Closeted (BoyxBoy) [2014 Edition]

21: Rewriting Everything - Gabriel

I heard my name being called behind me, but I just couldn't take much more of the fucking chaos going on at this school! My fiancé, Kyle Collins, just took over this school! In the short few months he has been here, he's done things that I could have never even dreamed of accomplishing!

Not only did he win the position of wide receiver from Evan, but he also replaced Liam Jenkins as the captain of the Scholar's Bowl team! Then, he becomes Senior Class President? I didn't think there were anymore positions for him to steal away! But, I was wrong.

Dead wrong.

All of this, was Kyle's plan, to earn back his rightful title. As King of Livingston. And he snatched it away from me with one speech and two pawns to play with.

What was there left to do? I might as well surrender myself over to him and let him do what he wants. Clearly he can outsmart anyone, so he's unstoppable. He's untouchable.

He's fucking invincible.

We were walking down the empty hallway, hand-in-hand. There was silence between us, only the sound of shoes tapping against the glossy, tiled floors echoed among these walls.

My eyes hesitantly glanced over and saw Kyle with a small smirk on his lips and his arched eyebrows deepened just a bit. I opened my mouth to speak, but his vocals formed words first.

"You must have a lot going through your mind. Your thoughts?"

"I," I didn't know what to fucking say or think right now. But he was right. I was at a loss, "Never mind..."

"Saying 'never mind' isn't going to give you any answers. So ask."

There was a sharpening in his voice. It was more like he was demanding me to speak my thoughts rather than requesting them.

"Kyle... why did you come back to Livingston? What was your true plan?"

He stayed silent for a minute. By the time he spoke, I had realized that he pulled his hand away from mine and we had reached my classroom door. We stopped walking and stared at each other. That wretched smile didn't leave his face though.

It's starting to get fucking annoying.

He leaned in to kiss me, but my body reacted by pushing him away when his lips grazed mine. The smile withered and he sighed. He raked his fingers through his light brown hair, then tucked his hands in his jean pockets.

"I'll tell you later."

"Well, when's 'later'?"

"Later. As in 'when I want to tell you'."

I leaned against the wall and pressed my forehead to the painted brick build, "Right now isn't the time to act all 'in-control', Kyle. I want to know, now, goddammit!"

A small chuckle resonated from him. When I turned to look at him, he was already walking away. I was literally left with my mind mentally fucked.

"UGH! Fuck you, Kyle!"

I screamed at him from where he left me before storming my way into class. I couldn't pay attention to whatever the fuck it was the teacher was talking about. My mind was literally focused on Kyle fucking Collins.

Halfway through my mind-obsession over him, another thought popped into my head. The only other guy who had such a weird effect on me the past few months.

Liam.

I took out my iPhone and started looking for his name in the hundreds of contacts in my phone. But after skipping about fifteen people with an "L" in their first names, I found him and shot him a text message. I didn't really know how to start it off. We didn't exactly leave off on the best terms.