1001 Love Stories Darker

Never(69) +Announcement

"Will you, will you go to prom with me." I only stare at the tomato faced boy as he stood in front of my friend group during lunch.

He was short and small and I was pretty sure I could pick him up with one hand. With really thick curly hair and near emerald green eyes. Along with freckles covering his cheeks.

He couldn't be serious. You don't just ask Mitch Williams out to prom without establishing any kind of relationship. Not even a friendship or even a class together.

This twerp must be stupid or joking.

"The fuck? Listen here you homo I'd wouldn't be caught dead in my grave with someone like you. Go kill yourself." A bit harsh.

I tell myself but as he begins to shake I want to do something, anything.

"Ok sorry for bothering you." He says before walking off and I just watch as everyone else laughed.

*

I arrived to my locker and started in it.

"I can't believe him." I mutter only to feel a soft touch on my arm and I turn around to see Emmit. Tears still falling and I only frown.

"Why would you do that. In front of everyone no less." I ask and he doesn't answer.

"Do you hate me know?" He asks and I slammed my locker closed.

"I have to get to class." I tell him in order to avoid the question. The answer was no. As much as I wanted to hate him. I couldn't.

I was in love with Emmitt and the fact that he confessed so stupidly pissed me off.

"Wait!" He calls out and I stop.

"Do I have a chance?" He asks and it fucking hurts.

"No, so get it through your head. You never had a chance." I tell him honestly.

"Please, even if it's a one in a million-"

"No!" I scream cutting him off.

"You never had a chance and you never will, grow up and get more realistic for the guys you go for." I say and he only begins to cry more.

*

I sat in my bedroom looking up at the roof and thinking to myself.

As stupid as it sounded I was unironically thinking shit like. 'my pronouns are he not him cause I'll never be him.' I scoff at the thought.

God those guys are the worst.

But when I'm done moping I decide to go check on him because even though I knew Emmitt wasn't suicidal the last thing I needed was for him to actually commit toaster bath.

So I sigh open my closet door and crawl through the complex that connected our two houses and pushing my way through his closet.

"He doesn't even react to me as he lays in bed looking at the ceiling and I just lay next to him.

"I'm sorry. I was a bit harsh." I tell him and hugs me not knowing how much it made my heart race.

"So was he your number one." I ask and he clings tighter.

"No Mitch, he was a far second." He says and I smile.

"You liar." I say and he starts to smile as if his smile wasn't breaking me.

"So, will you still be going to prom?" I ask and he shakes his head.