Hate (BL)

01

Dylan Skylar

Every day feels the same.

I wake up.
Shower.
Brush my teeth.
Throw on some clothes.
Stare at myself in the mirror, picking apart everything I hate.
Make breakfast I barely eat.
Go to work.
Come home.
Hang out with Jason Moore and sometimes his girlfriend, Stephanie Walton.
Make dinner.
Go to bed.
Repeat.

It's a routine that's as dull as it sounds, but hey, I'm still here. Twenty-five years old, recently single after a six year relationship. That part doesn't really bother me. Relationships seem overrated anyway.

No, what ruins my mood isn't being single. It's him.

Grayson King.

"You eat like a pig. Slow down. I can see your uniform getting tighter by the day."
"Your freckles are so ugly. The girls probably think you have some kind of disease."
"Long hair is for girls. You look like a girl."
"You dress like a hobo."
"Your nose is huge, reminds me of a witch's nose."

Grayson wasn't just cruel back in middle school; he was a master of tearing people apart, and I was his favorite target. Even now, years later, I can't escape his voice. It's stuck in my head like an annoying song you can't stop humming.

I don't eat big meals.
I wear makeup to hide my freckles.
I keep my hair tied back because I can't stand how it looks down.
I only wear clothes that are trendy enough to avoid judgment.
And my nose? There's othing I can do about that. Surgery terrifies me.

The mirror doesn't lie. I sigh, grabbing at the skin on my stomach.

"Too fat..."

I tighten my belt until it digs into my sides and pull on my button-up.

"You always take so damn long to get ready," Jason says, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. "Sometimes I think you're just in there jacking it."

I glare at him. "Disgusting."

Jason spent the night because Stephanie was visiting family. I told him she should've brought them here to check out her new business, but apparently, that wasn't an option.

"Have you been living off takeout?" Jason asks, poking around my kitchen, "Your pots and pans are literally collecting dust. You used to make amazing meals. What happened?"

"I don't know," I say with a shrug, hoping he'll drop it.

"Wow, Dylan. You're so eloquent. I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Who wouldn't?"

"Literally, everyone."

Jason spins dramatically, gesturing at the empty house. "I don't see any chicks in here. Not even a guy, if you swing that way."

"Jason," I groan, rolling my eyes as I grab a water bottle from the fridge.

Jason stares at it like it's cursed. "Dylan, I swear I just saw a fly come out of your fridge. Why is it so empty? Are you planning to die of starvation?"

"Shut up, and let's go," I mutter, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Linda usually has donuts in the break room. If we don't hurry, they'll be gone."
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Uploaded 11/27/24
Edited 01/18/25