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Chapter 17 - I Don't Know

"Don't speak to me, you fucking asshole," Oliver growled once he noticed the other teen was following him. He was so angry right now, almost seeing red as the emotion consumed him. He couldn't believe what Ryan had told him. Or more so, he didn't want to believe what Ryan had told him, why would he want to believe that his boyfriend had cheated on him? But he knew it was true, he knew that no matter what he wanted to believe, Will had done what he did. And that broke him so much to even think about.

"Oliver please, let me say something," Will begged, his voice still thick with fear and desperation as he tried to hold back the sobs that were continuing to plague him. He needed the other boy to just listen to him so they could work this out. "Please!"

Oliver whipped around, eyes manic as he could not believe Will's audacity of even trying to explain himself. He didn't want to hear it. "Shut up, you lying, cheating, son of a bitch!" he screamed, his face going red from the all the blood rushing to his head.

Will opened his mouth to say something, anything, to get Oliver to listen, but he would've been a complete idiot (more than he already was) is he said something now. He could see how absolutely furious Oliver was with him, his body heaving as he breathed heavily, and even making a noise right now would have Oliver exploding even more.

The silence hung heavy as they stood in that hallway, with the only thing to be heard was Oliver's huffing and puffing. The blonde wasn't sure why he was still standing there when even just looking at his boyfriend made him angry. But he felt like he had things he needed to say, things to get off his chest before he walked away from Will and their relationship, because he wasn't sure he would be able to continue after this. 

Will waited, wanting desperately to speak and convince Oliver that they could move on from this and still be happy together, still have the life they'd dreamed together. But he knew he had to wait for the blonde to make the first move and break the silence to show that it was ok to actually speak.

"I can't believe you, Will, I really can't," Oliver began, shaking his head as he decided to say what was on his mind. "You've made me feel so guilty and had me thinking I was this downright terrible person sometimes, and it's eaten at me for so long. So long. Do you know how bad I felt when you came to me and decided to be with me, only because you'd talk constantly about how terrible you felt over Ryan? We were supposed to be happy because we were finally together, but you got all negative about it. You're always so negative, Will. You always look at the bad and what's wrong. Why? Why do you always do that, Will?"

Will looked at him, completely confused by what he was saying. He wracked his brain, thinking of how to respond. Was he always so negative? He definitely never noticed it. Sure, he did see the negatives, but that was realistic? He certainly felt like he was positive about things, positive that they'd be happy together and live a wonderful life with each other. Where was this coming from? Was Oliver's anger twisting what he remembered of their past together? Or was Will just remembering things wrong?

"Oliver, I-" Will began to answer, but was cut off by the blonde.

"Y'know, I think the world of you," Oliver interrupted, not noticing that the other teen was about to speak. "I think you're this amazing, wonderful, perfect person who appeared into my life outta nowhere. I feel blessed each day when I remember that we're together because you're so much better than I am," he explained, his face showing how torn he felt inside. Torn between how happy he was to be with Will and the pain of his betrayal, tearing him up inside. "But now, after this, I don't know what to think anymore. I really don't. Because I want to be with you, and spend our lives together like how we'd imagined it. But I don't think I can live with the fact that you cheated on me. You went out and intentionally try to get even with me by sleeping with the one person you knew would hurt me the most. What the hell, Will?"