From Straight Lines to Circles (bxb) ***ON HOLD***

Chapter Three

I started to hyperventilate, making him chuckle in amusement.

Collin just caught me,

Collin just stopped me from falling,

Collin saved my life today.

Collin has really pretty eyes.

I started to feel woozy, the world circling around me. Gently Collin set me on the ground, his muscular arms flexing with the effort. I think I drooled a little.

"Do you think you are going to pass out, because I can only carry someone to an infirmary so many times in one day, she's going to think I beat you." With his comment my eyes went wide, the fear now settling in my stomach. Collin was alone with me in the hallway with no one to protect me. I cowered against the locker, making him cringe in realization. "Oh shit," He cursed, reaching his hand towards my face. I shrank away, trying to hide my body and staring wide eyed at his hand. Though I was terrified a tiny part of me wanted to lean into his hand.

This bothered me.

He receded the same moment, staring disbelievingly at his hand, the hand he was about to caress my face with. Within seconds his eyes narrowed and he glared, but it did not project as much intensity as I'm sure he wanted, slight hints of sympathy and guilt hidden poorly in his gaze. With a huff he pushed me against the locker, surprisingly quite gently, and rose to his feet. He dusted off his knees and pointed severely in my direction, that same look on his face.

"Your'e a fag." He said it simply, calmly even but it didn't seem to contain much maliciousness. At least yet again not as much as he wanted. He raised his hand to his temples, trying to rub away the ache that I'm sure was forming and then spun on his heel and ambled away, his other hand balled in a tight fist. As I watched him walk away two emotions were running through me. Confusion because of what just happened and pity. Because in that last look he gave me, his last connection before he turned and walked away, the anguish apparent across his handsome face I had only seen in limited moments. It made me wonder. Was I not the only one with confusion?

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At lunch I sat with Janelle, trying to ignore her rambling while picking apart a very unappetizing. sandwich from the cafeteria.

"C'mon! It'll be fun!" She pleaded using her persuasive voice. The voice that I sadly could never say no to.

"Janelleee..." I whined, avoiding her gaze. "You know how much I hate parties! All those sweaty, straight teenagers packed into a room!" I shuddered heavily, making her giggle at my theatrics. She rolled her eyes taking a bite of her hamburger.

"Pleassee? I hate not having my best friend there!" I scoffed loudly at her comment, shaking my head in disagreement. "No really! I'm always so lonely!" She then gave me her puppy dog eyes, my resolve starting to waver.

"Oh yeah I'm sure you lonely. All those hot guys surrounding you, it must be torture." She ignored my sarcasm.

"Please, please come to the party... I promise I won't leave you, I'll stick by your side all night." I mentally sighed in disagreement, an ache forming in my already stressed mind. I love my best friend but do not trust her at parties. Every time she drags me to them I am usually stuck hiding in a dark corner, avoiding those who make fun of me and watching to make sure she is ok as she gets totally drunk.

I truly do want to be able to watch over her, but it is definitely not my favorite life moment. I was about to refuse but when I saw her pleading face I crumbled. I really needed to toughen up. I visibly deflated before nodding curtly and throwing my head on the table. Her squeal of delight nearly shattered my ear drums already making me regret my decision. As she started babbling about what to wear I tuned out, instead eavesdropping on other peoples conversations around the cafeteria.

For about five minutes I noticed nothing interesting, until my eyes met two hulking figures, their muscular frames leaning against the wall and a set of dark gray eyes narrowed in annoyance. I couldn't hear what they were saying, their distance too far for my ears, but I could see his rigid posture making my curious.

Dane was muttering something, his face serious as he talked, his rippling arms crossed and tensed, as if ready to strike. Collin stood in all his usual glory, but was also noticeably tense. He was glaring at Dane, shaking his head vigorously at something he was saying. Dane became more rigid, the anger in his face heightening as he glared back staring to raise his voice above a dark mumble, I could now make out few words.

"I don't believe you! I think there is something more, something you are not telling me!" Collins shook his head again, his posture sure and solid. Yet his eyes were slightly confused darting... in my direction? Shock and slight lust coursed through my body, murking my thoughts. Was Collin Waysworth looking... at me? He opened his mouth and yelled back, somehow not attracting the attention of the entire cafeteria.

"You are a dick!" Collin yelled while pushing Danes chest warningly, seemingly uncomfortable with the close proximity. "How could you think that!" I strained my neck desperate to hear. Dane cursed audibly, while his voice turned dangerously cold.

"Well it sure seemed to me like you actually like that fag." My heart stopped as he said this clarity sinking in my heart. I kept listening, even as I possessed the knowledge that I was most likely about to get hurt. Collin locked his jaw, the strain in his words showing slightly in his face. Luckily for him Dane was oblivious to the strain, seemingly starting to believe his words.

"No. You should know me better, I don't like fags and I never ever will. They are disgusting" He stood his ground for a few seconds while locking eyes with Dane, waiting for him to back down. Finally Dane relented, backing up against the wall and nodding. With Danes acceptance Collin turned and stomped away, his knuckles white from being tensed. As he left he turned his gaze towards me angrily, making me cower self consciously. He glared at me with the most hate I had ever seen, its severity making ice coat my heart. I almost died a little inside, it was so hateful. He then broke his gaze and left the cafeteria, slamming the door harshly as he stomped out. I turned and cut Janelle off in the middle of her sentence, mumbling an excuse for my exit and then rushed out of the cafeteria, the tears starting to flood down my face.

Collins POV

I saw him crying as he ran out of the cafeteria and it made me hate him even more. I actually cared. I actually cared he was feeling pain, the tears rolling down his cheeks in torrents. I can't be around him, I lose control of my emotions. I have to keep reminding myself, keep fueling my hate. I cannot let myself feel care for another person. I cannot let myself stop hating Charlie.

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