I'm not gay

Sean

~Sean~

He bashed his shoulder into mine as he stormed into the house, me feeling my chest tighten as I sucked in a deep breath of air, turning my head to look at him throw the door open and march inside. That went a little better than I thought... I honestly expected him to do much worse than attempt to kick me out.

Yes, attempt. The other's would most likely back me up on this.

I waited about five minutes to collect myself, standing in the middle of the balcony awkwardly fiddling my hands. I soon heard yelling inside I sighed, deciding it'd be best to go in. As soon as I entered the house, I flinched, noticing Danny, Arin, Tyler and Ethan argue with Mark very sternly in the other room.

"-Believe that you've known about this for so long and you never told me!" I heard Mark scowl and I felt a shiver rattle down along my spine, my hand rubbing my arm sheepishly as I gnawed at my lower lip. "How could we have told you Mark? We all knew you'd make a huge scene about it! You wouldn't even give him a chance, that's why we never told you!" Arin snapped back and I heard Mark groan.

"How are you all so calm about this? Knowing that a person within this house is a faggot!?" I felt my heart crack a bit but found myself startled when a loud thud was sounded. "You take that back!" Danny bellowed. I blinked in surprise, realising Danny must've thrown Mark into the wall or something.

"I don't lie!"

"Bullshit! You're lying to yourself now! You've got to get your head out of your ass an smell the daisies Mark! Sean is a human being! He just doesn't like the opposite sex, how is that in anyway going to harm you!?" Ethan butted in and I lifted my head, awaiting Mark's response.

"He's obsessed with me!" Mark retorted and I flinched, giving a slight scoff at his narrow minded remark.

"He is not! He just has a crush on you Mark! Quit being so dramatic! Haven't you ever had a crush on someone!" Tyler snorted and there was a pause. Mark had no comeback which made me smile.

"Whatever, he is not staying under my roof, not a fucking chance".

"Oh yes he is", Danny chuckled.

"Are you taking the piss? He is not staying here! I refuse to stay in a house with a fa-"

"I dare you to finish Mark, I fucking dare you!" Danny growled and I shivered at Danny's dark tone, he sounded so daunting. "You promised he'd stay here!" Tyler pointed out and I smiled to myself, thankful for my friends. "That was before I found out about his disorder".

There was a agonizing pause of silence. "Excuse me?" Arin breathed and I peeked the corner, seeing Mark up against the wall with Danny holding his forearm to Mark's throat, pinning him there, the rest had their backs facing me. "You heard me", Mark snarled, his eyes momentarily drifting and meeting mine.

I cowered under his stare, despite the fact he wasn't glaring or scowling at me, just staring. Danny must've noticed because he turned his head to look at me, immediately retracting from Mark and stepping back. I noticed that at that moment, all eyes turned to me and I was the attention to everyone.

I gulped and stepped in, rubbing my arms. "I'm sorry for causing so much trouble", my voice involuntarily cracked and I cleared my throats, noticing all gazes, besides Mark's, turned soft. Arin approached me and wrapped an arm over my shoulders. "He is staying here Mark", Arin said, shooting a glare in Mark's direction.

"Over my dead body!"

"That can be arranged Mark", Danny snarled to which Mark rose a brow and crossed his arms, scoffing. "Fine".

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I locked my door, I was afraid Mark might come in a hurt me in my sleep. Then again, I heard him lock his own door, probably thinking I'd do something to him in his sleep. The morning came very slowly, since I hardly got the chance to fall asleep, I cried myself to sleep... That was fun.

I exited my room and went to the bathroom, only to have the door smack into my face, knocking me over. Mark stepped out and looked down at me, a flash of concern crossed his features but it was soon replaced with a look of distaste. He didn't say anything to me, so he just stepped over me and walked into another room, shutting the door behind him.

I sighed and forced myself to stand, rubbing my aching nose and entering the bathroom.

Once finished, I washed my hands and let the water run over my fingers, frowning before switching off the tap then turning to the shower, blinking before removing my clothing, stepping inside the shower and turning on the water, allowing the warm water wash over my head and shoulders, streaming down my back.

I let my head hang, closing my eyes for a moment and allowing my mind to wander. I ran my fingers through my damp hair, slicking it back and raising my head to the water, letting it wave over my cheeks, going down my neck and chest.

I cleansed myself but soon found myself jumping at the sound of three loud thuds at the door, breaking me from my trance. "Can you hurry up? I want to take my own fucking shower if you don't mind!" Mark snapped and I sighed a shaky breath, banging my head into the shower wall, washing off the soap from my body before turning the shower off, grabbing the grey towel and rubbing my head and face, walking to the mirror and looking at myself with disgust.

He hates me.

I shook my head and held back the tears that burned at my eyes.

He hated me and there's nothing I can do about it.

I wrapped the towel around my body and collected my clothing, opening the door and stopping, seeing Mark was propped against the wall, waiting. I eyed him over for a slip second, seeing he was shirtless and in his boxers.

I glared at him. He doesn't want me to 'obsess' over him yet here he goes and wears fuck all in front of me?

I gripped the towel at my waist, feeling my body grow a bit... Excited at the sight of his bare body. "Quit gawking", he snarled, walking in, intentionally bashing our shoulders and nudging me out, slamming the door shut.

He really does hate me.

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