Dylan has always one to never be able to hide his emotions. Luckily, he didn't have to, since Scarlett was always at his side.
Until Dallas comes along. That boy takes his heart and keeps it hidden away, unable for Dylan to ever find back. And just...
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Tw: Homophobic language
"You're such pieces of shits!" I yell.
For fuck's sake.
Jason recoils, eyes unsure of what I'm about to do. I could strangle him right now—what the fuck?
Tom bends over Dylan and pats his cheek, but I know he fainted. These guys, my so-called fucking friends just made him pass out. And from what? Fear? Or pain?
Knowing Dylan, both.
"Yeah? At least we aren't fucking fags!" one scoffs. My eyes widen in shock.
What in the world.
"You don't have a problem with me liking guys!" I huff in astonishment. Jason rolls his eyes. "You're either bi or in a phase. You can't be gay gay."
I blink. Look around. Everyone's enjoying the show, just like they were when Dylan was suffering.
I don't see the point in arguing any further with them. I thought I was the one who decided if I was gay or not?
Tom's got Dylan awake, and they both stand up. Jason steps up, making Dylan flinch. I nod at Tom, who gives Dylan an arm and leads him out of here.
I look back at my 'friends'. "We're done here. You're gonna stay away from him. And you, Jason, you take care I don't see your face for a while. It might be unrecognizable when I do."
He swallows. "Dallas—" "Get the fuck away."
They sit down at their table while I look around and huff. "And y'all! Next time they try something, you better help Dylan! If this happens again, and no one steps up for him, I'm out of the team."
A loud gasp sounds through the room. I glare around, serious as fuck. Football might be my dream, but it's not worth all the suffering Dylan has to go through.
It's ridiculous how they want me in the team this bad. They shouldn't care—this whole threat is stupid. But it works.
I leave the room and slam the door. I'm still fuming, but I need to see Dylan now. Luckily Tom was with me, so he could bring Dylan away.
I run through the halls to the restroom, but pause when I'm at the door. Dylan wouldn't want to go here. He'd rather go somewhere private, like. . .
I run back, all the way to the janitor's closet. When I open it, I have to get used to the dark.
But I can hear Dylan's sobs.
As soon as I can see something, I kneel next to him. "Where'd Tom go?"
He turns to me and continues to cry. I hug him, still not knowing the answer to my question. "Love. Where is Tom?"
Dylan gives me a strangled noise. "He went to see if he could catch Scarlett, because I don't want to let her down."
Oh my poor boy.
I hug him closer, hiding his face with both my shirt and my arms. He sobs. "Let it stop, please. I can't handle more."
Of course I understand him. He already has anxiety and panic attacks, and those losers aren't helping.
"I have practice tonight. I'll talk to them," I whisper. His violent sobs fill my ears again. "I don't want to stand between you and your friends. I'm sorry. They had you first, maybe I need to stay aw—" "Don't say it, Dylan. Don't."
He whimpers in my chest, never meeting my eyes. He does crawl up in a ball against me, giving me the feeling I'm bringing him safety.
"But it's true," he reasons. I cup his face in my hands, making him look up at me. His cheeks are stained with tears, and I could kill everyone in the world right now. Everyone except him. For him.
"It's not. If I had to choose between those motherfuckers and you, it'd be you. Fuck, I'd choose you over everyone in this school."
He cries harder at that. No, baby, no.
"I can't, Dallas. I'm not strong enough to handle them." He flinches when the door opens. But it's Tom.
"I'm sorry, guys, I saw her leave in a guy's car." He frowns a little. "She's staying with some of her friends these days. I'm not very happy with it," he grumbles.
I avert my eyes. I'd feel bad for him, but Scarlett can handle herself and I've got other problems now.
Dylan pulls away, wiping his tears away. New ones fall, but he ignores those. "I'm fine," he whispers. "I'll go eat in class. I used to do that before."
I stand up with him. "I'm joining." Tom nods. "Me too. Jason can choke on my toe."
That gets a small laugh out of Dylan. "Mine too."
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Okay, Imma be honest with y'all, I probs won't finish this story
