No Homo ~BXB~ (Book 1)

(12) Fun Interrupted

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EVAN POV

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"How long have we been out for?" Heather asks.

"I dunno, like four hours? I haven't been keeping time..." I murmur, looking at the stars. She laughs, looking over at me.

"What time is it?" She asks. "I have to be back home at eleven"

I shrug and grab my phone from beside me on the grass.

"It's eight thirty," I say, then turn to her on my side. "I have a question, and if you don't want to answer its fine," I say. She nods.

"Go ahead, I'm pretty honest with most things," she says.

I bite my lip. "Why did you give me Jade's mom's number instead of your moms?" I ask. She tense but then sighs with a small smirk.

"I knew you'd ask eventually." She says. "My mom wouldn't care. Well, she would and she'd show up, but she'd show up drunk. That's how she is, it's been 10 years since I last saw her sober. I got tired of it and went to move in with Jade. Now, whenever I'm asked for a parents number I give them Jade's mom." She explains. My heart is heavy for her, now knowing that she has a bad relationship with her mom upsets me. She doesn't deserve that.
I push away the feeling knowing that she wouldn't want me to pity her. That's just how she is.
"Hey, so. My bad life aside, how are you doing? Have you figured anything out yet?" She asks.
I blush. "Well actually, yeah kinda. I..I for sure liked that thing with Nolan." I say.
She wiggles her eyebrows at me and my blush only deepens.
"Shut up" I mumbled shyly.
"Didn't say anything"
She yawns and giggles.
"Tired?" I smirk. She shakes her head.
"Hardly."
We go quiet, just sitting on the grassy lawn and enjoying each others presence.
"Evan.," Heather says. I look at her.
She nods her head to the end of the driveway.
I look down and scoff when I see the familiar blonde boy that I've known all my life. The same one that toyed with me and left me sobbing in my bedroom unapologetically.
I stand up quickly and help Heather up, being careful not to strain her ribs.
"Evan wait-"
"No, Nolan. Go home." I call over my shoulder as we go into the house.
He jogs up, grabbing my shoulder. I turn around as soon as the contact is made, landing a swift slap across his face.
He looks stunned then looks at me.
"Ouch." He says. I glare.
"Go away, Nolan. You're such an asshole, you fucking promised me you would help. And guess what?" I spit. Heather backs up a little to give space.
I could tell Nolan was getting irritated.
"What?" He asks.
"You started that. You kissed me! I didn't start that, I kissed you once to see if I liked it. After that though? It was all you"
Nolan looks back at Heather, a hard glare.
"Go inside Heather-"
I block his view.
"No. She can stay if she wants."
"No, I think I'll go inside. I don't want to be in the way" Heather says and the door opens quickly then shuts behind her.
"You continued that, Evan. You could have shoved me off if you wanted to stop."
"Funny how you think I wanted to stop," I say and his jaw drops. "Why are you surprised? Answer me that. Why are you surprised that I, a questioning person, would want to stop making out with their crush."
"You have a-" he starts. I jab a finger into his chest and he stumbles back.
"What? Surprised I have feelings for you?! NO SHIT NOLAN, ARE YOU BLIND?!" I scream.
"STOP YELLING AT ME" He roars.
"FUCK YOU. FUCK. YOU." I scream. "YOU HURT ME NOLAN. IF YOU HAD BROKEN YOUR PROMISE OVER ANYTHING ELSE I WOULDN'T CARE BUT OF COURSE, YOU BROKE IT OVER SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY MATTERED TO ME." I scream in his face. By now he's pressed against the hood of my car.
"Ev," he mumbles.
"Don't," I say. A tear rolls down his cheek and at the same time a tear rolls down mine as I step away from him and walk into the house.

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NOLAN POV
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I had thought all day, my mom and dad were concerned when I refused breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
They had questioned me, of course, but I had only told them I was arguing with Evan. Nothing else.
By the time they had gone to work. I had figured it out...

I, Nolan Wyatt, was not straight. It's not possible, and as much as it disgusts me...I can't deny it.
I gave my best friend a hand job and made out with him twice. There is no heterosexual answer to that.
I made a mistake today, I need to fix that. My friendship depends on it.

I grabbed my phone, dialing Evans number and waiting for him to answer.
Please please, please...
"Hello?"
"Evan let me-" I start and I hear him scoff.
"Nope." He says and I'm immediately met with a dial tone ringing in my ear. I tried to call him l six times afterward, but I guess he had turned his phone off.
At seven thirty after many attempts at calling him, I had decided I would go to his place and make him talk to me.
That didn't go well.

I watch him stalk back into his house, tears slipping from my eyes.

" IF YOU HAD BROKEN YOUR PROMISE OVER ANYTHING ELSE I WOULDN'T CARE, BUT OF COURSE YOU BROKE IT OVER SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY MATTERED TO ME."

I slump against his car, regretting everything I had ever done to lead up to this moment.
"Nolan you retard." I scoff. I've fucked up my entire friendship with him.
There's only one other option now.

If he didn't block my number that is...