Don't Rain On My Parade (Boyxxboy)

Chapter Four

***Rolland POV***

"Rolland! Stop! I need to talk to you!" Oliver's smooth voice says from behind me, but I don't stop. I keep walking, weaving in and out of the students hoping that I could lose him. "ROLLAND PLEASE!" He whines and I hear the desperation clearly. My anger rises inside me and I clench my fist around the strap of my bag, picking up my pace. I spot the boys bathroom up ahead and throwing a quick glance behind me I see that there are students blocking his view from me. I take advantage of that and bolt to the bathroom, slipping in and leaning against the door. I check the room, making sure no one else is in there before I lock the door, preventing any interruptions. I look down at my hands and see that they are trembling slightly and I clench them into fists trying to calm the anger I can feel building. I had always had an anger problem, ever since I was eight. That's what happens when your biological mother leaves you and your little brother home alone in your cocaine riddled apartment for drug addicts to tease and torment for a three weeks straight. I had had to grow up fast and become tough to protect Allen and I. The dark thoughts threated to overthrow my mind but I push them back, locking them up in the farthest and darkest part of my brain, locking the box and throwing away the key. I slide down the wall and sit on the floor, drawing my knees up and wrapping my arms around them. The ugly green tiles feel cool against my skin and I close my eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

No I wouldn't let myself get angry, I couldn't let myself get angry. One more Outburst and the system threatened to separate Allen and I. I needed to be stable, I needed to do good in school and find a job and get my own place so they would allow me to become Allen's guardian when I aged out of the system. I was seventeen, only one year away from being able to be his guardian. He was only twelve, He had six more years in the system if I couldn't get my act together. I keep this in mind as I breath in and out, trying to stop the rising anger and trembling hands. I continue to do this until I hear the late be. SHIT! I jump up, grab my fallen backpack and unlock the bathroom door, bursting out but stopping short when I see the person sitting just outside.

***OLIVER POV***

I look up from scrolling through Facebook on my phone when I hear the bathroom door open. Rolland comes bursting out only to stop short when he sees me. I give him a shy smile as I stand up, stuffing my phone in my pocket. A look of venerable surprise flickers in his stormy eyes before vanishing under a cold hard expression, filled with disgust. And that disgust is aimed at me. I gulp and it takes everything I have not to run away from his gaze, Talk about looks that kill. He makes a move to go around me but I hop in his path, blocking his escape. He growls under his breath and DAMN if it wasn't the sexiest thing I had ever heard.

"Get out of my way Faggot." He hisses, though I can tell the word was like acid on his tongue just by the way it sounded forced coming out. I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest. "Get out of my way before I throw you to the ground." He threatens. I give him my toothy grin and Snicker as I see his blush. I shake my head again.

"Not until you let me show you something." I say gently. He snorts and tries to escape again but once again I block his path. He feigns right but I anticipate his move and step left placing my hands on his chest to stop him from barreling me down. Tingles shooting into my fingertips at the contact. I feel abs, Holy hell I feel rock hard abs through this thin shirt! Totally fangirling right now. Gah Focus Oliver, You're here to clear thing up not have mental sex with him! He gives a surprised little grunt.

"You saw that coming?" I grin again, pushing away my dirty thoughts

"Jeremi plays girls basketball, I've been to every single game since freshmen year. I know moves." My grin turns into a smirk as my words affect him. Oops! NOT. WHAT. I. MEANT.TO. DO. I scowl, I am going to have to brain bleach my dirty thoughts If this keeps up! GAH FOCUS!!!! I take a deep breath and pull my thoughts together. Here Goes nothing. "look about last night I-" He cuts me off with a rough push, making me stumble back.