Complicated Love Triangle(BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5- Scott's Doing

Jeffrey's POV

Monday has arrived, the day of week you dread most because your forced to wake up for school five times a week and the realization hits you pretty had when that little bit of freedom you had for two days are now gone. I dread waking up for school, mostly because of Ethan's angry clan of unintelligent and foolish minions. Instead of doing something himself, he would tell one of his stupid "friends" to do it for him, they're basically servants. I couldn't help but smile thinking of one of his "friends" yelling at Ethan.

"What are you laughing at stupid?" One of Ethan's minions said while slamming my head into one of the nearby lockers. I could literally feel my head and the locker mold into one, I think my head might have left a dent. To the poor kid who has to have this locker now I'm sorry but it wasn't my fault.

"Nothing, don't worry about it so if you'll excuse me." I stated and attempted to escape before things got out of hand. Unfortunately things didn't go as planned and I didn't manage to flee and was roughly thrown against the lockers. Now that's going to leave a mark sadly. He threw a punch right at my face harshly and I knew there was going to be a bruise mark for later and a possible bloody lip. He tossed me onto the ground and started to kick me against the lockers.

This was the first time in a while since i've been beaten so it was only natural that this would hurt more than usual. The beating didn't last long because they were interrupted by the head person himself, Ethan.

"That's enough." His face tightened when he saw me, In my mind I didn't need to look in a mirror to know I had cuts and scrapes all over my face and body and there was no doubt that there was blood too. "Leave him." he said sternly and his so called "friends" left without another word.

Ethan stayed back for just a second, his face changed from anger to concern. Ethan looked concerned? It confused me because when has Ethan felt concerned about me, maybe because of my appearance, it's not everyday you get beat up and look like you've gotten knocked up by a bull. That could've been the reason he could feel the least bit concerned, maybe.

~Time Skip~

One of the most dreaded part of my day has arrived, Gym. I was honestly starting to dislike gym, I mean now that all this shit is happening with Ethan and I... I just don't know what to think anymore.

I entered the locker room and headed towards my normal lonely ass corner. I tore off my shirt and opened my locker to find it empty, something was going on and I had a feeling I would find out soon. I heard snickering in the background which made me turn in that direction.

"Missing something?" Scott said waving my gym shirt in his hands. I quickly ran after him to hopefully get my shirt back. He ended up running into the bathroom. Scott turned the sink on and shoved my shirt under the running water, soaking it.

"No!" I shouted. The boy just laughed as I sprinted towards the sink and grabbed my shirt out as fast as humanly possible. I glared at him, if looks could kill he would be dead by now. All he did was smile. I didn't know what to do and I didn't have another shirt to wear.

"I guess you can go home now." He chuckled. "Leave and take your ugly shirt with you." He crossed his arms and headed towards the door. "Nobody wants you here." he said truthfully before leaving the empty bathroom.

I guess that's one way to tell someone you don't like them. I leaned against the wall with my soaking wet shirt in my hand. Now what am I supposed to do? I can't go back to class without a shirt and I knew I would be in trouble if I did.

I was straining my shirt while in thought. Should I leave? What do I do about my soaked shirt? I don't have another... My hand curled up into a fist. I seriously hate Ethan and his stupid jerks he bothers to call as his friends. I'm so done with him right now, I can't stand him.

Only then just my luck, Ethan walks into the room. He stands there and takes a deep breath. I wonder what happened, wait no I don't, I could care less about him. Ethan walks over to the sink and stares into the mirror, completely ignoring the fact that I'm not wearing a shirt or the fact that my gym shirt is soaked in my hands, It doesn't really matter anymore.

After a few moments, he turns and realizes that I'm awkwardly watching him. My face turns a bit red as I feel like I've been caught doing something bad. "Hi.." I mumbled lifting my hand a little bit.

He looked as if he was about to speak but pauses, his eyes travel up and down my body. Our eyes meet and his head makes a sharp turn to the right, "Why aren't y-you wearing a shirt?" He stutters nervously. I can see his slightly red face, was he "checking me out?" Not possible fucking possible he hates me. "Wait here." He said while leaving the room. Psh- Like I was going to leave. I'm sure as hell not leaving without a shirt on.

In a minute or two, Ethan comes back with something in his hands, a lump of clothing. He stands in front of me and holds out his hands. "Here- you can use my shirt." He mumbles and looks away without a second glance. "I've only worn it once, It's actually an extra." He grabs my hand and forces me told hold his shirt. "Put it on." he says blankly.

I awkwardly stood there holding his shirt. Ethan urged me to put on his shirt. I slipped his extra gym shirt over my head. It was a size bigger than me, his shirt was almost drowning me. I brought it up to my nose, boy did it smell like sweat. "It smells terrible." I groaned in disgust.

Ethan's face brightened. "Sorry.." He scratched his neck awkwardly. "It's better than that, right?" He points to the wet shirt that was draped over the sink."I

suppose so." I didn't want to admit it but I really like his shirt, It smelled like him. I would soon come to love the smell of him no matter what, nothing could smell even remotely as good.