Choke me » Joshler/tysh

9• Not a chance

Tyler's pov

I was currently washing my hands off in the sink of the boys bathroom during lunch hour. I couldn't help but check myself out a little too. I straightened myself up and started running my wet hands back through my hair to give it a bit of style.
In the mirror I could see the guy next to me layering on black eyeliner under his eyes.
I looked away from him so I didn't have to wince over someone sticking a pencil so close to their eyeball.

I felt him glance at me briefly.

"Is that...a hickey?" This guy called- pete?-questioned loudly, sounding incredibly amused as he put the eyeliner down on the counter to turn to me.

"What. Psh, no of course not." I replied quickly as I used my hand to cover up the side of my neck.

"No that is definitely a hickey, I know a hickey when I see one. Give me another look." He demanded with a goofy grin as he came at me and tried to pry my hand away to get a better look.

I swatted him away with my free hand as I attempted to glue my other hand to my neck.
"No stop it's not a hickey." I lied.

(Lying is bad kids)

"Well then you should have no problem showing me then." He was quick to sass back.

At this point a guy in my basketball team walked into the bathroom.
His name was Chance and he towered over both Pete and I in hight.

"This guy bothering you?" He asked me as he looked to pete, his hands on the hips of his lanky frame, his basketball singlet hanging loosely on him and his slightly curly hair hanging messily over his stern face.

You see with basketball comes a team, and with that team comes a whole bunch of guys who will defend their own like some sort of pack, and with your protective pack comes popularity because no one will mess with you.

"Nah we are just playing around." Pete said and then got the gist that he should probably leave now. He grabbed his eyeliner and with one last teasing glance at me, he strolled off out of the boys bathroom with his straightened black hair and emo air.

"I don't like that guy." Chance commented once pete was gone.
He leant back against the sink with his arms folded.

"Why not?" I asked regardless of not really caring as I dried off my hands with a paper towel.

He mumbled something about eyeliner and hair.
Though his sentence was simple the underlying message was  'judgment judgment bla bla I think I'm better than him and so does everyone else because I play sport and have my life sorted because I actually try at school and am going to collage, everyone loves me but I'm still going to chat about someone else to make myself appear more mature when I'm actually a tall self centred white boy with a cheating girlfriend and rich ass parents' .

He isn't all that bad though.

He sighed and walking off into a stall after telling me he'd be out in a second so we could hang out.

I mumbled a casual okay in reply and gave myself one last look over in the mirror.
I caught sight of the decent bruise in the crook of my neck. I tilted my head to the side to better examine it in the mirror.
I ran a finger over it and frowned.

This better be hide-able.

I tried to fix the collar up so that it would cover up Josh's homo ways...and my homo ways..

The collar wasn't high enough to cover it though.
Shit.

...he did this on purpose! I know he did.
I can't believe him.
Now what am I going to do.