The Last Dance

Chapter 3 Just 54% Gay

  "@beatlesmike05 posted a photo" 

  A drawing of Freddie Mercury popped up on Will's phone on Monday morning. Mike had drawn it. He drew it for Will - no, he didn't. 

  "Don't feed yourself lies, William." a voice in the back of his head echoed. "Why would Mike draw somebody as dumb as you something like that? He doesn't even want to be in the same room as you-"

  Opening up Spotify, he began to blast music into his ears so he could think of something else. Something other than Mike and his amazing drawing skills. The Beatles played loudly as he began to get ready for school. Grabbing his school shirt, he began to put it on while thinking more and more about Mike. Not even music could block him out of Will's mind. Fuck, what was he doing? He was addicted to a boy who barely even spoke to him, and if they did speak it always ended with anger. Even if Mike and Will became friends, it wouldn't last long. They'd argue often, giving out about the smallest things. Will could imagine them bickering like an old angry couple.. like his parents.

  Will sat down onto his bed, listening to the shouting coming from the room beside him. His father's was the loudest and Will could hear every single word he said. Luckily, Will couldn't hear his mother, who was probably crying. He couldn't bear listening to her cry.. not this early in the morning. He could hear her scream though, that was worse.. way worse.

  "Stupid bitch!" his father called his mother, treating her like a dog.

  The music became louder and louder, blocking out every possible sound around Will. This would probably damage his ears in years to come, but he didn't care. He was eighteen and couldn't give a shit about the future.. unless it meant Mike was in it. He had more of a chance of having the prettiest girl at school kissing him than spending the rest of his life with Mike.

  Tori Oseman had Will pressed against the wall of an empty classroom at quarter to four on that same day. Her hands were all over him, gripping his tie and smothering his face with wet kisses which grossed Will out slightly. Her tongue met Will's and it almost made him puke back into her mouth. Slowly, Will's hand massaged her hair as she went to devour his neck with hickeys. Closing his eyes, he groaned and smirked while imagining Mike kissing him-

  "Oh, you're hard already?" Tori asked, laughing. "We've only been doing this for two minutes..?"

  "You're just that good, I suppose." Will nervously laughed, guiding her hands away from his pants. "Keep doing what you're doing, Tori.."

  Closing his eyes again, he no longer felt Tori kissing him, but now Mike. Well, that was what his mind was telling him. It made the whole make-out session better for Will, anyways. Why? He didn't know. It didn't make him gay though.. or did it? Mike was just a distraction from him getting too hard and embarrassing himself in front of Tori. He couldn't seem desperate or else that would turn her off him. He just needed this so he could get other stuff off his mind, but currently that wasn't working.

  Opening his eyes, he watched Tori with her eyes closed, kiss the shit out of him. No longer, he felt turned on because Mike wasn't the one kissing him. Why would he want Mike kissing him, anyways? Mike was a boy - a boy who currently hated Will a bit too much for Will's liking.

  "Sorry.. I've uh, got to piss." Will quickly lied, dashing out of the classroom.

  Tori was left standing there in the classroom by herself with her hands pressed against the wall. She stood up straighter and sighed.

  "Boys are always putting themselves first.." She snapped quietly to herself. "They put everything over me - if they need to piss, they just leave and expect me to wait! If they have to text somebody back, they just expect me to sit there and watch them. If they say 'I love you', they expect me to say it back even though they're a fucking prick-"