A New Kind of Drunk (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1

Okay so this is a new story! Help me make it great! Vote please! Comment please! And fan!  It would be a great help and I would love you for it. 

Okay so the dude on the right there===> Is who?....Ginn you gueesed right! I love that name! It;s smexy! I couldn't find the perfect Ginn cuz his eyes are different colors and his hair....it was hard to find a pic so i just picked an actor named Chris Brochu to play him even though he looks nothing lik ehim. IM so sorry!

Deticated to Strcfal! She was a  great help! A great! Help! Im so serious! Thank you so much! 

Okay Imma leave you be to the story now! Enjoy! :D

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"You're what?"

I was in my school library, scared out of my mind. Nate and I were alone in a corner, talking privately. For this conversation, though, I made sure no one could hear us. I was frightened to do what I was about to do. He always got violent when I didn't do exactly what he wanted me to do...and not doing things his way was exactly what I was about to do.

"I...I'm breaking up with you," I said quickly.

I spun on my heel, trying to run away from Nate before he could beat my face into the Library floor. He was much stronger then I would ever be. I was just some slim boy, with one blue eye and another gray, and black hair. I would never stand a chance against him. Though I tried to run, he still managed to grab my arm violently, just as I turned around. I didn't even get an inch away. 

He pulled me back with great force and grabbed my neck with his other hand, still holding my arm. 

"You’re breaking up with me?!". His words spit angry, vicious venom. I could see the veins in his forehead, looking as if they would pop any second. This only happened when he was dangerously mad, and that’s all he seemed to be these days.

I grabbed his hand with my free one and held it, trying to pull back from his grip. That obviously ended in failure. 

"Listen you little shit! If we break up, then so does your face!"

He let go of my arm and pulled his fist back, ready to punch my face and break every bone I have. 

Why him? Why did he have to be like this? In the beginning he was never like this. He was so...kind, sweet, and loving. And... I loved him. So much.

I heard a voice in the back of my head. A worried voice. It sounds like...

   

"Ginn...Ginn wake up." The voice was so faint, like someone talking from another side of a tunnel. I wanted to reach out to it and open my eyes.

"Ginn! Wake you're fat ass up!"

Steaming hot water was suddenly poured all over my body. 

   

I opened my eyes and jumped up, holding my face. I then fell to the ground when I lost my balance on my bed.