The Prettiest Boy

Part 7

Tory quickly let go of him and pulled away. Victor lay on the bed, now covering his face with his hands.

"Oh my god, what happened? What did I do? I'm so sorry if you didn't like that." said Tory, worried that she had taken it too far.

"I'm sorry." he said with a strained voice.

Tory kept a distance away, afraid to touch him at the moment for she felt it was her fault.

"What's wrong, sweety? I swear I won't do anything again, unless you say it's okay."

Victor sat up, shaking his head as he rubbed his eyes and nose.

"You're not the reason."

Tory scrunched her face in confusion.

"I'm not the reason? Then why are you crying?" she asked, slowly walking back up to him until she stood in front of him and bent down to his level.

"I'm a terrible person, Tory. I didn't want to tell you because I feel like you'll not like me anymore."

Tory grabbed his hands, holding them in hers.

"What? Please tell me." she asked.

"I- I still have feelings for. . . Jenny."

Tory stayed quiet for a moment as she looked down.

"Do you even have any feelings for me?" she asked, both wanting and not wanting to know the answer.

"I do, I swear I do. It's just- I can't get over my feelings for Jenny right now. It's been less than a week since she broke up with me, and it hurts. It hurts, Tory." said Victor as he started to cry again.

Tory was relieved to hear he at least liked her. She pulled him into a hug, allowing him to cry into her shoulder. She knew he was holding this in, and allowed him to cry until he could physically not cry anymore. When he was finished, his eyes were bloodshot and face red from lack of oxygen. His makeup was slightly smudged as well.

"Let's get you out of your outfit and into something more comfortable. I'll stay with you until 8:30." said Tory, not wanting to be around when his parents got home.

Victor nodded softly, trying to wipe the snot and wetness off his face before standing. He went over to his clothes, picked out a normal shirt and sweatpants, and went to the bathroom. When he came back to the room, his hair was tied into a ponytail and his makeup had been taken off. His eyes were not as red, but he was still sniffling. He looked over at Tory, who sat on his bed, staring right back at him with a worried expression.

"Are you mad?" he asked.

"Not in the slightest. Just come over here and let me hold you for a while." she said, patting the spot next to her as she leaned against the bed frame.

Victor did as she requested, crawling up next to her. Tory wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close, and used the other hand to pet his head. Victor curled up into her, holding onto her and resting his head against her chest. They stayed like that for the rest of the time, until it was time for Tory to leave. They stood in the doorway, with Victor holding an arm and looking off to the side.

"I'm sorry I ruined our date." he said quietly.

"You really don't need to apologize. I'm not mad or anything. I just hope you're okay."

Victor nodded his head before looking at her.

"I've calmed down, really."

Tory lifted her head slightly as she looked at him. She took a step forward, placed a hand on his cheek and gave him a quick kiss on his lips.