WARNING - SEXUAL CONTENT
One Week Ago
Derek bit his lip, listening to his soft moans shot his testosterone through the roof.
"I fucking love you." Tate said as Derek kissed his neck and collarbone.
This had been going on for a while. Derek would tell Chelsea it was a work call every time Tate would call him just to talk about how much he missed him.
As Derek slid his hand up Tate's thigh, the basement door opened.
Derek was too distracted by Tate to even hear the footsteps approaching.
Derek had his hand practically on Tate's groan.
"What the fuck!" Tate's father screamed at the two.
"Dad! It's not what it looks like i swear!" Tate screamed in panic.
"Well it looks like my son is a faggot! And you, how dare you have the fucking nerve to show up at my house and do this under my roof you fucking queer!"
Derek and Tate now we're standing side by side, both of their hearts thumping out of their chest.
"Yeah? I'm a faggot? Well you fucking raised me!" Tate screamed in anger.
His father practically charged at him and pushed him to the ground.
As an immediate reaction, Derek pushed Tate's father off of him. Which obviously made his dad even more angry.
"Get the fuck out of my house. And i dont ever want to see you again."
Derek looked at Tate as he was on the ground.
"Just go." He mouthed to him.
Derek grabbed his shoes and ran out the house, his mind didn't even know where to focus.
He just ran. Ran until he couldn't breathe. He found himself at a 24 hour mini mart, buying at least 3 bottles of water so he wasn't so dehydrated.
He walked on the California streets alone, which the streets weren't busy at all since it was 1am on a Wednesday night. He marveled at all the bright city lights.
Seeing the gorgeous yet dirty streets made his mind a little more at peace. He had already drank both of the water bottles, leaving him with one left.
He decided he should go back home, which was like 50 minutes walking distance while Tate's house was only 20.
Derek stopped for a moment and sat on the cleanest spot he could find on the ground. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up.
Each time he inhaled, he thought about all the nights him and Tate would go on his roof and talk about nothing and just smoke as many cigarettes as possible without thinking. They would get completely drunk but still have romantic passionate sex.
He loved Tate, he really did. But he also loved Chelsea.
He loved the way her brown hair fell over her eyes when they were cuddling. Or how she would leave little scratch marks on his chest when he would make her moan with pleasure.
He put out his cigarette and began to walk to Tate's again. Instead of going inside like a dumbass, he was just gonna wait on the opposite side of the road for someone to pick him up.
On his walk home he thought about how much he loved Chelsea. And how it wouldn't be so bad to lose Tate. He loved him, he really did. But he knew it wouldn't be wise to be with him anymore seeing how his father reacted to the two.
While Derek was nearly there, he began texting everyone in panic. Hoping someone would respond to him. Everyone was asleep, but he knew one person who wouldn't be.
He texted Duncan at least 5 times, begging him to pick him up.
Derek laid on the curb while he waited for a response, which only took about 4 minutes.
While Derek sat there alone, he admired Tate's house. He thought about all the memories that had happened there.
From the first night Tate had told him he loved him to the night they stayed up till 6am talking about embarrassing childhood stories and other nostalgic things.
His heart began to sink as he thought that he had to basically break up with Tate. He knew Tate was probably in his room crying his eyes out, or being beat by his father.
Derek's eyes started to swell, feeling like he didn't do enough to help him.
Then he had to wipe away his baby tears when he saw Duncan pull up.
He got in the car and didn't say anything because he knew if he did he would start balling his eyes out.
Duncan decided to make a smart comment on how Derek wasn't even thanking him for picking him up.
Derek looked out the window, feeling his heart ache.
"You okay" Duncan asked.
"I guess." Derek said while still looking out the window, knowing what question was coming next.
"Is Everything with Tate okay?" Duncan asked.
"Yes. Everything's fine just don't ask me anything else." Derek was lying. His heart started to swell and his hands started to shake.
He didn't want to be there anymore, he wanted to go in his room and let out all his feelings. He wanted to call Chelsea so she could comfort him.
Maybe tomorrow she could come over and make him feel better.
A/N - OH SNAP BETCHA DIDNT SEE THAT COMING but i literally have had this planned ever since chapter one. SO MAJOR PLOT TWIST REVEALED THAG WASNT SO MAJOR
but ya guess tell me what u think i know some of you might be pissed off bc of this but oh well anyways ??what will happen next?? will Chelsea and Duncan ever find out Derek was cheating on her?? Find Next On Chapter 18: just what i needed
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