When Romeo Hates Juliet

11: The Jock's Secret

~ALEX~

Mr. Armstrong grabbed Tobey's arm while Mr. Desmond grabbed mine. They both brought us forcefully to the principal's room and we stopped struggling since they held us from throwing fists at each other. But it didn't stop us from locking our death gaze.

When we were finally there, Mr. Hummel was quite startled by our presence. He fixed the position of his glasses and stared at us with a lot of questions in his mind. Mr. Armstrong told him what happened. He sighed and asked us to sit on the two chairs in front of him.

Not until a minute later, Lindsay dashed in and gasped, saying that she would be the witness of that judging court. Great, she must be defending Tobey a lot.

"Do you know what will happen to you now, Boys?" Mr. Hummel asked us calmly.

"I only defende..."

But Mr. Hummel cut Tobey's line and again, calmly said, "That is not the answer to my question, Mr. Olsen. Would you mind to answer my question correctly?"

"Yes, we're in trouble," he said with a low voice.

Mr. Hummel showed his grin as he heard that answer from him. "Have you ever been taught about anger management, Boys?" he asked again. His face was flat as usual, perhaps feeling bored of our melee.

"We can't stand watching Alex bullied another kid, Sir!" Lindsay ranted.

"I'm not asking you now. Would you mind to wait until I ask you, Ms. Lohan?" he uttered, still in expressionless gaze. It was like he didn't want to move his face muscles even a bit.

"It's Logan, Sir," she corrected, even flatter than he ever be.

Mr. Hummel nodded slowly, "Yes, Logan. I'm sorry," and he snapped his gaze to us again, "This place is not the ring so that you can throw fists easily to others. Fighting is a serious problem in here. Do you understand that?" he looked at Tobey, "And do you remember about having your anger management, Mr. Olsen? Don't tell me you defended the bullied kids because I know that. But do you have to always fight to defend?" he cut Tobey before he even opened his mouth. And that gaze then turned to me, "And you, Mr. Hartfelt, what satisfaction do you get when you bullied people? I want to imagine, when someday you are working and you find your boss is the one who you bullied in the past. The hell will turn to you."

Those preach kept continuing until I believed those two teachers who brought us felt regretful why they even did that. And in the middle of that, I realized that someone was watching. I looked at those blue eyes and my heart sliced into pieces because I knew I have already hurt him so much.

It began since the last year when I was still in the sophomore. I was walking with Edward in the hallway. We saw some jocks were bullying a kid, a freshman. I didn't want to interfere that time. But I think it is what I call a fate. The boy was being pushed so hard and he bumped into me. We both fell to the floor and his position was on top of me. The kid's glasses fell down and our faces were an inch apart.

When those blue eyes stared at me, I swore to myself that those were the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. In a second, I fall for the owner of that pretty face and soft skin. But I realized that the perfect entity on me was a boy. No, I screamed to myself. This must be wrong. What I am feeling is a mistake. I'm not a fag. I can't be fallen to a boy. I tried to convince myself.

But the more I looked at him, the more my heart melted. I denied my feeling by pushing him to the side of me. He was hurt when I pushed him and I felt like shattered. I really wanted to hug him and protect him from those bastards who hurt him.

I couldn't just confess that I like him at the very first look. I know I was so selfish, but I kept denying my feeling. I kept telling myself that I wasn't a fag, that all the things I felt toward him just my confusion. Since then, I bullied him more and more. I thought that by bullying him, I could erase that feeling. But I just can't.