Once a Reject

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M is for Marx and making out

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"W-what are you guys doing here?" Kyle stutters. I can't help but roll my eyes. I'm not gonna let him get to me and I am sure as hell not gonna let him see that the stunt he pulled the other night effected me.

"You work at a bowling alley, Kyle. We came to bowl." He only nodded his head, but still looked surprised to see us. Good be surprised bitch.

"So I'll take a size 12 shoe and him an 11." Garret said disregarding the obvious awkwardness. Kyle hesitated a moment but then went to the back to retrieve the shoes.

"What was that about?" Garret asked me. I just sighed a shook my head.

"He stood me up a couple nights ago. Actually I think it was the night you came over."

"Oh, it wasn't because of me right? Because I came over?"

"No G, don't be so full of yourself." Garret gave me a boyish smile and turned to pay for the shoes. I didn't fight him because it's not like I was swimming in cash. Kyle handed me my shoes but wouldn't let go of them.

"Listen Marx, we should really talk-"

"How about no. We could've talked the other night, but you were no where to be found. I took it upon myself to have fun and now I'm out having fun, so don't ruin it." Marx's face scrunched in fury and looked at Garret.

"Out having fun with someone who pushes you around constantly and fucks you over? The boy has hit you Marx, more than once. I see nothing fun in hanging around your abuser." Garret and I both spoke at the same time.

"I dont abuse him!"

"He doesn't abuse me!" Kyle just shook his head and finally let go of the shoes.

"Spoken like people in an abusive relationship." That pissed me off to no end. I'm a grown ass man and i'd like to see somebody put their hands me and i'd beat their ass. Garret is different. He doesn't hit me hard to hurt me and I've known him for a long time. We may hate each other, granted everyone pretty much hates me, but Garret was the only one and continues to be the only one that treats me with something other than just hate. And I refuse to forget that.

"You know what Kyle, you're just jealous. So once you've come off your high horse come find me so I can tell you how much of an ass you turned out to be." I began to walk away but then heard Kyle shout,

"Doesn't matter to me! I was planning on just fucking you anyway." The alley got dead silent after that remark. Everyone turned to look at me and see what i'd do next. Phones were out and a few people were trying to instigate a fight, by shouting out "oooo" or "fight fight fight". I wanted to compose myself, I really did, however the dark kermit the frog in me was ready to jump across the counter and beat him. That's exactly what I did.

I swiftly pivoted and lunged over the counter and just started blindly swinging. I could hear the cracking of knuckles and grunts however all I saw was red. Rage completely took over and it wasn't until someone pulled me off of him did I begin to regain my vision. I saw blood and I felt satisfied knowing my work here was done. However the strident sound of a security guard telling me and Garret to leave cut off my happiness.

I had thrown the shoes down on the ground in my rage and picked them up thinking I was going to put them back on the counter but instead threw them at Kyle.

"I'm glad I didn't go anywhere near your pencil dick virgin ass." I spat. Then left not even checking to see if Garret was following behind me. I stormed to his car and waited for him to open the car door.

Garret came jogging out keys already in hand. I could feel Garret looking at me, but I didn't look up from the ground. How could I? I ruined a perfectly good outing with my attitude. The car unlocked with a click and I hopped into the passenger seat. Garret got in but nothing happened. He didn't speak, he didn't start the car. He just sat there. I broke the silence first.

"I'm sorry. I ruined our outing...we didn't even get to bowl!"

"It's okay Marx. You didn't even want to go bowling." Silence again fell over the two of us. I picked at my nails, feeling embarrassed that Garret had to witness all of that. I heard Garret shift in his seat but I didn't look up from my nails. I felt his hand grip my chin and pull me to look at him.

"Marx. You fighting...that was...that was so fucking hot." Next thing I know his lip are on mine. His hand that on my chin moves to the back of my neck. My lips start moving with his and I begin to nibble on his bottom lip like a baby animal. I move myself from the passenger seat to straddle him and his other hand goes to wrap my waist. I can't help it but I begin to grind and Garret let's out a growl and punches me. My mouth opens and his tongue begins to explore my whole mouth.

This kiss is different from our others. I mean it's headed to the same outcome but it feels different. My heart beating and I have a desire to be close to him, to be held by him. I pull away to catch my breath and he begins to trail his lips down my neck. I start moaning and mewling, he knows those are my sensitive spots. His hand on my neck travels down to grip my butt and the hand on my waist moves to grip my growing hard on.

"Garret, fuck. We can't do this here." I say breathlessly. He just continues to mouth fuck my neck and I continue to grind into his hands.

Garret finally pulls away from neck and I open my eyes to look him in his face.

"I think I might like you." Garret says. I hop off of him and back in my seat.

"No you don't." I say buckling myself in.

"Um how would you know?" Garret sassily remarks still turned to me.

"You aren't gay, Garret. You fuck anything that moves. You lust me, G. I give you pleasure whenever you want it and honestly I should stop that. When Kyle came I started to change my outlook, I don't want sex, G. I want a relationship. A boyfriend." Garret didn't say much after that. He just buckled himself in started the car and began the journey back to my house.

Garret pull up in front of my house but doesn't unlock the doors right away. I go to manually do it myself until he speaks up.

"Fuck you for telling me what I feel. I like you Marx-" I cut him off.

"No you know what stop it. G to a certain extent, yes, I appreciate you. But all you did was show another emotion besides hate to me. And it was lust. Don't forget that since junior year we've been fucking around in the bathrooms and then you would call me names like fag and then get your crew to beat me up-"

"I'm not like that anymore."

"How can you say that!" I raise my voice, "it's only been- what?- a month? You don't suddenly change your behavior? Maybe Kyle was right. Maybe this is abusive and I'm just too proud to see the signs." I move to leave but Garret grabs onto my wrist, hard.

"Don't you dare leave this car." He let's out.

"Garret let go. Your hurting me." The fire in Garrets eyes dies down and he looks down to my wrist. He immediately lets go.  There's a red ring around my pale wrist already bruising in some areas.

"This is the result of our relationship." I hold up my wrist and watch as his eyes turn sorrow. I leave before he can say a word.

I just lost two boys in one day. I hate bowling.

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This contained errors; sorry didn't re-read it.

Stay classy, stay sassy and don't be a bitch

-Marg.