𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

Chapter Seven.

     

      WHEN HE ENTERED the bedroom next to Dusty's room, just as he'd been told in the text message from Spider, he looked around in the slightly dark guest bedroom, nothing but a small little lamp illuminating light. He looked around, brows furrowing together when he realized no one was in here.

"Finally." A voice causes him to flinch, the door behind him closing as Spider swiftly lock the door. "Ant wouldn't stop fucking asking me where I was going." He said and Romeo just makes a confused face. "What do you want?" He asked the boy who began walking over to him. "What do you think, dumbass?" Spencer grabs him by his waist. "Oh, um, Spencer, I--" "I know, you're here for Missy." The blond kept pushing him until he felt his hips hit the desk that was against the wall.

"But I wanna show you what you're missing out on." Just then, Spider's hands began working on his belt. "You want this, don't you?" The blond boy asks him, voice barely above a whisper, as if he was scared that Romeo would say no and push him off. "Yes." The Castillo says quietly, leaning up but Spider stops him, turning his head away. "No kissing." He says quietly and the brunette boy leans away.

"Okay." He whispers back, wanting to put his lips on the blond's as Spider now kneels down in front of him, gently holding his hips. "I got you, don't worry." He says quietly and Romeo finds himself holding onto both the desk, and onto Spider's shoulder. When the blond was done, he stood up and just stared at Romeo who was running a hand through his unruly curls. "Ditch Missy." Spider finally spoke, in the silence and the Castillo looks up.

"Why? Why do you care?" Romeo says, glaring up at him and the taller boy just towers over him a bit. "Because I don't want her touching what I've touched already." He says and the shorter teen just gulps, staring up at him. "And what if I don't?" He whispers back to the blond who just clenched his jaw.

"You really won't listen to me? Can't you just listen to me, Romeo?" Spider whispers the words, one hand on his waist and softly squeezing it. It's like he knew Romeo, for some reason, some stupid, stupid, stupid reason, has a soft spot for him. Because he can look into those eyes and tell who Spencer White really is. That he's someone just pretending to be someone else. That he can fix him.

"Yeah. Okay. I'll ditch Missy."

Romeo acts like it doesn't bother him, now standing with Stevie in the crowd, he pretends it doesn't bother him. Especially when Spider screams "I'm a fark," into the mic and the majority of the crowd rolls their eyes at him, mostly the girls. Especially Stevie. He wants to roll his eyes too, but he can't help but just stare at Spider up on the stage.

"Whoo!" The blond boy cheers, smashing the now empty beer can on his head. He's so stupid. And Romeo hates that he's attracted to it. "Hello. Um, thank you all for coming out tonight. We are here in support of the Global Women's Project." Dusty announced and the crowd all cheer, clapping and shouting. "Yay. Straight cis men raising money for women." Stevie slurred, clapping her hands.

"Way to go, yeah! This shit is awesome. Um... thanks, dad. Anyway, we're Renaissance Titties, and, um, I just want to give a shout out to someone special in the audience. Um... there she is." He pointed and everyone looks at the girl. "Hey, Harper." He says, as the drummer hits a drum roll. "This song is for Harper McLean. It's called "My Life Is Nothing Without The Warm Embrace Of Your Sweet Left Cheek." Dusty announced.

"Yeah, Harper!"

"A one, a two, a one, two, three, four." The band then began, playing their instruments as Dusty began singing into the microphone. "Dramaaa," Stevie giggled when Amerie went running after Harper, most likely mad since the Wadia girl was clearly into Dusty, and now her best friend's gone and hooked up with him.