Please dont go... [boyxboy]

Please dont go... Chapter Two

I faked a smile as I strolled towards Warren. He smiled back giving me a warm hug and whispered softly :

            “I’m Sorry…”

 I suddenly felt happy inside, to the fact he had said it to my face.

            “Its alright, I always knew there was something wrong with her!”          

He chuckled to himself, I turned around to see if my sister was here with my car, but, to my surprise I found myself face to face with the dirty orange slut Warren claims is his girlfriend.

 Her look pierced through me, Damn, if looks could kill. Well, lets not go there! She examined my body from head to toe

             “Err, can I help you?”

 I said sharply, she stopped looking at my body and stared deep into my eyes, she came closer almost touching noses: 

            “Yes actually you can! How about, you keep your grubby homo hands off my man!”

 Loud wolf whistles settled the moment, my sister had just pulled up behind Carson, Warrens ‘girlfriend’. She honked the horn a couple of times, I rolled and my eyes and went to the window, viciously pushing past Carson. I could see the cheeky grin on my sisters face,        

            “Oooh, I sense DRAMA!”

She said loudly, she weirdly sounded excited..

            “UGH! Shut up and get out, you better give me the petrol money when I get home tonight, or there will be drama!”

She got out lazily, slamming the door hard after her, turning more heads. I glared at her; she smiled back innocently as if her behaviour were completely normal. She threw the keys over the top of the car, scraping the paint and crashed onto the floor beside me, I grumble and yelled at her,

             “Grr! Can you do anything right? First you’re late with my car, then I find out you’ve used all my gas, and now you’re flinging my Eff’ing keys all over. Err Thanks? Much Appreciated sis!”

 I locked up the car and turned back around pushing my way to the door of my workroom, room 48b – Drama & Performing arts. I scanned my pass, and went straight in, there was no one there, I pulled out a chair and took a seat. The door opened, and slammed shut again, it was Warren. He came and sat on the corner of my desk, and said quietly,

             “I overheard that for this year were doing a performance project about gays and lesbians, sounds fun huh?”

 “Um, sure I guess, singular or groups?”

 “Groups of 2-4 people.”

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