Possession [boyxboy]

5. "i don't want to talk about it..."

"So, what grade are you in?" Harry asked as we ate dinner.

I glared at him. "I'm a senior." I answered him, even though I didn't really want to. But I promised my mom that I would try my best to be nice tonight.

And it's not that I actually don't like the guy or anything, he seems like a really nice guy but I'm trying to look out for my mom.

"That's cool!" He smiled at me. "You must get into a lot of trouble, huh? I know I did when I was a senior."

"I guess into some trouble sometimes." I responded, which caused my mother to scoff.

"He gets into trouble everyday. He's known as a bad boy at school."

"Oh really?" Harry turned to me with raised eyebrows.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I'm known as one of the biggest bad boys at my school...but who really pays attention to all that gossip." I do.

"Wow! All the girls must just fawn over you." He said, with a smirk on his face.

"And boys. I'm bisexual, actually." I responded.

His eyebrows raised again. "Really?" He asked.

"Yeah, do you got a problem with that?" I asked, a little warning resting behind my voice.

"No, of course not. I'm just a little shocked."

I gave him a confused look. "Why?"

"Well you just see someone like you and you don't really expect them to be into guys. But don't worry, I don't have any problem with it." I gave him a skeptical look, not exactly trusting him completely. "In fact, my sister is lesbians. So I've always been a huge supporter of the LGBTQ+ community."

"Oh, well that's cool." I said to him.

You know, this guy isn't as bad as I thought.

.....

I walked into school the next day, and walked to my locker.

I opened it and started taking stuff out of it when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around to see Carter.

I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked in worry.

He visibly gulped and then looked down, before looking back up to me. "Listen, can you just not tell anyone about yesterday?" He asked, nervously.

I looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I just...many people don't know about...well...just don't talk to anyone about my...grandfather..." He hesitated.

"Ummm...okay." I responded, still a little confused but sort of understanding what he was saying. Just don't talk about his grandfather.

"Thanks." He nodded his head once before rushing off.

"Hey, wait!" I shouted, starting after him.

I caught up to him right before he had the chance to turn the corner. I grabbed his arm, lightly. He still flinched but didn't freak out like he usually does.

He turned around to face me. "Yeah?" He said, shaking slightly. Tears clouding his vision.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, worry evident in my voice.

He shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it..." A few stray tears slipped down his cheeks as his sentence trailed off.

He sniffled a few times, trying to stop but crying but he couldn't. "Here, come with me." I said and took his hand in mine, leading him to the bathroom.

I brought him into the bathroom and then shut the door and locked it. I brought him over to the sink and lifted him up to where he was sitting on it.

I grabbed some paper towel and started to wipe his tears off his face. "Shhh...it's okay..." I whispered to him as I wept up the tears that kept falling from his eyes.

"No, it's not." He mumbled and tried to lean back against the mirror but hissed when he did.

I froze and stared at him. "What was that?"

He looked down at his hands resting in his lap, not meeting my eyes. "Nothing..." He mumbled.

"That's a lie."

"I-I'm not allowed t-to talk about it." He stuttered out.

I stared at him for a few seconds. "Stand up." I ordered him and stepped back a little to give him some room to stand up.

He hesitated before sliding off the sink and landing on his feet. I grabbed his hand and turned him around. I grabbed the hem of his sweater and started to lift it. As soon as his skin started showing, there were bruises and scars all over.

I winced and had to put it back down immediately. "Carter..." I said, anger dripping on my tongue.

He didn't turn around to face me. "Yes...?" Fear evident in his voice.

"Who did this to you?" I asked, clearly mad.

He shivered involuntarily. "I can't say."

"Carter..."

"I'm sorry." He said before quickly running out of the bathroom.

I didn't try to go after him this time though. He obviously needs to be alone. And even if I may be worried about him, I don't think he'd do anything to himself. He doesn't strike me as that kind of person.

.....

"Hey dude!" I looked over to my left to see Jacob standing there. We were currently in history. It was almost the end if the period so no one was really doing anything anymore.

"Hey." I said.

He sat down next to me. "Why're you so down?"

"I don't really want to talk about it."

"Is it about Carter?" He asked, the teasing tone evident in his voice.

I chuckled. "Yeah, it is. I'm just worried about him."

"What's wrong with him?" He asked me.

"I honestly don't know." I responded.

"Well I'm not trying to tell you how to run your love life but I think you should try to be a little more persistent and demanding with him. Like how I am with Tim."

"And how's that working for you." I said, mockingly.

"Touché." He responded. "Look, I'm not saying be like me, because there's only one of me baby. What I'm saying is to busy be a little more persistent."

I nodded my head.

"Or maybe just a little more possessive."

.....

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