Breaking Them Up (BoyxBoy) (On Hold Forever)

Breaking them Up :::5:::

*Damien’s POV*

　

I’m late, though I was at the door long before the warning bell. I couldn’t make my feet move to drag myself into the student support room. Seeing Kyle would probably make me vommit, considering thinking about him made me feel sick.

Still, the kids who were as late as I was were dwindling away and a teacher would begin roaming the hall snapping at the late kids any moment. I didn’t particularly feel in the mood to get yelled at, so very carefully I push open the door and tip toe in.

Kyle is sitting center room, writing like usual. Maybe I can avoid being seen? I take a step forward incredibly slowly, tring not to be heard. Of course there just happens to be a zip lock bag on the ground, and being me, it’s not hardto guess what happens next.

The world is upside down. That is of course, after I’d fallen forward loudly onto a desk that decided to tip over throwing me onto the ground. Well, as fun as that’d been, I think Kyle might have noticed my entrance “Are you okay?” he asks. Ican’t help but note he doesn’t bother to get up and check.

As touching as his concern is, I get to my feet and run for the teachers desk, hidding behind it where he can’t see me. I hesitate a moment, then take out my work. The secretary, who is standing by the printer, raises an eyebrow that was in much need of a pluck, looking at me.

I force a smirk and a wave, then open my backpack. I’m taking out the first text book so I can work when the thing I feared happens-footsteps. Coming towarsd me. The secretary hasn’t moved and the only person in the room I really don’t want to talk to.

He stands looking down at me for a moment, then, looking uncomfortable to have to do so, kneels down like he’s talking to a child who is sulking because they didn’t get what they wanted. “I thnk I was perfectly nice yesterday. I didn’t even get annoyed at you for crying”

“You are terrible at being nice if you really think that” I whine, not looking at him.

“Oh, for christs sakes” he growls, getting frustrated with me “You’re gay. Who gives a flying fuck?”

“A lot of people actually…Me, my parents, Seth, Catholics, Muslums…” I hold up a finger for each group of people I name. Hes scowling at me though.

“Whatever. I meant I don’t care, and I’m the only one who knows right?”

Did Seth know, or did he think it was for name what it was for him? “Yes” I say hesitantly, not knowing if it’s entirely true.

“Then nothings changed because I suspected from the start.”

I glower “You did not”

“You’re not exactly discreet you know”

My hands ball into fists “Are you claling me a flamer?!”

“You did dress up as a girl to get out of a fight, which is valid argument.”

“Fuck you!”

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I was oddly happy-Kyle completely didn’t seem to mind that I was a homo, and it gave me an odd confidence that when I was ready to come out, no one else would either. The only thing to bum out my mood? No progress against Seth and Karen for the past three days. Why?

No Kyle. He wouldn’t awnser my texts either.

It was at this point on this Thursday that I decided waiting any longer could be fatal-Seth and Karen could actually fall in love the speed they were going, and it was my personally duty to prevent that. To prevent it I was going to need my obnoxious partners help.