Beautiful Misery BxB

Topher's Happy Start

BLAIR:

My phone beeped about fifteen minutes in to lunch as I had nervously sat, chewing my thumbnail for all I was worth. Zeke was with that douche Tristan Lumiere, talking to him about what happened this morning. He had said he didn't want to hurt Tristan's feelings and that for all we knew he was closeted and trying to find a helpful hand to hold when he stepped into the light of his...I dunno, gay-dome? Either way it was a crick of shit.

'A few guys on the football team roughed me up while I was waiting for Tristan, he saved me, beat them up and now he's taking me to the hospital to get checked out while his friend Jack report the lads for abuse or what not.' Dear Lord, I could practically hear the content sigh and see the stars in his eyes, he was falling fast and hard for that asshole.

'You shouldn't trust that guy, he's bad news all the way around.' I texted back, my brows knitted in several kinds of fear.

'Tristan has been nothing but nice to me, Blair, why do you dislike him so much?' Because I had crushed on him bad in Freshman year and gotten beat up for it, but I was far from telling Zeke that, sticking with; 'Still, keep in mind he's straight and homophobic.' A minute passed.

Then two.

Then Three.

Fear was choking me for all it was worth.

'Zeke? Man, you okay? If you don't text back in the next 60 seconds, I'm gonna tear apart all of Brownsville looking for you.'

Instantly my phone beeped, I ripped it out of my jacket pocket just as it beeped again, telling me I had two new messages. 'I'm fine.' Said the first one. 'And Tristan's not straight, he realized it when he kissed me this morning thinking I was a chick. He just beat up three of the guys on the football team and his friend Jack kicked them off because the hit me. Tristan's driving me to the hospital now to get X-rays, he's really worried because they hurt pretty bad' the second message sounded cut off to me, as if he had stopped himself from writing what else was on his mind.

“Dude, you're gonna break your phone if you keep squeezing it like that.” Danny said, easily plucking it from my grasp.

“He's alone in a car with Tristan FUCKING Lumiere! How in the hell do you expect me to act?!” I hissed furiously. Danny held his hands up in surrender, still holding my cell.

“Like a sane man.” Salem muttered, quickly texting something, receiving a reply and sliding it in to his pocket. “You can have it back when you calm down.”

“What did you text? What did he say?”

“I told him to text you the second he knew something and he said he would and that he's see you when he got home.”

“I say we find those punks that hit him and grind them into the fuckin' dust!” Topher said between tightly clenched teeth, smoothing out his skirt like he always did when he was really mad and crossing, uncrossing and recrossing his legs in the feminine manor. When we had first asked him why he had giggled, flipping his hair, saying that putting his ankle to his knee would flash his panties and that would be very unladylike.

“No need.” We jumped at the introduction of a new voice, plopping his sexy self down next to Topher, not knowing that was the worst move he could make.

Topher's anger vanished like water in the desert and he leaned closer to the new guy, flirtatiously placing his hot pink fingernails on the guys arm. “And who might you be, cutie?” he asked in what we called his 'Christy' voice.

“Christy, no.” Salem warned.

“Christy, huh?” The guy asked, I had seen him with Tristan before, what was his name...Jake? “I'm Jack.” Close enough.