Homophobia

Chapter 3

"Where did you go? I was looking for you?" Josh grabs Louis arm, and hugs him, pouting.

"I went to buy some shit from the store." Louis huffs, walking towards his car.

Louis car was an all black old school camaro, his dad had gotten him for his 16th birthday. The paint was shiny but dull, and had a used look about it that made it look ten times better. Louis loved this car.

"For three hours? You left third period.." Josh says, getting in the car after Louis.

"I can't go to the fucking store now?" Louis growls, Josh sighs.

He's growing tired of how Louis treats him. But atleast he can pretend Louis loves him, and that their relationship means something to Louis. But mostly, he likes being there for Louis on his bad days.

Those are the days when Louis appreciates Josh, and allows him to hold and comfort him.

That's what Josh stays for.

"Are you coming to my house or going home?" Louis asks Josh.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

Louis sighs, "Josh. I'm in no mood."

Josh huffs, and crosses his arms over his chest. "Take me home."

Louis shrugs, and pulls out of the school parking lot.

Along the way Louis sees Zayn smoking a cigarette walking with his hands in his pockets.

He rolls the window down, and whistles at Zayn, "Oy! Need a ride mate?"

Zayn grins, and trots over to Louis car. "What's up guys? Thanks for the lift Louis."

Louis grumbles a sure, and drives toward Josh's house. Zayn stays silent listening to music on his phone, while Josh stares out the window quietly ignoring an oblivious Louis.

When they arrive at Josh's house, Josh hops out the car slamming Louis door.

"Don't slam my car doors, or you will become a pedestrian. Last warning." Louis growled driving off.

"So what'd up with you and that Harry kid? Liam told me, you two have a bet going on? Seeing if you can fuck him or not?"

Louis laughs, feeling the tension drain from the car. He remembers when Zayn was his fuck-buddy, and that had gone on for about six months, before they both got bored and Louis met Josh.

"Yeah. He's fucking adorable. I'm gonna make him think we're studying, and then fuck him. He's got this shitty anxiety problem though, so I gotta do all this trust gaining bullshit."

"What happens if you win?" Zayn smirks, throwing his cigarette out the window.

"I get $100 and a blowjob." Louis grins, and pulls up in front of Zayn's house.

"If you lose?"

"Then Harry fell in love with me, and I'm fucking screwed."