The Symptoms of Love (boyxboy)

Chapter Three

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Dayton's POV-

I only have two class with this enigma, Hunter O'Moore. Lunch, and Engligh. Somehow, we both ended up in the same English class even though I am a year above him. He sat in in the front of the class with one of Issac's brother's girlfriend's friends. I think her name is Giselle. Hunter seemed to click more with Giselle and Owen's girlfriend's guy friend, Josiah, than the rest of Owen's little group.

I saw Josiah and him entering most of his classes together which made me annoyed. Why did Zelena have to get to him first? If Issac had gotten to him first, I could be getting to know him.

But no. Zelena had to get to him first. Fucking Zelena.

Now, I am in English. I had lunch alone, like usual. I sat in my usual spot, a tree not far from the designated lunch area which has a roof. Unbeknownst to most people, the tree I sit under has a wooden plat form I installed in the tree so I can sit under it with a perfect amount of shade and rain won't hit me if I sit under it.

I watched from my place under the tree as Hunter smiled and laughed with Giselle and Josiah when they said something funny, or if he told them something and they laughed.

I wanted him to be with me, trying to make me smile and smiling that cute grin at me. Godammit, when did I turn into such a sap? I blame my girls from making me watch so many girly movies.

Seriously, last week I was tricked into renting that movie Me Before You. I won't lie, I cried.

Hunter sits by the classroom windows at the moment, the sunlight hitting his brown hair and making it seem more mahogony than the choclate brown you usually see. He's staring intently at the worksheet that we were recently handed, and I seriously hope he doesn't feel me staring at him and admiring his beauty or I will have to avert my eyes before he notices, and from expirence, I know that people almost always catch my stare right before I look away.

I look away now so I don't risk it. I watch the clock. I have free period next and all I really want to do is go to my tree and have a smoke. I can't at home anymore because Madeline and Melany scold me for it and get really upset. To the point of tears.

I stare at the clock harder urging  time to move faster when I suddenly feel as though someone is looking at me. Glancing to where I feel the stare from, I realize it's Hunter.

He blushes when he realizes I've caught him and goes back to his paper instantly. Blushing? Staring at me? Is it possible he might...no. No way. Not possible. Not likely. Hunter O'Moore doesn't feel the way I do.

It'd be to amazing. To great.

That kind of stuff doesn't happen to someone like me. I don't get a guy to like me back for two reasons.

Number one: I'm in the closet! No one but Issac and Dawn know that I'm gay! How am I supposed to be proud of who I am if I'm honestly a little pussy about this shit? I can't have a boyfriend because I'm just going to want to keep it a secret and that's rude to them.

Number two: What if Hunter isn't even gay? He could have just been embarrassed because he was zoning out and happened to be looking my way. That's a huge possibility.

The bell rings and I shoot out of my seat, eager to go get a smoke to calm my nerves and harshly beating heart.

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Melany and Madeline are in bed and I am staring at my clock waiting to hear one of them start snoring so I know that I am free to go out since they're are seriously deep sleepers. Like, really deep sleepers. However, despite this, I do have a backup plan. Dawn lives across the street from me, so I have her watch over my house since she's and insomniac and doesn't have anything better to do.

Dawn's insomnia has kept her awake for a long time. When she does actually sleep, it's fora a short amount of time. She has been unable to cure her insomnia so she's embraced it and uses it as a skill. She's crepuscular, which I guess it saying the she only manages to get some sleep in the very, very early hours of the morning. Like me, except it's because I am filled with hurt and anger and brokeness.

Suddenly, I hear soft snores. I grin and rise from my bed. I change into a pair of all black running shorts, my favorite Nikes, and a black T-shirt I will probably remove in the middle of one of my matches.

I grab my phone and my keys. Making sure to walk quielty past the girls' room, I slink my way out of my home and to my car in the parking lot. Dawn's desk lamp lights up in the apartment across from ours in the parallel building.

I speed out of the parking lot and to the lesser side of town where a lot of bad people live and work. I park my car in alleyway to avoid it getting stolen. I am glad my car is bullet proof, too. I walk into the bar, a sickly place called The Barrel which has a logo of a lumberjack chugging some sort of alcohol from a barrel. Very creative.

I walk through a mob of sweaty men and skanily dressed women. Some women try to approach my but turn away at my hard glare. I walk through and hallway, and the bouncer doesn't stop me when I walk right past him and into the basement. When I open the steel door at the bottom of the stairs, a wave of roaring men and women hits me. I walk through this crowd and look in the middle. Two burly men stand in the wooden rink like dogs in a dgo fighting rink.

They bare their teeth at each other, ready to lunge and attack. I shove my phone under one of the posts, knowing no one will find it there, and leap into the arena. People cheer louder, and the two men are for a moment confused before the other, one I recognize from here before, scrambles out of the rink. The other sneers. He must think his previous opponent a coward for ditching when a second man entered the arena.

He takes a single step forwards, before I speed forward, throwing my full body weight into an unexpected punch, knocking him out. He falls backwards onto his back, nose bloody and probably broken.

I crack my knuckles while the announcer, a man I respect named Jimbo, cheers, "And he's returned! The Iron Fist!" he cheers, and I smirk, feeling at home. Suddenly, I feel my stomach drop slightly when I notice a small pod of people who usually aren't here.

Owen, Zelena, Giselle, Josiah, and Tanner. Tanner is one of Owen's friends and one of my ex-junior high bullies.

Tanner looks terrified, like Giselle, Josiah, and Zelena. Owen looks impressed.

I don't mind them being here. Issac knows what I do for money. Tanner should be scared because I can easily kill him nowdays. Just to psyc him out even more, I remove my shirt ad throw it into the crowd. Women scream and scramble for it while I circle the rink, eager for someone to punch or kick or rip.

Eventually, Tanner leaps in, making everyone cheer louder, realizing our age similarity. Giselle and Zelena call for him, but he doesn't back down. I stand, waiting for him to make the first move.

We stand staring at each other, waiting. Finally, his eyes flicker to my legs as he charges forwards. I lean down and flip him onto his back. He scrambles back to his feet while we switch sides of the arena. He's panting and I haven't even broken a sweat yet.

Next, he charges forwards again, aiming higher. Big mistake, I lift my fist up at the last second, sending him spinning from my punch hitting the side of his head. My gloves cutting him across the eyebrow and part of his forehead. He'll have a scar. Just like one of my shoulder from when he and his friends used a bunsen burner to sear my skin.

He falls to the ground, crouched from dizziness as a side effect of the slashing. I lift him up with my hands in his armpits and lift him over the railing. Zelena and Josiah catch him. I balance my self for a second, just long enough to say, "He'll need that cut to be disinfected, and stitched. It's deeper that I meant it to be. When you go to the hospital, say you guys took a wrong turn and went to the wrong side of town and he got surprised by a guy with a knife. They'll believe it. And don't let him itch it on the way there. He'll infect it-"

But I don't get to continue because a new opponent pulls me off the railing and back into the rink for a new fight. When I look back to where my classmates were before, only some of Tanner's blood on the dirt floor remains as a reminder.

~~~~CHAPTER THREE! THREE CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY, I AM ON A ROLL! Please comment, vote, and/or share! -Oliver ~~~~