Bandaged & Damaged {BoyxBoy & FIN & EDITING}

chapter eleven

The kisses were treasured.

And the touches...

Man, I haven't thought about anything else, but Easton hugging, kissing and saying sweet things to me. At first, I was uncomfortable because no one has ever spoken to me like that or kissed me in a way that I felt like I was floating. It was all new to me, but I wasn't complaining, I was...special, to him, I guess.

Maybe I was too special to him.

I kept our relationship to a minimum but, at the same time, let people know that we were dating. Junior asked about it, and it made me realize that if he knew, then the others knew. I almost hoped he didn't have a problem with me dating a guy, but I was supposed to be the guy who gives zero fucks, so why would I care if Junior didn't like homosexuals?

"He was your friend," the man confirmed. "That's why you cared."

"Yeah," I mumbled.

I never saw myself dating a guy or dating at all. It never interested me, or people didn't seem to be interested in me, not that I cared. They didn't do anything for me. Why should I give them the time of day to show interest in them?

"Something seems off about him," Junior whispered to me. I picked out my lunch and frowned when I saw they only had sandwiches and steaks.

"What do you mean?" I said, not looking at him and picking the steak.

"I don't know, but he's just...I don't know, man."

"Is it because he doesn't like you?"

I looked at him, and he gave me a what the fuck look. "What? No. I don't care about that."

"Then what's the problem?"

He sighed and looked anywhere but me. "Something doesn't feel, right, okay? Just trust me."

I did trust Junior. He was the only friend I had and actually hanged out with me rather than leave me unnoticed about the gang that I was supposedly in. But at that time, I didn't listen to him, and that was my mistake. We picked our food and walked to an empty table. As soon as I sat down, Pierce and Nixon sat on the other side of the table. Pierce had water in his hand, and Nixon had a box of cigarettes.

"Asher said to stop smoking," Junior said calmly.

Nixon rolled his eyes. "I'm stressed."

"About what? You don't go to your classes, don't do your homework, and you lay around thinking that it'll go by, it won't."

Nixon groaned and put the box in his pocket. "Okay, Dario, just let me smoke this pack, and I'll try to stop."

"What does Dario do?" I asked and started eating my food.

"Go ask him," Nixon said cockily.

"He's usually by Asher's side. We thought they were dating, but they are just close. They have some kind of history we don't know about," Junior explained and ignored what Nixon said.

"And he's also the mom in our group," Nixon added. "It's kind of weird, though."

"How so?" I said, not understanding.

"He does the bad shit we do but nags about the bad shit we do. He's a confusing little fuck. I get that he and Asher are buddy buddy, but it's like having two more parents." Nixon rolled his eyes and reached for his pocket, but Junior glared at him, and Nixon pulled back. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

"What about Kiel?"

"Bodyguard," Pierce said and took a sip of his water. That was the first thing he said ever since he sat down. "But enough about us. What about you and your boy toy?"