Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Twenty Twø

He was turning into one of them,

he was turning the person I didn't like.

I wanted to hate him for choosing him,

but hating on someone I didn't have

was a stab in my heart.

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Everybody started to care about Mitch. Mitch didn't like the attention he was getting because he only hoped it was from girls, but he got it from everyone. And I mean, everyone. Mitch actually thought about skipping school for the rest of his life but the cops and social workers were on his ass most of the time. If he wasn't at a certain place in a certain time, his parents would automatically start freaking out and call the cops. I thought it was a load of bullshit because I was angry at Mitch for not telling what happened during the night he was abducted. He said I wouldn't understand how it felt to be buried alive for hours or how it felt to be dead.

Maybe he was right. I didn't understand death because I would have to die to understand but I understand the guilt, the grief, the fucking madness you have to go through because someone you loved died. If Mitch died, I would be the same way my mother died. I would go fucking insane. I would blame Grant because it was his fault for almost killing Mitch, it was his fault for putting Mitch six foot under and leaving him to dead.

Everybody started to forget about Mitch after they found Oakley having a panic attack in third period. Most people blamed me for the cause. They said "violence cause the innocent to go insane". I don't know if they was true or not but I knew one thing: I had to apologize to Oakley for going psycho on him. If he didn't run away from me every time I got close to him.

I stared profoundly at the silver haired boy and watched him smile and laugh at whatever Grant told him. I frowned when Grant kissed Oakley's temple and went back to talking to his friends. But Oakley turned his head and our eyes locked. His excited expression disappeared instantly and he looked away, biting his bottom lip. I sighed sadly and looked back at the dull food in front of me.

"Why is Oakley with Grant?" Mica asked in disgust.

I shrugged and poked at my food. I wondered that too. If Oakley got beat up by Grant and his guys, why would he stay with him? He was either staying because he was afraid of the trees being burned to the ground or—"maybe he doesn't know it's Grant," I said.

I looked at Mica who was staring at me with a raised eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about? Oakley saw Grant and he also saw me getting beat up."

"Maybe he saw Grant and the beating, but maybe he didn't see Grant beat you. Maybe he took him someone and after they finished you, one of Grant's friend punched Oakley and threatened him."

Mica looked like I had two heads but his features softened and he nodded in agreement. It probably didn't make sense to anyone but at least Oakley was somewhat safe. Mica went back to eating and some people came to the table to ask Mica some questions. He either answered some or told the people he hated to fuck off. Then the people started going to Grant's table and ask Oakley if he was okay. Oakley being the innocent little fuck he was, he told them he was okay and that he wanted to go home. I would loved to take him home but if he got inside the car with me, he would jump out. I leaned my elbow on the table and had my cheek on the palm of my hand.

"Why are you being such a pussy? I had never seen you become so soft for anyone," Mica said and took a bit from his sandwich. I sighed through my nose and curled my hands into fists.

"If you haven't noticed Mica, I have a huge crush on Oakley. Maybe I can say sorry but it probably won't mean anything to him. He

practically shits his pants when I come near him."