Richard
Richard's nostrils flared as he stormed out of the schools back entrance. Passing the first corner of the building and sitting down with a huff, he pulled out his cigarette pack and lighter from inside his pockets; knowing he was safe from the schools camera's. He lit a cigarette and puffed on it with an annoyed sigh.
Just tell him! Just tell him! He thought to himself, his heartbeat rising again when he remembered Anthony.
You love him but you're hurting him. Tell him! Richard frowned. He might as well. It probably wouldn't do any good. Anthony would reject him and Richard would kick his ass.
Finally, in somewhat of a resolve, he dropped the cigarette he was holding and stomped on it before storming back the way he had come.
Richard knew he was late to class. Probably later than Anthony. When he walked into his English class, he saw Anthony in the back row, scribbling on his paper, seeming not to notice Richard walking in the room.
"Mr. Green, you're late again. This is the third time this week and I expect it not to happen again." Richard rolled his eyes at the tone of Ms. Rayne's voice. She was always trying to have a strong voice but her small figure ruined the effect it was supposed to have. "Here is your detention slip, you may take your seat."
He sat in the desk as close to Anthony as he could. He could see Anthony tense and he smirked.
As much as he loves Anthony, he also loves the fear he sees in Anthony's eyes whenever he came near.
Richard took out a piece of paper and a pencil to write a note for Anthony on.
Meet me after school under the bleachers of the football field.
-R
He set the slip of paper on Anthony's desk and pushed it until it hit his arm. Then he pretended to take notes from the board while sneaking peeks at Anthony to see him reading it and then writing something before warily passing the note back. Richard picked it up and read it.
We have detention
-A
Richard rolled his eyes at the words before quickly writing a reply.
Do you really think I care? How would you like to be hurt even worse?
-R
Richard decided it was best to set fear in Anthony's mind if he had any chance of him showing up and Richard not kicking his ass if he didn't. Anthony never replied so Richard had to wait until the bell rang after the next hour to know whether or not Anthony would actually show up.
When the bell rang after English he didn't bother going to his sixth hour and walked out to the parking lot. When he saw his bike he jumped on and started it up before speeding off.
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Once Richard reached Justin's house, he didn't bother knocking and went straight in. He found Justin sitting on the large, brown wrap around sofa in the small living room with a brunette girl sitting in his lap.
Richard noticed that no matter where they were in the house, the was always a big couch, a couple of pillows, and a couple of blankets as well. Even the kitchen had it's own little love seat next to the table instead of separate chairs.
Richard sat down across from Justin and leaned against the back of the couch. Justin began to finger the girl in his lap while smirking up at Richard. Richard frowned.
"You'll have to wait a minute now. I never leave a customer unsatisfied and this lady paid well to come." Richard rolled his eyes at his words but turned away in disgust.
Ever since Richard knew Justin, he was disgusted by how much of a man-whore he was. Even Richard didn't go around sleeping with anything and everything that walks like Justin does.
Richard remembered when he and Justin met. It wasn't exactly the nicest of introductions. Justin had picked a fight with an older man the first time Richard couldn't stand his persuading and they snuck into the bar together.
Richard heard the girl moan as she came. A moment later, the girl was out the door and Richard was facing Justin again.
"I'm telling him." Richard said. "Anthony. He needs to know, I love him."
"Wow, talk about Drama 101. Take a chill pill, dude." Justin said with mock surprise. "You're 'Richard Green - No Love Scene' remember?"
Richard cringed at the old nickname Justin had given him when they first met. It had been true at the time.
"I understand you're bisexual, but do you really think you love him?" Justin asked. "What if he rejects you? You just gonna hurt him again?"
Justin had a point, much to Richard's dismay. He already knew the consequences if something went wrong. But he's wanted Anthony for so long that he's willing to take the risk.
"It's worth a shot." Richard replied, sighing. He stood up and walked towards the door.
"Good luck." Justin said nodding.
That's all Richard wanted to hear from him. Support.
Richard was quick to get back to school, wanting to be there before Anthony. He parked his bike and ran to the football field, leaning against the wall behind the bleachers.
The bell soon rang and Richard waited with a cigarette in his hand, puffing at it every time he saw a blonde boy who was not Anthony. Finally Richard saw him slowly walking towards him with his head down and arms clutched across his chest. Richard waited for him to get close up and pushed off of the wall.
Richard took Anthony's chin in his hand and jerked it up to look at him. He could see the fear in his eyes and smirked. He leaned down and bit Anthony's bottom lip hard until he cried out. Then he shoved his tongue down his throat. He explored Anthony's mouth before pulling away, leaving a thin line of saliva between their lips.
Anthony now had a look of surprise in his eyes and Richard suddenly remembered how he learned Anthony was gay. He had kissed him just like this and Richard had beat him bloody for it. Now the situation was switched, only Anthony had no chance against Richard.
Anthony only stared at Richard, unable to say a word, so Richard spoke first, "I love you."
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Colourful Emotions
Teen Fiction"It's unhealthy to keep your emotions bottled up all the time. Sometimes you need to let them out. And that's okay." ~ Daniel Reece Anthony James has been bullied his whole life for being gay. Not only is he abused by his father, but the teachers do...
