Push Me (BoyxBoy)

I Just Rocked Your World

~~Louis POV~~

My mother was screaming at my step-dad from the kitchen. How can they say such hateful things to each other? Aren't they suppose to be in love? I don't get love, for all I know they could have just been infatuated with each other.

"You need to get your lazy ass out of this house and find a god damn job, Chris!" He just rolled his eyes not planning on responding. I was standing at the door contemplating on whether or not I'm going to leave. They usually don't notice when I'm here or gone. "Oh, just gonna ignore me? You're pathetic. I'm the only one working in this house!" He look up then, I could tell he had had enough. He pushed up from his seat walking into the kitchen. Next thing I heard made my heart shatter. My mother let out a squeal as she fell to the ground. He held the back of her head, holding on tight to ponytail that hung there.

"I'm not pathetic, bitch. I'm the one paying for this god damn flat." He sneered at her. The only way was he was paying for this flat was by getting disability checks. He's perfectly able to work, he's not disabled in any shape or form. I strolled my way over to them quickly pushing him off of her.

"Get off of her!" I screamed at him, tears in my eyes. I hated seeing this, why don't they just get a divorce? He pushed me down, my bum hitting the floor. He's not paying attention to my mother now, his eyes filled with disgust at me. He never has liked me. My dad was a different story though, he loved me. He loved me for who I was, he didn't care I was gay, but Chris does. When my mother told him, he flipped his shit. He started throwing things at me, my mom, my sister, the walls. Everywhere. It was chaos. He left the night she told him, he came back pissed drunk, passing out on the couch.

"Who do you think you are, faggot? Who the fuck do you think you are putting your hands on me?!" He spat at me, shoving his finger at my chest with each word he spoke. I sat there not making a sound, not even looking at him. My eyes were on my mom. She was sitting on the floor her arms wrapped around the knees she's pulled to her chest. "Are you listening to me, boy?!" He grabbed the top of my head and physically turned my head toward him.

"Yes.." I whimpered. "M'listening." I was listening, but I was trying not to.

"Go to your room. Don't come back till morning. No dinner for faggots." I was sort of use to this, him telling me to go to my room calling me a faggot, telling me I can't have dinner, but the worst part about this every single time, is that my mom doesn't say a single word.

I pull myself up once he'd gave me a little space, I glanced down at my mom again, but I didn't dare look at Chris. I sniffled and walked to my room, making sure to not slam the door. I don't need another reason for him to come up here.

Next day at school

Walking into a school you hate is one thing, but seeing the intense stares on everyone's faces, and knowing that they're pointing their hatred at you, is another. Alas, I walked down the hallway like I didn't notice people giving me evil looks. I don't even know what I did? Why should they have a right to hate me?

My locker is right next to some red head guys, I haven't made an attempt to talk to him, but it seems like I'm going to have a lonely day. Nick sent me a text this morning asking if everything went alright last night. I wanted to tell him no. Everything went wrong, but not as bad as it could have been. The worst thing that can happen is that me and my mom die. I sent him a quick text saying 'yes, everything went and, and thank you for driving me home so quickly'. His reply came quick. 'That's good. I won't be there today, sorry! I have a really bad stomach virus.' I sighed pushing my phone back in my pocket, not bothering to respond.

"Hi." I smile at him softly.

"Why are you talking to me?" He doesn't even glance at me, he's to busy searching for something in his locker. How rude can people be now days?

"Uh...I just..I wanted to say 'Hi'. We haven't talked and I've been going to this school for a week now? I just wanted to be a polite locker neighbor." He slams his locker shut with a sigh. He turns to look at me, sadness in his eyes.

"I can't talk to you." At least he's looking at me now.

"Why?" My voice cracks a little bit, why does everyone hate me all of a sudden?

"Because I would get my ass kicked. Everyone hates you now, so I have to, too. Before you ask 'Why does everyone hate me blah blah whaa whaa' Well, it's because people think you broke Harry." My eyebrows furrow and I roll my eyes. Of course this whole ordeal is about Harry. What's new?

"What do you mean 'broke Harry' I didn't break anybody?" He sighs looking around to see if anyone is watching. Everyone is watching, so I guess he knows he has nothing to lose now, everyone has seen him corresponding with me.

"He's bad. He's gone insane, snapping at everyone for nothing, he doesn't look like he showered this morning, or brushed his hair, much less his teeth." I cringe. I take note to not get to close to him today, or let him get close to me. That's usually the way it goes.

"I didn't do this to him?" I know I probably sound naive to him right now, but I just don't get it. How have I broken him?

"Dude. He just wants to fuck you. Let him fuck you and all will be well again. You'll get some pleasure out of it, he'll be reminded he's irresistibly stunning, and he'll be happy." A small smile slips unto the still nameless boys face.

"And would I be happy?" He shrugs.

"If you like big dicks. then yes." I roll my eyes again.

"It was rhetorical, I wouldn't be happy." He shrugs again.

"Just remember. Everyone thinks this is your fault. " My eyes go wide, who does he and the rest of the school think they are? This is NOT my fault. I glare at him turning around and finding my way to Harry quickly. I find him standing next to someones locker. I walk up next to him and jab in him in the shoulder hard.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" You would think that by now, I would know to stop fighting with him in public, but I'm so fed up with him. I can't think straight.

"What are you talking about?" I flinch and back up. Oh yeah. Defiantly didn't brush his teeth. Unless he poured some vodka on his tooth brush?

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Harry, why are you here looking like this? You know what people are saying about me right? They're saying I broke you. You show up here looking like something a donkey shit out and snapping at everyone and you know who they're putting the blame on? Me. Why?" I pause for a moment staring at him. He doesn't move his mouth, not opening or closing to show me he is going to respond. "I just got here a week ago. I thought coming here would be different, but I was wrong. You ruined it. You ruined everything! I just wanted to come to a school where I would be accepted and wanted, and befriended! But no. You ruined my whole entire school year in the course of one fucking week. And you want to know the best part?! It's because I wouldn't sleep with you!"

I walk back up to him, so close we're chest to chest. He looks like he wants to say something, but he knows I'm not finished. He keeps his mouth shut. "You need to get a grip. I know you're good looking and wanted by everyone, but somehow that everyone excludes me. And don't you dare think I'm going to apologize for not being your next whore, you can fuck one time and then throw me away the next day, walk up to your friends and say 'eh, it was alright', then call me back a couple of nights later, asking can I come over." I was crying now. "I refuse...to be a booty call, Harry."

Tears were streaming down my face a mile a minute. This wasn't suppose to happen. School doesn't even officially start until 10 more minutes pass by. I felt like I stood there waiting for him to respond forever, but it never came. I turned around wiping my eyes and taking a few steps away from him, until I hear a deep broken voice call out to me.

"Wait." I turn back around, knowing that I'm going to regret it. "I'm sorry. I just...I'm sorry." He looks down, tears streaming slower than mine. He walks toward me slowly, stopping a few meters away. "Can we please, just...just start over? Please?" I don't smile or even give him a smidgen of a crooked grin. I nod slowly.

"Sure." I mumble to him under my breath. His eyes light up, like I just rocked his world.