The Chosen Ones (BxB)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Shawn has claimed me. I am his and nobody's going to take me away from him. His words, it's now embedded in my head, and it's not going away. As much as I want to shut off my mind, I just can't because Shawn keeps everything about me running. Though he's the reason why my brain is not functioning. Always. Right now, he has his arms wrapped around my hips as we walk further and all eyes are trained on us. I keep blushing, pushing him away because his action is kind of nagging me, but he persists. Instead, he tightens his hold around me if I ever do such a little move. Both Ivan and Brent are in a pissy mood today, and it's irritating me. I mean, it's not my fault that my Shawn is being possessive and all. I guess it's his thing.

Ivan keeps muttering under his breath and I catch some of the few words he's muttering, but I'm not going to let him bug me that much. In fact, I'm enjoying his misery right now. Shawn is with me. Shawn chose me. Not him. He can cry a river or blood and I won't probably care. He can suffer. I don't know why I hate him so much. I guess I just feel threaten. I know that I should not hate him because I have no reason, but when my mind flashes an image of him and Shawn together, it makes me want to vomit and cry and thrash and hate him more than ever.

Brent. As much as I want to torture Ivan, there's Brent I don't want to hurt. He's my friend, and friends don't hurt each other. Whenever I'd catch his eyes looking at our direction, there would be a flash of jealousy and hurt in his eyes and he'd look away. If I had a chance to mend his heart, I would, but I can't. And I think we don't have a power to.

As per Jelai and Mia, they keep snickering and pointing out things and to be frank, they have already made a name for us. They are calling Shawn Shawty and me Dandi. I don't know why they made a name for us but apparently for them, it looks cute on us. Which is not. Shawn and I agreed to that.

"They look good together, so cute." Mia gushes as she leans down a bit over Jelai and Jelai nods, agreeing. I blush again for a hundredth time. Shawn is not helping, though. Every time he senses that I'm blushing, he's going to point things out and say it aloud so everybody can hear it. I don't know why I ended up with him, but the feeling is so good. "Look at Shawn! He's very possessive and looks like he doesn't want to let go of Dylan. Do you think they'd last?"

"Oh I think they will," Jelai says in a whisper, smiling down at Jelai. Mia, being the shortest, needs to move forward so she can hear what Jelai has to say. It's getting annoying and I just want everybody to stop. Not because it's really annoying, but because they are making me look like a freaking girl. "Look at Dylan and Shawn. They are perfect and Ohmigosh, what would gay sex look like?"

That catches my attention and I've had enough of their talking. I immediately push Shawn aside and that makes Shawn stares at me in shock. I huff and glare at the girls and they laugh out loud with the other guys and I glare at all of them. Shawn's lips slowly tug into a sly grin and I roll my eyes at him. I stomp my foot in frustration and start to walk without Shawn by my side. Good. And bad. As much as I want to be a mature, grown man, I want to be babied by Shawn. I want him to come running for me and apologize. I want those to happen. But it doesn't. And I'm waiting. To my frustration, they all laugh at me and I continue walking, trying my best to ignore them. To everyone, I may look like a kid, but I'm freaking not.

I know I'm fuming, but I don't care. I don't know why I'm suddenly mad. It's probably because of Shawn. I calm myself down, taking a deep breath and inhaling the not-so-fresh air here. I feel the need to release stress. Ever since I got here, I've been dealing with stress and I haven't found a way to exhale it out. Well, except when I'm with Shawn. Mostly when I'm with Shawn. But right now, he's the one that's stressing me out.

A growl invades my ears and I look at my right and find a two-headed creature that has been staring at me for God knows how many minutes. Its eyes are trained on me, and the creature has actually two mouths that split into two, in half. Its fur is black and it's not looking so soft and fluffy at all. I make a step back, which causes the two-headed creature to snarl. Shawn is immediately on my side and hauls his sword out of nowhere. On my right side, Brent is holding a black laso that I've never seen before. His eyes are trained on me and even though they are a bit sad, I find happiness in them.