'Pray' for this dude (MB) (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Twenty Three

The beginning is kind of boring. I believe there is going to be two more chapters after this one and then the book is over, so enjoy. Oh and smut alert. It's probably not the best written smut, because I'm tired and just wanted to get this update, updated. But if it sucks I'll come back an edit it so it's better, later though.

Craig -

I can't believe Ray. All I ever done was stick by him no matter what. Yeah I've gotten angry with him before, for the whole Bethany thing, but that was only because I thought they had a thing. I mean she texted him like they were in a relationship, of course I'm going to react. He wasn't out at the time, how am I supposed to believe they weren't a thing? I had to make sure he was really all for me, and me only.

Why is he even mad about Trevor confessing his feelings for me? It's not like I confess them back, I fucking rejected him. Is Ray really upset I stopped him from almost murdering Trevor?

Maybe we're way ahead of ourselves here. I mean we are really young, is this even real love? I feel so many deep feelings for Ray, but are we mature enough to believe this is actually love, because if we loved each other I don't think we'd over react to things like this.

I don't want to break up, I can't say the same for him though. I swear if he ends the relationship over this petty little thing, then he must have never loved me. I didn't even think about breaking it off when the whole Bethany thing happened.

I'm currently wrapped in all my covers, balling my eyes out, with a small tissue crumpled in my fist. I'm a mess. Why is it that every time I cry it's always because of Ray? Does that mean something? It's drizzling outside and the wind keeps knocking the tree branch into my window. I keep thinking it's Ray. I'm so used to him sneaking in that I expect him to come crawling in and apologizing, or at least something.

He should at least try, I did. I did my part now why isn't he? It's two in the morning, I should really try to sleep now. Every time I close my eyes I just imagine him being there, spooning me, but once I open my eyes I cry even harder. I guess it's going to be a restless night.

"Craig, sweetie." I peered an eye open. I could feel the crust from the constant crying last night break as my eye opened. My mom was sitting on the side of the bed, messaging my head like she always does to wake me up.

"Someone's here to see you." I sat up and looked over at my door. You could guess who slowly strolled in with flowers, and sad puppy eyes. "I'll leave you guys to it then." My mom awkwardly said while she left the room that was now filled with tension.

Ray eyed the multiple snot filled tissues on the side of my bed. "Hard night?" He asked.

"Obviously."

"Um, these are for you." He handed me the bundle of roses. I took them from his grip and placed them on the bed. He stood there, fiddling with his thumbs. Probably trying to find the words to say.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. "I don't know, confused, betrayed maybe."

"I should've came to see you last night."

"Why didn't you?" It would have made my night a lot better with him there. "I don't know, I'm stupid, I guess." He chuckled a little.

"Not going to disagree with that."

"Right, so are we okay?" I looked at him and squinted my eyes. "Let's see, if I didn't leave your house that afternoon would have we been, because you said if I didn't I'd regret it."

"I was just mad, you know I wouldn't have ended things."

"Oh do I now? Because you sounded so convincing." I'm not making anything better by acting like this.