ALEX | BXB

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sean's pov:

I stood outside Marquees' place door, knowin' I was 'bout to make a mistake. Like, a real stupid one. Ever since the hospital thing with Alex, I been tryin' to fill the void, you feel me? I been keepin' myself busy, distractin' myself from the guilt and the worry that's been eatin' at me.

But instead of bein' there for him like I should, I been keepin' myself busy - too busy, if you ask me. I been chillin' with Marquees, gettin' my mind off things, and, yeah, gettin' some dick, too. Don't get me wrong, it's been fun, but it's like I'm avoidin' my responsibilities as a friend or somethin'.

Sidone ain't even got time for me no more, always talkin' 'bout them exams comin' up. I know I should be studyin', too, but honestly, I been feelin' hella lonely since Alex started pullin' away. We used to be inseparable, and now it feels like he's shut me out.

Marquees, though...he been there, you know? Always down to chill, always makin' me laugh.

I took a deep breath, raised my hand, and knocked on the door. Maybe I was searchin' for a way to take my mind off things, but deep down, I knew I needed to be there for Alex.

Marquees opened up, flashin' his signature smile. "What's good, Sean?"

"Not much, Quees. Just needed some company, I guess."

Marquees raised an eyebrow. "Company, huh? Or you back for more of this good dick?"

I shook my head, feelin' a bit irritated. "Is that all you think about when you see me?"

Marquees chuckled. "Ain't gonna lie, Sean. You're a fine dude. But for real, what's goin' on? You ain't been yourself lately. Btw, we chilling in my room today so you can go upstairs while I get the snacks"

I walked into Marquees' room. We'd spent countless hours in this room, but usually, it was for one reason only, sex.

As I waited for him to return, my eyes began to wander around the room. I'd never really taken the time to notice the details before. We were always in a hurry, you know? But now, I took in the details - the messy bed, the gaming setup, the music gear.

There were pictures on his dresser, framed and neatly arranged. One caught my eye - a photo of Marquees' parents, smilin' and proud, But what caught my attention were the achievements, his room was filled with trophies, medals, and certificates. I saw newspaper clippings, highlightin' his games and wins. There were even some jerseys, framed and hung on the wall. I was shocked. I had no idea Marquees was so accomplished . I mean, He was the school's quarterback after all.

I kept lookin' around, takin' in the other decorations. There were more pictures, some of Marquees as a kid, others of him with friends I'd never met.

I remember the day we met, I had just come out as gay, and the news spread like wildfire through my school. I was already gettin' bullied, but this took it to a whole new level. Name-callin', pushin', shovin' - you name it. I tried to ignore it, but it was hard.

Things got even worse when I got caught makin' out with a guy from my art class in the bathroom. The whole school found out, and I became the laughing stock. I felt like I was walkin' around with a target on my back.

But the worst part was when I got tricked on Grindr (to my gay bitches y'all better leave that app it's not good). I thought I was meetin' up with a cute guy, but it was actually Kyle and his friends. They beat me up, laughin' and callin' me names. How kyle said they'd "beat the fag out of me." I was left lyin' on the ground, hurt and humiliated.