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NOLAN POV
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Going to sleep was difficult, and it wasn't because it was 7:00 in the morning.
It was because I was confused and guilty.
What is wrong with me? I mean, what asshole promises to help they're best friend with something and then get pissed at them?
Me. This asshole, that's who.
I stared at the ceiling, brows furrowed. The taste of Evan's mouth still lingered on my mouth and no matter how much orange juice I drink it will not go away. It almost like I'm being taunted.
Haha, Nolan, you fag. You kissed your best friend and touched his dick!~
"Fuck!" I growl into a throw pillow, a deep blush covering my cheeks. "Goddamnit."
I bite down on the pillow and close my eyes, breathing deeply through my nose. God, I'm such a-
"FUCK!" A loud scream came from upstairs and I wince when a loud thump followed. Evan punched something, obviously. A moment later something was thrown and shattered. Maybe he threw the lamp or one of the many glasses in his room. Loud sobs came with everything and I couldn't take it anymore.
I stood up and pulled my pants on as well as my shirt and then slowly made the decent upstairs. I knocked on the door lightly and immediately Evan responded.
"FUCK OFF, YOU BASTARD" He screamed and I swallowed.
"I-i'm headed home.." I stammered.
"GOOD." He yelled and my heart ached. He basically just told me he hated me through a doorway. I deserve it. I'm an asshole, a homophobic asshole...
"M-my bags in there.." I say.
It goes quiet and I start to think I'll just have to get it later until shuffling was heard and the door was thrown open and my bag was thrown at me. Evan stares at me for a second, tears rolling down his cheeks and his brows furrowed in anger.
"Thanks." I mumble and he slams the door, sending me down the stairs.
My house is a thirty minute walk from here, but whatever. I need the walk.
I need to think....
Shoving my headphones in I start down the driveway.
Why am I such an asshole? First Heather, and now Evan?
What's my fucking issue?
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HEATHER POV
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Later that night I sat on the bed, pain surging through my ribs every so often.
Of course, I'm able to walk, I have crutches, I just prefer not to considering everything is upstairs and Jade and I's room is downstairs...and by upstairs I mean...two flights of stairs...
"Heather. Dinner." Jen said, poking her head in the door.
I smile. "Yeah. I'll be up in a minute. Or ten."
She chuckles and closes the door, leaving me in the dark. I groan and reach over, grabbing the bedside table and pulling myself up.
I stand up, a crutch under each arm, and start out the door to the stairs.
"Here comes the cripple" Nick jokes. I try not to laugh, as that hurts too, and sit down at the table.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I grab it.
Evan_Billard:
I need someone to talk to...
Evan_Billard:
something happened... Can we meet somewhere?
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EVAN POV
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I haven't left my room at all today. It's currently 7:45 PM, my stomach is cramping from lack if food but I can't bring myself to stand and leave the room.
Recently I did text Heather, I need to talk to someone.
About what happened.
I can trust any of the guys in other situations..but not in this one.
They wouldn't get it.
My phone buzzed and my burning and tear-soaked eyes darted over to it.
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No Homo ~BXB~ (Book 1)
RandomWARNING These are real people who know of me writing this book and don't care. They are not gay IRL, but if this comes down then its simply because they asked me to stop. WARNING This story involves boy and boy inter courses, meaning it is very gay...
