COMBUSTION: A YokRay Story 🔥

Chapter 3: Can I Take Out My Frustration On You?

YOK's POV

Present

"Stop moving around Boston, Can't you sit still?" I was exasperated. I agreed to do his shoot for him because he promised to pose for my painting. But he's been nothing but a menace since he arrived.

"Tell me Yok, how did you meet Ray? Boston asked.

"Why do you care?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.

"The shoot wasn't the first time obviously but I've never seen Ray go out without one of our friends" Boston replies.

"You know Boston, you don't know shit about your friend if that's what you think. I'm pretty sure he told me he was running away from his friends who were up his ass about his whiskey" I said.

"Oh.. that night" Boston realizes.

"Whatever, now shut up so I can at least make your face decent" I spat, not understanding nor caring what this lunatic was thinking about.

"He'll never like you more than just a quick shag," Boston taunts.

I've realized this mean, almost cruel streak of Boston the first time I saw him in person but the way he's lashing at me now makes me think there's really something more.

"Do you think I give a damn? At least Ray and I agree on that part" I told him calmly.

"He's in love with Mew. He's never going to love you" Boston's eyes are sharp slits of anger.

I put down the brush with a thud.

"I think you want to say that to yourself. Ray is never going to love you. You said it yourself, he's in love with this Mew. You're taking out your anger at me because at least I could fuck him, unlike you whose stuck in the friendzone!" Two can play your game Boston and I too can be cruel.

"What the hell are you talking about!?" Boston is almost livid.

"You fucking know what I am talking about. Now shut it and let me finish so we can get the hell away from each other" I looked at him expressionlessly. Whatever feelings the information that Ray is in love with someone else gauges in me, there's no fucking way I was ever going to let Boston see.

The next time I saw Ray, he was sitting in the bar in YOLO where Gram, White and Sean had dragged me to. He is with a pretty, bubbly girl who was already bouncing around dancing and a bespectacled, smiling pretty boy calmly sipping his mojito. He reaches out to whisper something to Ray and the shorter boy leaned into the touch, expression gentle and adoring. Ah... this must be Mew.

"Who are you looking at?" White had whispered in my ear. His eyes follow my train of vision. "Isn't that the boy you dropped at the cafeteria?"

"Hmmm..." I say noncommittally.

---—-flashback

RAY's POV

Okay, I definitely am lost.

Absolutely, motherfuckingly lost.

Where did I make the wrong turn?

This is what hangovers get you.

I sat down because moving will make it worse. I should call Mew.

Then I hear a familiar voice "Ray?"

I look up to see Yok with a blond boy beside him.

"Are you alright?" Ugh now I am absolutely embarrassed. I didn't even know we went to the same school.