Watching You Two From The Closet

I'm Sorry

The next day at school was just like the others. Once again Patrick rested his head on Bo's shoulder at lunch as we ate. Once again i tried not to look longingly at him. I needed to stop myself because i knew he was with the person he wanted to be with.

After the lunch bell rang i saw him look back at me as he held Bo's hand walking down the hallway. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didnt.

Later on in English when i sat down next to him he turned to me with a scowl.

"Unblock my number, asshole. Ive been trying to text you for almost a week."

"Sorry, I forgot i blocked you-"

He turned away from me and put his head down on the desk before i could finish my thought.

Class started as usual and my phone lit up with a message.

Patrick:
Next time if youre mad at me, tell me, dont block me.

"I said i was sorry," i whispered, but he ignored me.

Patrick:
Meet me in the commons before you leave school.

Pete:
I thought you always walked home with Bo?

Patrick:
He's leaving early for a doctor's appointment. Just meet me, okay?

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I waited for him where he said but didnt see him until most of the students had already cleared out. His head was down and shoulders slumped as if he were trying to make hinself smaller than he already was, his face hidden by his hat.

He gave me a sideways look telling me to follow, and so i did. He didnt speak until we were about halfway down the road connecting the school parking lot to the main road.

"Youre a fucking idiot." He said quietly, almost under his breath.

"What?" I asked, taken aback by his sudden increase in swearing.

"I said youre a fucking idiot, Pete. You havent caught on to anything, somehow."

"What do you mean?"

"Bo has been a complete asshole ever since we got back together. He didnt want me to talk to you. Thats why this is the first time i have. Im scared."

"What do you mean by scared?" I asked, stopping in my tracks, making him stop as well. "What did he do?"

He started tearing up. "He told me if i talk to you about any of this then he would do something but he never told me what and im just scared- I-I never really wanted to be with him after we broke up but I... Pete i wanted to make you jealous."

"Ive been jealous as long as you two have been dating-"

"Then why wouldnt you just accept the fact that i wanted to be with you too?!"

He was nearly sobbing at this point. I couldn't do much but try to comfort him as he cried.

"Ever since we got back together it's just gotten worse. Hes made me do things that would make my mom freak out but i cant talk to her about because she doesnt even know we're dating again. Im so-"

"Wait, what did he make you do?"

He stood there in the middle of the sidewalk sobbing into my shoulder, taking shaky breaths as he tried to speak.

"Patrick, lets keep walking. We can go to my house so you can calm down."

He nodded, clinging to my arm as we walked. My house wasnt too far from the school so we made it there in not too long and i led him inside. Knowing my sister would be home soon, i walked him upstairs and to my room.

He took a few more deep breaths before speaking.

"H-he made me blow him. I- it wasnt really against my will though- i wanted to do it to make him happy- but he started to take advantage of me wanting him to be happy and-"

"Why did you let him?"

"I dont fucking know, Pete, why would anyone?"