Bi-Curious (BoyxBoy)

♠︎ Chapter 7 • Hammer to Fall ♠︎

Bi-Curious
Chapter 7
"Hammer to Fall"

Ethan

        I sit down in my seat in class, strangely early. The teacher gives me a weird look and I just sneer at her. I'm not in the mood to be questioned today.

        I've been carrying this tension around with me since yesterday and I don't know why, but it's fucking annoying. Every little thing pisses me off. I even snapped at Scout last night when she texted me, asking if everything was alright. Damn witch doesn't have any place in my business.

        Charlie sits down in his spot, his expression light and unbothered as he rifles through his bag, causing me to notice something by accident.

        Charlie's neck is covered in hickeys.

        I stare as I process before turning around, the tension increasing so much so that I snap my pencil. I shove the pieces in my pocket and throw my feet up onto the desk so I can settle into my signature position of 'I don't give a fuck'.

        "Hi, Ethan. You're here early." Charlie grins.

        I close my eyes and force myself to relax. The last thing I want to do is snap at Charlie. He might not be able to take it like my friends can. "Hey." I pull out a toothpick and stick it in my mouth. "Had a rough night, so I came early to get out of the house."

        "What happened? Are you okay?"

        "Just peachy, love." I flash him an annoyed smile, my eyes catching his neck again.

        That's what's bothering me, it has to be. I'm bothered because he left me yesterday, left to skip with some guy, just like he'd done with me. Apparently, I'd read our relationship wrong. What we did wasn't special to him, it didn't mean a damn thing. He didn't want me, he wanted my dick and when he didn't get it, he was perfectly happy to just move on without a second thought. I don't mean jack squat to him.

        "Ethan..." Charlie opens his mouth to say something else before deciding to drop it, his straight and confident posture now slightly slouched and crumpled as he writes in his leather journal.

        I stare straight ahead, feeling trapped in this tiny classroom. I need to get out of here, blow off some steam, get my shit together.

        I grab my bag and stand up suddenly, leaving the classroom and going into the nearest bathroom, the same one we'd been in yesterday. I toss my bag on the counter and throw out whatever guy was washing his hands. I pull a cigarette out and light it, rolling my shoulders.

        The bathroom door opens to reveal Charlie. He walks in and takes a look at my cigarette before shifting awkwardly. "I... If you're going to smoke, can we go outside? I'm kinda... asthmatic..."

        I look at him and sigh, some of the tension leaving me. "Yeah, okay." I grab my stuff and lead him out back to the field and under the bleachers.

        He leans against them, out of the way of the smoke. "What did I do?"

        I shake my head. "Nothin'."

        "Liar."

        I narrow my eyes at him. "Why are you here? Don't you have better things to do?"

        "I'm here because I want to be here. I'm here the same reason I showed up to class yesterday instead of skipping all of my classes, to see you." He rolls his eyes.