No Homo ~BXB~ (Book 1)

(13) Gay?

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EVAN POV
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"what the fuck is wrong with him," I mumble into my knees. Heather slowly slumped down beside me.
"I dunno Evan, really. He's an asshole." She says.
"When isn't he?"
It goes quiet for a while.
After fifteen minutes of complete silence, my sobbing having stopped and us just sitting there, Heather peeked out the window.
"He's leaving." She says
"Good." I murmur.
"Hey, cheer up." She smiles, nudging me. I grunt but smirk under my arm.
"No no, I'm not letting you be unhappy just cause of that asshole. Especially since he's your best friend. I know how it feels." She says. "So come on. I'm taking you somewhere and you aren't going to think about him for the rest of the night." She says.
I chuckle. "Why do you care. I swear your bipolar or something." I say as I stand up and wipe my eyes.
"Why do you say that?" She asks, an eyebrow raised in amusement. "I mean, you aren't wrong but what makes you say that?"
"Because you went from hating my guts to refusing to let me be unhappy in a matter of three days," I say. She laughs.
"Well then, maybe I'm bipolar for you."
"Only for me?"
"Hey now, don't get too cocky" she chuckles. I laugh softly and bump her shoulder.
She grabs her phone.
"I'm gonna text my mom and tell her I'm gonna be later than eleven. I'm not leaving until your night is back on track." She says. I smile.
"Thanks, Heather," I say, rubbing her hair.
"Anytime," she says, fixing her hair. "Hey Jen, oh yeah no everything's fine. I'm gonna be a little bit late getting home though..."
"Why?" Jens' voice said over the phone.
"My....classmate." She looks at me. "He's going through something right now, I'm trying to make him feel better" Heather explains.
"OK. No, later than 2:00 AM"
"OK thank you." She says. She hangs up the phone and slips it back into her pocket.
"OK. Let's go Homo." She says.
"Hey!" I laugh.

*20 minutes later*

"Heather!?" I call. I hear her laughter from behind a tree and I smirk, sneaking up to the tree.
"Gotcha!" I yell and she screams, laughing. She nearly falls over and I grab her to hold her steady.
We sit against the tree, our laughter dying slowly as the quiet if the trails surround us. A few birds chirped hear and there and the occasional late night jogger would go past.
"Why does this keep happening to me?" Heather asks.
"What do you mean?" I ask. She shrugs.
"All year, the people who I've tried to avoid or the people I've had past beef with are becoming the people who I care most about." She says. "Like you said, I've hated you since grade five and now here we are." She says.
I shrug.
"Maybe you're just learning how to leave things in the past. Forgive and forget, you know?"
"Maybe" she sighs.
Her head flops onto my shoulder and my head rests on hers.
"How are you feeling," she asks.
"Way better. So. So much better, but I know I can't escape this. He wants to talk and knowing Nolan he isn't going to stop until he gets what he wants" I say.
She sighs. "I know. Just be ready to face it when the time comes. Even then I'm here if you need support."
"Thank you," I say. She nods.
"How are your ribs?" I ask her. She shrugs.
"Still broken." She says. "But the doctor said that since it was only a small crack that it should only take maybe six weeks to heal."
I nod. "That's good."
"Yeah."
My phone buzzed but I ignore it. I don't want to look at technology right now.
"Your phone buzzed." Heather points out. I nod.
"I don't care," I say, yawning.
"Do you want me to go home? You seem tired " she says. I shrug.
"You can if you want, I'm willing to stay up," I say. She yawns.
"No. I'll leave you alone. I need sleep too" she says. I nod.
"Do you want a ride?" I ask. She looks up at the house and nods.
"Sure. The busses won't be running anyways." She says.
"Mkay.." I groan, standing up.
"Ahh...nooo, Evan I was comfy" she grumbles and I smirk.
"Whatever, come on you dork." I chuckle and help her up from the ground, giving her the crutches.
We head back to the house and I grab my keys and her bag then walk out to the car where Heather was waiting, throwing it into the back seat. Heather crawls into the car, cursing under her breath. Once shes buckled in and set I start the car and start down the road.