Just A Little Fun, Right?

Chapter Four

So I'm say this right now, I can't write sad shit. I tried to this chapter. Came out less than how I wanted it to but hopefully you enjoy this chapter anyways. Have a good day/night.

~ Steve's POV ~

"Stevie-o, hey."

"Hey, Robin."

"What was that this morning?"

I honestly didn't want to think about that, but I guess I am. "Well... umm-" I sighed. "Fuck, I don't know. Robin, I don't fucking know."

"You got pissed and yelled that you're not dating Nancy?" I nodded, confirming this information. "And then you yelled that you're actually dating somebody else?" I nodded again. All of that was true. Well, I mean, kind of. "Context please?"

"He kept nagging on and on about us dating and I just flipped out on him, I guess." I sighed deeply. "I don't like Nancy. Me and Nancy are just friends. And me and this person... we're not technically dating."

She looked confused. "Explain, Harrington."

"I found out he was gay and well... I've always liked him so I passed him a note and asked to meet up behind the school. And w-well..." I was red now because we did a lot more than just kiss.

"Wait, back up. Him?"

I didn't even realize.

"Shit." I didn't really know what to do at that point other than admit it. "Well umm, I guess, surprise? Yeah, I'm actually bi..."

"You know you could've told me this before, right?"

"Y-yeah, I know. I just didn't know how, I guess."

"Well why aren't you two dating?"

"We never talked about dating. We kind of just fucked in the forest behind the school and I gave him my number. And we've been making out in the bathroom ever since then. Which was like two days ago or something."

She looked a bit surprised about that and maybe even a bit awkward. But we don't exactly talk about my sex life often, which I don't know why we would. She knows I prefer relationships over just plain sex so that could also be a reason. "Well why don't you talk about it with him?"

"I kind of fucked up and said something on the lines of 'it's not like we're boyfriends or anything' and apologized for making it seem like we were..."

She looked at me like she was going to fight me. She just groaned and placed her head on her desk before looking back up at me. "Harrington, you fucking idiot."

"Listen, I'm sorry!" I sighed sadly, looking down at my lap. "I didn't know what to do. It's not like we are dating..."

"But you wish you were?"

"M-maybe? I don't really know..." I looked back up at her. "It's not like we could even tell anyone anyways."

"Why's that, Harrington?" She was invested now.

"Fucking high school, Robin. That's what."

"You're gonna be miserable because you'll lose cool points with friends that you obviously hate?"

"It's what my parents wanted, mostly my dad... that's why... perfect grades, best player on both of the sports teams I play on, popular..." I got quieter with each word, it was barely a whisper by the last word though. "... straight..." I could feel the tears coming up, I tried my hardest to stop them though.

"I-I know that feeling..."

I shot up. "You do?"

"Yeah. High expectations... I wish I could like guys, you know?" I stayed silent but nodded, signaling I understood what she was saying. "I tried liking guys... I tried so hard." She looked sad.