Hating Game [BoyxBoy]

"You stole alcohol again."

Chapter 4: “You stole alcohol again.”

Hawthorne couldn't avoid going to his dorm room, so he walked there in a puddle of thoughts. There was only one conclusion amongst every thought he had and that was : He couldn't have felt the way Sam had described. He was not seeking for Railings attention. I mean, he couldn't be seeking for attention from that shit head! Definitely no!

“What are you standing here for?” He heard someone say and Hawthorne immediately snapped his head towards the voice.

Railings' amber eyes stared back at Hawthorne's blue.His eyes glowed like burning embers, a fiery shade of amber that seemed to dance with secrets and untold tales. Whatever those are,they were very pretty.

Hawthorne never paid much attention to the color of eyes Railings had nor has he ever seen them glow like that. But he didn't remember much of Railings, he only remembered that he always pranked the other and throw insults at him. To his defense, Railings deserved everything because he was so annoying!

“I—I wasn't standing, I was about to go in.” He stuttered.

Hawthorne’s heart pounded in his chest as he stood before Railings. The intensity of the other boy’s gaze, coupled with the sudden proximity, left him feeling off-kilter, as if the ground beneath his feet had shifted.

Railings, ever the picture of composure, arched an eyebrow, his gaze never wavering. “Really?” he drawled, his voice dripping with skepticism. “You seemed a bit lost in thought.” He leaned against the doorframe, his posture nonchalant yet somehow still managing to exude an air of authority.

Hawthorne huffed, opening the door as he stumbled inside. Railings followed behind and the dorm room suddenly felt too small for Hawthorne.

“I—I wasn't doing anything!” He said with a pitch note that made Hawthorne sink in embarrassment. What was that? What exactly was that!?

Railings flitted over Hawthorne’s features, studying him with a scrutiny that bordered on unnerving. He smirked, feeling superior. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he stated, his voice even.

Him feeling superior always made him press Hawthorne's buttons. The shorter male was easy to mess around with.

Hawthorne tensed, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I have not,” he protested, his words sharp and clipped. He wasn't avoiding Railings. “I just have better things to do than deal with you.”

Railings chuckled, the sound low and mocking. “Of course,” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “And what exactly is it that’s so much better than spending time with me?” He stepped closer, the smirk on his face daring Hawthorne to deny that he's been ignoring him.

“I—” he just couldn't think of anything. “Studying! An—and eating and spending time with Sam and Jones a—” he was unfortunately interrupted.

Railings raised his eyebrow, “Really?”

Hawthorne was never a coward. In a lot of situations he was always the one step head, pranking Railings with so many unthinkable pranks that made the other want to bury him alive.

However these days, in these days, Railings seemed to have been the one who had the upper hand and Hawthorne was letting him. No, Hawthorne felt helpless.

“I'm really not avoiding you so please stop.” Hawthorne plead. “Please stop appearing on my sight over and over again, it's really annoying.”

What Hawthorne meant was; I had to get it together very soon.

There was only one solution for him to do so. Hook up with someone. So when he said those words, begging for Railings to disappear in front of him, Hawthorne rushed out again to seek for someone interested in him.