My Lion. || BXB

chapter eleven.

one week. it had been one week since i experienced the best make out session i probably ever will. one week since i had seen lionel, which was mostly my fault. or— my fault. every time i saw him i immediately turned and ran the opposite way, i refused to even look at him. because if i did that, i don't know if i'll be able to restrain myself from doing something i know i shouldn't.

i'd be lying if i said i wasn't thinking about that kiss everyday. all of this made no sense. i'm not gay, i've never liked a boy before especially not one like him. lionel was rude and aggressive, he was problematic and hated by my whole friend group. so why? why did i have some sort of infatuation with this boy?

now every time i was with my friends, mickey especially, i felt a guilty pit in my stomach. not only was i keeping a secret from them, but that secret was that i had a bit of a crush on mickey's biggest enemy. i was a horrible friend.

but right now, even if it makes me sound horrible, i wasn't thinking of any of them. i was more worried about what this meant foe me. liking boys is fine, obviously. i've never had a problem with it, in fact freddie is gay and that's absolutely okay! but me? i'm not gay. i do like girls still, i think.

fuck, why has lionel does this to me. why does he make me feel this way? i lose my breath every time he enters the same room and i immediately look for the exit, my cheeks turn pink at just the mention of his name, and i've had multiple not-so-PG dreams of him. fuck.

little did i know, today was going to be the day i had no choice but to face lionel.

as i entered tutor that morning, i sat in my usual seat besides archie. archie is a boy i met in pe class, but since then we've actually become pretty close friends.
"hi!" he greeted me as i sat down.
"hey arch."
"so, are you coming to watch the fight again today?" my friend said, and my heart suddenly dropped.

"fight?" i asked, my voice was quieter now, "fight with who?" but i was certain i already knew the answer.
"mickey and lion, obviously!" he laughed, and i forced myself to join in.
"uh-" well now i'm fucked. if i don't go to the fight, my friends will get suspicious and probably think i don't support mickey anymore. but if i do go, i know i'll have to see him there.

"come on, hunter, please come!" archie said again, holding only my shoulder and shaking it about slightly.
a sigh escaped my lips, "yeah, yeah of course i'll come. gotta support mick, y'know?" and that was true, i did have to support him. but that meant i was on the opposite side to lionel, and fuck i didn't want that at all.

it was now the end of the day, i survived yet another six hours of boring lessons and avoiding lionel! over the past week, i had learnt and memorised where pretty much all the classrooms where which was a plus. now i wasn't getting lost so easily, thank god.

walking out of the school gates, i caught mickey's eye and he was standing with the rest of the boys — probably strategising how to beat lionel. i took a deep breath and scurried over to them.

"hey lads." i nodded nonchalantly.
"hunt! where u been?" isaac said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. yeah, he had been calling me hunt lately...
"sorry, got let out late by mr barsphile, you know how he is." and with a roll of the eyes, we all started laughing which eased the anxiety that was building up in my throat.

freddie glanced down at his voice momentarily, "come on we should start making our way to the fight now." and with that sentence, my anxiety was back and worse than ever.
"yeah." mickey nodded, taking in deep breaths and clenching his fists as we walked.

the view of the big crowd of people was coming up, and all of our friends huddle together so we wouldn't lose each other on our way to the inner circle. finally, we were on the front row. mickey and cormac strolled further into the open circle where as freddie, nick, isaac and myself stayed put. but then, thats when i saw him.

once again, he had his back towards us but i could recognise his dark red hair from a mile away. the memories of our kiss was now rushing back to me and i knew my cheeks were going pink at the thought of it happening again. why was i like this? i'm not gay, and he is an enemy to my friend group. isn't this a betrayal to my mates, or whatever?

"ALRIGHT, ARE WE READY?" cormac shouted over the gossiping and giggling of the crowd, but then everyone fell silent at the calling. and finally, lionel turned around. instantly, our eyes met.

he wasn't looking at his opponent, he was looking at me. i was standing pretty much directly behind mickey, so hopefully it wasn't too obvious to the spectators and they'd just assume lionel was staring out his competitor. but i knew, and that was enough for me.

"are you ready or not, you bastard?" mickey said, folding his arms cockily. lionel looked me up and down, giving me a slight smirk before changing his focus to mickey.
"of course i'm ready, mate." he said proudly, and with that cormac retreated back to us and so did lionel's friend.

now, there were only two boys left with only one goal; to be the last man standing.