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

Chapter Nine

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Charlie POV

Everything was confusing. All week I had been trying to approach Collin, and all week he had been blatantly ignoring me. It seemed as if every time I went to talk to him he magically started walking in the opposite direction... Sarcasm intended. For even further confusion he would stare at me. Every class we shared I would feel his eyes on the back of my head, staring intently at me from his seat. But when I would turn to catch him he would give me weird looks, smiles that were between patronizing, lusty and hateful, before turning away and pretending that nothing happened. And every single one caused a painful twisting in my gut. Because it became apparent with his behavior that he was toying with me. And it made my heart hurt.

Another factor adding to my confusing thoughts this week was also the behavior of Billy. I had become quite protective of him, his fragile, niave personality making me feel inclined to watch over him, and seeing his actions this week made me worried. The usually happy boy was sulky and dull all week ever since Monday afternoon, ignoring our lunch conversations and staring at walls all week. He seemed very preoccupied. As if he was totally involved in something really important to him. I looked over at him, the crowded cafeteria buzzing around us. Janelle and Ray sat at our table across from him, holding hands and stuck in their own world.

Billy sat absent-mindedly, pulling at the sleeves of his sweater. The same black hoodie he had been wearing since Monday. It was still no smaller on him, the hem pooling around his knees in a heavy gather of fabric. It still looked familiar. It made me curious but I couldn't quite remember where I had seen it. And it was driving me kind of crazy.

Suddenly a slight change in Billys expression caught my attention, making me squint in focus. His eyes gained a small bit more longing, his lips slightly parted and his breath became a little more even, as if he was trying to control it. I looked in the direction he was looking, slightly shocked at what I saw. As my eyes looked at the exact place Billys was, a little to the right and angled upward, I could see a single person sitting at a table, his hulking figure dwarfing the small plastic chair slightly. He was listening to music, black earphones nestled and blocking out the loud, gossipy chatter of lunchtime. Even sitting he looked angry, his glare seemingly directed at his mashed potatoes for the moment. I couldn't believe it. Billy was staring longingly at Dane.

He was so wrapped up in Danes face he didn't notice my shock so I took the opportunity to study his jacket some more, trying to find any non-existent proof that I might be wrong. That Billy was staring at the lunch lady instead, anything besides Dane. But my hopes were crushed when my eyes met a small letter, discreetly sewn into the right shoulder of the black hoodie. In simple, blocky letters, inscripted right on the spot where a persons bicep (in Billys case an elbow) would go, was a tiny black D. I swallowed to prevent the gasp that was forcing itself up my throat.

How the hell did Billy get Danes jacket?

It was time for me to have an important talk with Billy.

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I gently but stiffly grabbed Billys arm, pulling him out of his seat. I then ignored Janelles curious questions and just gave her a reassuring smile, continuing out of the cafeteria with Billy trailing behind me. I glanced around the hallway, looking for a private place to talk. Seeing the empty Biology class I took no notice to Billys meek protests and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind us. I then put my hands on my hips while staring accusingly at him. He avoided my gaze, staring at the ground nervously. He raised his head slowly, a timid grin appearing on his face.

"Should I have a rape whistle or do you always just pull younger boys into rooms with you?" He joked carefully, sending a gentle chuckle in my direction. I laughed for a second before regaining my focus, pointing accusingly in his direction.

"No distracting me, where the hell did you get that hoodie?" His face grew panicked for a second before he hid it poorly, trying to act clueless.

"It was a-a h-hand-me-down from m-my brother!" He stuttered not meeting my eyes. I shook my head, not believing his obviously false lie.

"Let me rephrase that," i stepped towards him, not in a threatening manner, just stern. "Where did you get Danes hoodie?" His face grew pale in shock and panic as he struggled to find words to deny my claim. But he knew he had lost as he slumped his head into his hands, his sigh defeated.

"I didn't mean for it to happen it just-" he stopped midsentence, the sadness breaking his voice. I softened my features, sympathy flooding through my system. No wonder we were friends, we obviously liked the same type of guys. I gently lifted his chin, brushing his hair back from his face. His eyes were watery, filled with unshed tears.

"Look it's ok, I'm just worried that-" I never got to finish my sentence. Because as I was soothingly holding his cheek, trying to comfort one of my best friends, a large slam interrupted us, making him jump closer into my arms. The door had flew open, and my heart stopped as the person stepped inside, a murderous expression on their face.

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