Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Thirty Three

The everlasting picture faded when Oakley had to leave. He was still sick but he said he couldn't wait for me to come home and cuddle with him. I couldn't wait either. When Oakley left, I hung around Aggie and Grant as the day passed on. I had a few classes with Aggie and she tried talking to me but I wasn't listening, at least not completely. She knew my mind was on Oakley.

I couldn't get him out of my mind, he was like a fucking a bug that buzzed in the back of head and never left. I already knew I was in love with Oakley but how was I going to tell him? I let it slip once but maybe it was the moment. Maybe it didn't mean anything. Oh god, what am I saying? I definitely meant what I said. I love him.

I love Oakley.

I was in love with a fucking tree hugger.

And that didn't make me love him any less. Aggie glared at me when I was listening but I smiled softly at her and she gave me an awed stated before she went back to talking. "So, what are you going to wear for the Winter Formal?"

I arched an eyebrow and scoffed. "Why the fuck would I go to that?"

"Because you promised you would go."

"To who?"

"To me!" Aggie smiled brightly and I had the urged to roll my eyes. Why would I go to a stupid dance when I could go to a party and-- oh. I couldn't do that anymore because I have Oakley. I leaned my elbow on the table and leaned my cheek on my hand. Maybe I should go to get this shit over with. For some odd reason, maybe I did promise Aggie I would go. Or whatever.

"Is Grant coming?" I asked.

Aggie raised an eyebrow, opening and closing her mouth, and answered, "I don't think so? Why do you ask?"

I shrugged. I didn't want to leave Grant hanging when he was having a small crisis in his life. He didn't have anyone after what happened to him so I was the only person he had. I frowned myself when I thought of ditching him and stay with Aggie but Oakley would bitch and convinced me to chill with Grant. Was I always a good person? I hope I wasn't but it had to be Oakley's and my mother's fault.

"Maybe he should tag along with us," I answered.

Her eyes popped out her sockets and a few chuckles left her mouth. I would be shocked too if Aggie's enemy wanted to chill with us. I chuckled along with her and silence came. I wanted to keep talking to Aggie but I guess she was thinking about Grant and if he should come with us.

A few weeks ago I didn't want him nowhere near us but now I wanted to be near him because I pitied him. Many pitied me when my mother died and the people who I thought would helped me through it (like my uncles and aunts, maybe cousins too) but they weren't there. Not even my father who cared about his job more. So...maybe I wanted to be there for Grant when he was having a small crisis about his life where he almost died. Sure, he didn't die like Mica, but I was there for him when nobody was. It was the least I could do in my selfish fucking life.

"I guess? As long it's fine with you, Tate," Aggie assured and smiled. Her smile dropped and her brown eyes shifted to worry. "Is everything okay?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Like with Grant and you?"

Shit. I almost froze. My blood went extremely cold and my heart stopped for a second. Aggie would never forgive me if she found out what happened between Grant and I. Hell, she would never forgive me if she found out what really happened in the cliff. I couldn't lose Aggie again when I got her back. But she was my best friend. I had to tell her or she would be devastated that I didn't tell her and she would give me the whole "being best friends" lecture again. I thanked the heavens that she didn't see what went down between Grant and I. I had to admit, he was fucking hot, but I didn't have any feelings for him, just lust and that was it.