Outcast {boyxboy} (OLD)

Chapter 13 - Confessions

 I knew I wasn't going to school today, and I knew damn sure Angel and Ashura weren't either. It's almost time for first period anyway. And because my little cinnamon roll is sleeping in my room, I have to stay with the boyfriend. Everyone knows how that goes down. I mean, everyone. Maybe if I avoid it somehow, maybe it won't happen. Meh, probably.

I walked into his room, noting that the twins are still arguing. I never really actually looked around it recently. I knew he rearranged some stuff, too. Oh! Oh... I picked up the photo frame from his nightstand and observed the photo in it. It's of Jacklyn, Ashura, and me on Halloween when we were five. I was crying in the picture though. I didn't want to be a prince that year, I wanted to be the king. But Ashura was the oldest, so he got the costume.

Why he has this picture out is very questioning though. Oh well. I set it back down and flopped on the bed. I've always wondered why they actually became my friends. Just because our parents were friends doesn't mean we need to be. And honestly, they were really my only two friends after Roman left the picture. Year after year, it was just the three of us. Then Jacklyn graduated early and went off to college. So it was just Ashura and me.

Really I think the past few weeks have been the most I've socialized. I mean three people! That's probably a record! Yet I still feel so distant from everyone. I don't know how to conversate well. I don't know how to make friends. Hell, I don't even know how to talk to people through a freaking game console! Maybe social skills aren't for me...

"Book, what are you doing?" I sat up and saw Ashura leaning in the doorway. I smiled at him and shrugged.

"Thinking about gay porn. Like usual," I lied.

"Of course you are," he said, walking over and kissing my forehead. "I take it Angel is sleeping in your room."

"Correct," I yawned. Damn I'm tired. Just thinking about her sleeping is making me want to sleep. "Who won the argument?" I asked, trying to take my mind off of cuddling and sleeping soundly.

"I did, like usual," he said. I laid back down and sighed.

"This is why I can't be near you two. You always argue," I complained. I've dealt with it for at least nine years and I'm sick of it. The day Jacklyn went to college was probably the best ever. But then again, I became really distant from everyone and then I just locked myself in my room half the time. "Ashura, do you think I'm socially distant?"

"Yes." That's not good when he immediately answers. At least he actually gave one.

"How distant?" I asked. He started counting on his fingers and held up five fingers.

"You talk to five people including me," he put down two of his fingers. "But Sam and Dylan are acquaintances, so you only have three friends really."

"Yeah but--"

"I have to order your food if we eat out,"

"Bu--"

"And buy your stuff since you can't--"

"I get it." Ashura doesn't need to rub it in my face. He chuckled and ruffled my hair.

"As long as you still talk to me, I don't care," That's reassuring. At least I got my answer that I wasn't really looking for. "What kind of question was that?" he asked.

"I was just thinking about it, that's all," I lied again. Gosh I really need to stop that. "It was on my mind, so I thought it'd be a good idea to ask you, even though you gave me a horrible answer," I frowned. Ashura shrugged at me.

"The truth sometimes hurts," he said. It wasn't a lie though. I guess I was prepared for what his response was. "Now can we sleep? I'm seriously tired and only got a few hours in," he complained. I laughed a little and nodded.

We both laid down, snuggling up to each other. "Ashura, do you like me?" I randomly asked. He gave me a look.

"Yeah... Why wouldn't I?"

"Okay, but like, like like." Ashura shook his head a little before closing his eyes.

"Yes, Book, I like like you," he mumbled, hugging my body tightly. I smiled a little.

"I'm glad..."

***

"Book!! You're back!!" Dylan screamed and practically tackled me to the ground. "I missed you so much! What happened!?" He asked quickly.

"Calm down, Dylan," Samuel placed a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder signaling for him to chill out. He then turned to me and smiled. "I'm glad you're back as well. It's good to see that you're alright,"

"It's good to be back. I actually kind of missed coming here a little," I said. "I didn't miss too much, did I?"

Sam shook his head and held on to Dylan's hand. I still ship it. They're my OTP. "No. Well, other than the fact that Roman disappeared off the face of the Earth."

"Oh yeah. He hasn't been here since his party," Ashura added. "You never did tell me what happened that night. We just skipped to... other details." Dylan gave me a stupid grin. I could tell he knew what Ashura meant. Sam on the other hand, not so much.

I chuckled nervously and fixed the collar on my uniform. "I-I don't think now is a good time to talk about what happened..." Ashura was right about me not telling him what happened. Nor did I even consider telling him about it. "Maybe later on though," I said.

"Alright. What about at lunch?" Dylan asked. I nodded and held Ashura's hand as we walked off. Our classes were near each other, so he usually walked me to mine before leaving for his.

"Book, what really happened Saturday night?" Ashura asked, breaking the silence. I stopped walking and tensed up. Just lie. "Book?" Don't say it.

"I didn't know he had such feelings. And I didn't expect him to do what he did."

"Explain it more."

"I can't..."

"Book Lincoln Jones."

"I just can't..."

"Why not?" You'll flip. I'll burst out in tears.

"You'll kill him." Ashura grabbed my shoulders tightly, anger in his eyes.

"Book. What did Roman do?" His voice was so calm, nothing like what he's truly feeling. I took a deep breath, but I still ended up crying.

"He almost raped me..."