pronounce 'rapture') and his older sister Marina, when the glint of light golden curls caught his attention. Being only 4, he quickly forgot about the kitten in his lap and went to investigate the flash. His sister had called after him but he was to busy staring at the boy in front of him to pay any attention. 

"You have pretty hair." Daniel reached up to touch it and was only slightly startled when he wasn't stopped. The boy stood there with a small blush coating his round cheeks as Daniel gently stroked his hair. 

"Thank you, do you wanna know something?" Daniel said retracting his hand,  he continued before the other boy could say anything, "I think I like you." The other boy said nothing for a some seconds, Daniel waited patiently. 

"My mommy is the smartest person ever, and she says when you like someone you marry them." the boy said confidently, he had a slight accent and Daniel wondered where it came from.

"Do you like me?" 

The boy seemed to think for a second, he did that a lot Daniel thought, before he answered,

"Yeah." the boy beamed. 

"Let's get married then!" The boy snatched his hand and dragged a laughing Daniel into his house, who was understandably excited, he had never been married before.

***

"Mr. Weston!" Daniel's head jerked from the desk he had been resting on for the duration of the hour and a half long detention to see Mr. Heath and none other than Adam Pierce staring at him with respective looks of dissatisfaction and amusement. Daniel had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Adam had no right to be mocking him, he showed up 40 minutes late and through the goddamn window, of all places. 

"Sorry Mr. Heath, I worked the late shift last night, I didn't mean to doze off." Daniel scrambled for a quick explanation. Mr. Heath's eyes softened slightly before he nodded. It wasn't strictly a lie, he had worked the late shift last night, but because of the lack of costumers all day, his boss had let him go home early, so he had gotten more than enough rest. The only reason he had dozed off is because he had nothing better to do. 

"I understand, and because I know your a good kid, I won't make you come back tomorrow for falling asleep," Adam threw a bewildered look towards his teacher, which was pointedly ignored, "Don't let it happen again or I will personally recommend your punishment." Daniel nodded gratefully, everyone said that Mr. Heath was horrible, but he was actually a really cool guy as long as you didn't piss him off. 

"What about me Mr. Heath?" Adam asked, his big honey brown eyes wide and innocent. Again Daniel had to refrain from rolling his eyes, it was so obvious he was faking it, but Mr. Heath had a soft spot for Adam as well.

"Don't pretend that you were planning on coming in tomorrow with or without my permission." Adam grinned and blew a kiss towards our teacher, who just dismissed the two boys, with a firm warning that they should stay out of trouble.

*** 

Daniel hurried down the eerily empty halls, trying to ignore the heavy silence that bore down on the usually  boisterous school. He supposed it made sense that it was quiet, not  many people would voluntarily stay nearly two  hours after school ended, but it did nothing to ease his nerves. 

"Daniel! Hey Danny wait up!" Daniel turned even though he knew who it was, it wasn't hard to figure out, when you grow up hating someone since you were four years old, you get to know their voice real well. 

"Go away Adam." Daniel didn't bother to act friendly, they both knew it was a lie. He turned away and continued walking, silently praying that Adam wasn't in the mood to bother him... who was he kidding Adam was always  in the mood to bother him. 

"C'mon don't be like that Danny." Daniel yelped as Adam's hand smacked his ass. Hard. Daniel tried to turn around but he was blocked by Adam's body and the hand that was still resting comfortably on his ass, as if it was a normal thing for two guys to casually grope each other's ass in public. 

"Get your hands off my ass." Daniel tried again to wiggle away, but Adam was having none of it. 

"But it's such a nice ass." As if to prove his point, Adam started to massage Daniel's backside like it was a damn stress ball. It might've felt good if it was literally anyone else, but it was Adam Pierce so the effect was considerably ruined. 

With no other options left, and no small amount of personal pleasure, he brought the heel of his foot down as hard as he could, right on the arch of Adam's foot. 

"Ow! What the fuck man?!" With a satisfied smirk Daniel shook off the bigger boys grip and sauntered towards his car, swinging his hips a little more than necessary, throwing a very one fingered gesture happily over his shoulder. 

Daniel was almost safely in his car when he heard yelling, and since he hadn't heard or seen Mr. Heath leave yet, it had to be Adam. He wasn't still mad about the stomping, was he?  Mildly curious ,Daniel turned to see what was wrong, but nothing could've prepared him for what he saw when he did.