Of Shattered Hearts And Broken Glass

Chapter 14

The next morning I woke up before my alarm out of excitement.

It seemed cool outside so I threw on a thick grey jacket, black jeans, a white shirt and some boots of which I can't pronounce the brand.

I headed downstairs and out the front door and was met by a white honda civic. I mentally chuckeled, not out of disdain, but out of amusement of coinidence, Dominick has the same car.

Lowering myself into the seat, my mind thought about dominick.

Why didn't I see him at the party? Was he okay? Was he angry at me for ditching him so rudely the other day at Mcdonalds?

The same thoughts surfaced yesterday and at the party, but I dismissed it, spending time with Kyle. Now I was alone and couldn't help thinking about him. Thinking about dark hair and green eyes with touches of blue, mixed with caramal skin that covered defined muscles and a prominent adams apple. My groin became warm as my mind recalled the mental snapshots of his body.

Stop! Stop it!!

You are with Kyle and you love each other, I reminded myself.

My mind, didn't care. Thoughts of Dominick just kept on lingering. I just ignored them and focused on driving, wouldn't want to total another car.

Arriving at school, I parked between Damian's Lambo and a mustang again.

Climbing out, I texted Kyle and found out that he was waiting at the main entrance.

A caught up with him and saw him looking at my clothes choice skeptically, but saying nothing about it.

"Hey baby", his voice sweeter than a cavity.

"Hay" I sang, kissing him on the mouth.

We interlaced fingers and walked into the school. Using my perpheral vision, I saw children commenting and whispering, most positive, I couldn't care anyway.

We walked over to our group.

"Awww, you guys are so cute together!", Megan commented, which was weird. Last time I heard, she was a massive homophobe, even supporting conversion therapy.

Realising my scepticism, she reassuringly answered my thoughts, "Yea, I used to hate anything outside of heterosexuality, that was actually to impress Tracey. Now I love it openly! Everyone should have freedom to self. Like, if you are a guy and want to wear make-up, go for it!" Throwing her hands in the air dramatically. Typical drama student, I laughed mentally.

As the bell rang we parted ways to our classes, in which I couldn't manage to concentrate since the only subject my mind seemed to be fascinated by, was Kyle.

Most of the day dragged on very slowly, since me and Kyle didn't have many subjects together so I just wanted the day to finish and relax in my new found... uh, love's arms.

After a painful history class filled with Mr. Adams droning on about the different interpretations of life, he is somewhat of a self proclaimed philosopher and part time expert on politics, the bell finally rang, which only meant one thing, Kyle! I jumped up, grabbing my books and shoving it into my bag, and darted out of the class and through the corridors towards the school's main entrance. Suddenly I hit a pole, oh no, wait, this pole had a bulge -wait what?!- I opened my eyes and saw Dominick on the ground, blushing. Why would he blu.. oh shit! Did that just happen what I think just happened?!

I extended my hand which he took as I helped him up, "I, uh..." am sorry for grabbing your dick and body slamming you? What do I even say??

He grinned, "It's okay".

We stood there for a few seconds, just staring into each other's eyes. I couldn't help but realise that there was a twinkle in his eyes, like staring at me made him happy. Yeah, I know, dumb and desperate.

Suddenly he spoke, his voice deeper than usual, which made me jump as I snapped out of my thinking state "So, uhm.. you want to hang sometime?" he grinned, which I returned but then realised that I have Kyle... "U-uhm, sorry but life is a bit hectic right now... how about we look at it on a later stage, I still have your number so we can text.."

His smile was briefly replaced by a look of disappointment which reverted back to his usual neutral expression, "It's okay.. uh yeah sure, texting.. a-alright, okay. I.. I got to go..". With that he ran off, which reminded me, KYLE!

I started running again and finally reached the spot we agreed to meet at, there was no one there. After waiting for an hour, I started searching for him.

What if someone happened to him, like what if he was abducted!

No! No place for such thoughts. He is amazing and what we have is too perfect to be ruined this fast.

Please God don't let anything have happened to him. I beg you! I know we don't usually talk, but please do this one thing for me!

After searching for a long time, headed to my car.

That's strange...

Kyle's Cadillac was still at school.

As I neared I thought I saw it rocking from side to side, but reasoned that I was just seeing things since there is no logical explanation for it.

The car seemed empty so I went around back and didn't see anything, but as I was about to turn around I heard, was that a.. a moan? Coming from the rear of the car?

I tried the handle and felt it was unlocked and opened.

"OH, DEAN!! Yeah, yeah! Fuckit, right-"

"Uh...K-"

I couldn't believe my eyes, "Kyle?" I asked, my voice much softer than I'd prefer.

Kyle stopped moving, with Dean still inside of him, "Uhm.."

"You weren't coming so Kyle and I decided to have some fun", Dean interrupted

I felt a knot in my chest, "Kyle and I... like, the two of y-you.. t-t-together?"

Kyle didn't even seem ashamed and mumbled uninterested while looking into Deans eyes, "So I have someone else, you can still get some.."

The knot snapped and exploded, but instead of shrapnel there was tears and rage, "Fuck you!".

As I walked back to my car, my mind got the best of me.

And here I was, thinking I am worth loving. Should've accepted the truth, I mean, Tracey and my parents made it clear enough. Guess that's where hope gets you, a mess pissing and sobbing like a little bitch. 'Like', fuckit not even like a little bitch. I AM A LITTLE BITCH!!! ...a worthless... little... bitch.. What is even the point in living?

I slumped into my car and drove home, not caring about following the rules of the road or totalling the stupid car.

Arriving home, I went directly to my bathroom, ran a bath, climbed in after retrieving the blade and did what I do best. Fuck myself up...