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

Chapter Ten

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COLLINS POV

Where the hell was he? The bell for gym class was about to ring and Dane was nowhere to be found. And we both knew if he was late for class one more time he would be suspended from the team.

So where was he?

What worried me most was the position of his things. His usual table held both his backpack and tray. But no Dane. I had known the guy for a long time and though he was an asshole I actually cared about him. And I knew him very well. His temper was horrible and it often caused alot of trouble for both him and hid victims.

So when I saw his stuff I immediately ran to find him, and stop him from doing anything destructive. I checked all his favorite places. The gym, the maple tree outside, even the art room (though he would never tell anyone else of his love of art.) Stumped I kept walking aimlessly. I was about to pass by the science rooms when a loud scream stopped me. I immediately ran in that direction, knowing where Dane was. I pushed opened the door roughly and as I ran into the room was immediately baffled by what I saw. Dane was sitting on the ground, punching some small kid who was blocked by his large frame. Small groans of pain were coming from the kid, who was almost unmoving under his attack. The strangest thing however was the presence of a small boy.

He was hugging around Danes back, trying desperately to pull him off the other boy. The strangled sobs were coming from his mouth. Shock ran through my system at my best friends actions. There was a small boy, hugging him in what could almost, in other circumstances, be considered intimate, but he was ignoring him.

"What the fuck man?" I questioned loudly. But he didn't even hear me, too blinded by rage to notice. I ran up to them and easily pulled off the small boy, pushing him out of the way before turning back to my best friend. I tried reasoning with him a few times, but he refused to listen. So I did the most sensible thing possible.

I drove my fist into his shoulder.

He growled in rage before turning and knocking me to the ground. He moved his fist back before throwing it forward towards my jaw. But I caught it shakily, a large smacking sound created from the contact.

"Dane it's me! Stop it!" Blinking blankly, as if he was just noticing what he was doing, he stood up and backed away from me. He took another look at the beaten boy, a livid expression regrowing on his face,before surprisingly ignoring the temptation, turning and leaving the room.

Though he did punch a wall on his way out.

On his departure, the small boy scrambled after him, a determined look on his small face. When they were both gone, I glanced at the boy Dane was beating, dread seeping through when I recognized his face.

It was Charlie

I ran over to him, pulling his head in my lap a stroking his soft hair. Without warning a torrent of tears poured down my face. And I forgot.

I forgot to lie to myself and the world that I don't like Charlie. That he is just a toy to me for pleasure and amusement and nothing more. And as I sat there, cradling his head and crying for the first time since I was ten, I had a terrifying realization.

I didn't think I could ignore the truth any longer.

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