CJ's POV
"Not until you apologize to Christopher."
"Apologize for what? He called me a faggot!!" I argued.
"After you called him that first" Trey argued back.
"He did nothing wrong to you, you literally would've assaulted him if it wasn't for me. That's why I did what I did." I remained silent. I didn't want to admit he was right.
"Apologize to him. And look him in the eyes while you do it." I looked over at him, he was still staring at the screen.
"I'm gonna get something downstairs. By the time I come back y'all better have made up." Trey looked at me while saying that. "And you better not do anything to him while I'm gone." He stood up and opened the door.
"I'll be back." He closed the door behind him. The room went silent. This nigga was really gonna make me apologize huh.
"Fuck..." I Whispered. I got up and sat next to him. I didn't know what to say. I looked over at him. Now that we were closer, I could see his face better. His facial features were soft. He had long curly hair and light hazel eyes. I also noticed he was trying not to visibly shake. He was failing. He must be really scared of me.
"You wanna talk, aight, let's talk." I sighed. I thought about what to say for a second.
"....I'm sorry I called you a faggot or whatever. And I'm sorry if I might've scared you earlier. He didn't say anything.
"Did you hear me?" He remained silent.
"I know you're not ignoring me right now." He was starting to frustrate me.
"I'm trying to apologize to you and you fucking ignore me??!" I couldn't take the silence anymore and grabbed his face.
"Look at me!!" I yelled into his face. He looked deathly afraid and I immediately realized what I had done.
I released my grip.
"Shit bro I didn't mean to do that I swear!!" He didn't say anything, but I could see a tear streaming down his cheek.
"Y- You're so mean. He said in a trembling voice.
"I didn't do anything to you so why are you treating me like this?" He was sobbing now.
"I said I was sorry bro..." Fuck, this is getting awkward.
"I don't understand why everyone's so mean to me." He sobbed.
"I don't do anything, I don't say anything to anyone, so why?" He cried.
"Hey, I'm really sorry dude, I-" He started to yell.
"NO, no you're not! If you were then you wouldn't've tried to attack me! You wouldn't have called me that name, just because I'm gay!" I didn't know how to respond.
"I'm normal just like the rest of you!" I was surprised by how loud he was, I thought Trey would come in at any moment, but he didn't.
"Okay bro, just calm down, I get where you're coming from I really do, so relax." I responded.
"How? How do you know where I'm coming from? Are you gay?! Huh?!" He was looking at me with tears still streaming down his face like a waterfall. He was as red as a tomato.
"No... That's not any of your business anyway..." I said, reluctantly.
"Why, are you afraid you'll be called a faggot like me? Huh?!" He angrily said. I stayed quiet.
"Oh what, you don't wanna say anything now?" He stepped closer to me.
"Come on, say something. Defend yourself since you're so fucking tough!!" He pushed me.
"Come on, do something, hit me, since you wanted to so bad!!" He kept pushing me, expecting me to retaliate.
"I'm not gonna hit you bro!! He continued to yell and push me.
"You're just lashing out." I said calmly.
"NO!! You don't get to change your mind now!! DO IT, HIT ME RIGHT NOW!!' He yelled even louder.
"No." I said unphased.
"HIT ME!!!" He swung at me. Or at least he tried to. I caught his fist as he tried to land a punch.
"Stop it." I released my grip, assuming he had calmed down.
"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!!" He began pounding on my chest.
"I HOPE YOU DIE!!! I HOPE YOU ALL DIE!!!" He crumpled down into a mess on the floor. I watched him sob, unsure about what to do. I sighed and sat on the bed. I waited for him to stop lamenting. I hate seeing people, especially boys, cry. I was always raised to think it was weak.
"I don't know how to comfort you, but I really am sorry. I'm sorry for the pain I caused you." He continued to cry for a little longer.
"He's really been holding this in for a while huh?" I thought to myself. That used to be me back in the day. Every time my Dad beat me I wonder where I went wrong. Was it simply because I was-
"I'm fine now..." He wiped his nose with his sleeve. "And I- I don't accept your apology.." He stated, which snapped me out of my thoughts.
"I need you to prove that to me through your actions." You gotta be kidding me. I looked at him, confused by this statement.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"I meant what I said. Prove to me that you're actually sorry through your actions." This only confused me more.
"Well what the fuck are you trying to say bro? Speaking plainly." I was growing impatient. He sighed and then pondered for a moment.
"I... I want you to take me on a date."
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Romance"I've never wanted anything more in life than you..." "Then take me... I was always yours." 18-year-old CJ Hall is a closeted bisexual teenage boy from an abusive, homophobic family. Growing up impoverished for most of his life, he doesn't know any...
