Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Ten

I chewed on my pizza as Curtis talked to Oakley like he was his son, like he fathered Oakley for sixteen years of his life. I didn't once speak to them, not because Oakley and I fucked and Curtis was being a dick to me, but because I didn't give a fuck to whatever they were talking about.

Or, at least tried not to give a fuck.

I wasn't jealous of their father and son relationship because they didn't have a relationship.

My glaze went over to Curtis; his features were somewhat soft as he spoke to Oakley with great kindness and fondness that my heart aches when I saw his eyes glowed. Then I looked at Oakley who was smiling and nodded, being the goody two shoes boy who pretended to act innocent and actually give a fuck what Curtis was saying. His dazzling smile and his baby blue eyes sparkling whenever Curtis made a pathetic joke or asked questions about him.

Oakley glanced at me before he frowned and placed a hand on mine.

"Tate, are you okay? You're shaking," he said softly.

I tore my hand away from his and said with gritted teeth, "I'm fine."

Of course I wasn't. Curtis only liked Oakley because he gave a fuck.

"No you're not. Does it have anything to do what happened last night?" He whispered so Curtis wouldn't hear.

"No!" I snapped, my eyes cold. "Just leave me the fuck alone!"

"Tate!" Curtis barked. "Say sorry to Oakley. He asked you a simple question, not a fucking fight."

"And I give a fuck about what he asks?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm leaving."

I went straight to my room, my appetite washed away, and I slammed the door. I jumped on my bed and signed tiredly on the pillows. My eyes landed on a picture that showed my family. Mom was on my right side and Curtis was on my left. They smiled so brightly that it was brighter than my future, but I didn't have a future anymore.

I didn't have a mom anymore.

I stared at my smiling self and noticed how happy I used to be. How happy that I knew my mother would never let me go and never leave me. Because I told her to stay forever. Because she didn't deserved  to die. And it was all Curtis' fault.

I sat up and looked over to the door to see Oakley frowning at me. I narrowed my eyes, getting more furious and frustrated that Oakley wouldn't leave me the hell alone.

"Curtis wanted me to tell you that I'm going to the same school as you," Oakley said weakly.

"Interesting. Now get out," I growled.

His baby blue eyes flashed with hurt. "Aren't you happy I'm going to be around you?"

"No, I'm not because I don't give a damn about fucking faggots!" I got up and slammed the door on his face. I turned around and slide down on the floor, my back on the door. I was clenching and unclenching my hands, furious that Curtis liked Oakley than me, than his own son, than his own flesh and blood.

He was a father and I was nothing.
He had all the wealth and the suits, and I was left with a faggot.

I had finally calmed down from my melt down and register what Oakley told me. He was coming to my school? What the hell, what for? His brain was the size of a peanut, he could barely tell the difference between leaving me the fuck alone to fucking me. But I was the one who fucked him.

I smirked proudly when I thought of him screaming my name and begging me for more. It wasn't the first time someone told me keep going and it won't be the last. But how the hell would he survive my school if he never went to school at all?