Crown a Bitch! (BoyxBoy)

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I have always notice his persistence, his easy ways to be an influence. The thought of him fearing no dares, the way he lives his life to the rules he breaks.

I always thought of him as predictable. He's your typical BAD BOY, to the point the unpredictable hit me like a bus. 

Who could have thought? 

My self-pride former best friend...is a rainbow loving freak.

"Suck a dick faggot!"

I scream my lungs out while he stares at me with those piercing ocean blue eyes.

Chpt #01: to silence a mocking brat

(4 YEARS AGO)

"Christopher!"

My 15 years old past self screams, BANG! A bullet hit the nearby tree. "Oh shit!" Christopher yells smiling, excitement written all over his face. "Jerold! They're just children!" The wife screams as she try to stop his husband's violence. "Bianca! They've stolen from us. Those fuckers have stolen from me!" BANG, "Jerold!" The wife screams again, as her husband loaded his riffle. I stare at Christopher worriedly as I hid in the bushes, while he uses the mansion's fountain as a shield, his eyes were at me as his lips slowly forms a smirk.

"Don't doubt me asshole." He whispers, his eyes as piercing as ever. I pause before replying with a relief smile, he continue to stare at me. I don't know what he was thinking at the time, but during that moment it looks as if he was trying to tempt me into something so imaginary that even I refuse to word it out.

"Wait for my signal." He whispers once more looking so daring, I could feel the rush of blood in my veins just by hearing those words. He scares me, but this thrill is so addicting that I can't help but fall in this dark abyss with him. The riffle then stops for a moment, and Christopher yelled 

"NOW!"

He dashes quickly towards me, grabbing me by the wrist as I tag along running with him. Leading  me to absolute darkness during that night, yet somehow, I never felt safer.

I have always admired him.

I always did, and will always do.

Too bad, instead of running straight during his youth.

He decided to do a curve...

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"I like guys."

He repeatedly confess refusing to meet my blazing gaze. Those ocean blue eyes glued itself in the ground, SLAP! I hit him, mortified. "Tell me you're lying." I stare at him refusing to believe the bullshit he's telling. I can clearly see the red mark on his right cheek where my hand hit, he just stood there without a reply. The thought of me miraculously scolding him without getting beaten up didn't even pop out of my mind during that moment. I was hurt. I was so disappointed. Depress.

Disgusted.

On that moment onward I begun ignoring him, avoiding him, and for 2 years he kept calling me, texting me, staring at me. Never having the guts to speak to me in person. 

Until one day, he stops. 

He confess to everyone about his sexuality, and everybody supported him. He was loved.

Envy was the fuel that cause the fire of my hatred towards him, waking me up, telling me I shouldn't be depress since it's not my fault that he turns out gay, but instead it is HIS.

It's his fault for being a faggot!

Crown a Bitch! (BoyxBoy)