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Chapter 2: The Weird Day

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🎬Blake🎬

"Phew." Harlott sighed as we had finished our rehearsal for it.

It had been two days since I last planned to manipulate Angelo. I guess I'm just too chickened or I'm just rehearsing, my plan. I'd shook my head as Evan keeps on nagging about how pathetic the theater act was, the name is called "Twinkle", I can't relate, but I wish I could because Macey is harshly laughing at him.

"So, who at you four had man up and decided to be an actor." The tone in her voice is high, trying to show that she is excited.

"None." We all nonchalantly said.

"Well, someone has to do things before I do it for you." She said.

"Urgh!" We all groaned in our own irritation. She is just so irritating when it comes to this. Everyone said their goodbyes. Only Macey and I was standing on the stadium.

"Hey, let's leave this school." She said as she left the stadium. I try to follow her out but I realized I had stopped because, well, she is so fucking fast.

I coincidentally saw Angelo who is giving Samantha tremendous peck on the lips. They were just in the cafeteria, eating lips- I mean eating foods. Samantha saw me and she waved her hands, probably saying that she don't need me anymore.

Angelo has the smirk in his own face now. Well well well, I think it's not for long. You will find the real harmony in life. I will just have to kill you with kindness.

I gave Samantha a smile, not sparing Angelo a gaze. I tried to provoke him by shaking my head and folding my arms toy chest. I saw how the darkness will soon come out of this school. Well, for the technical record, the school accepts student until 9:00 pm.

I could have swear I heard him yell something, probably wantin' me to hear that he is following. I smirked as I heard footsteps on the hallway as I walk to the door of the bathroom. Check... Check... Check... Check... Those were the words that was keeping me from being sane and keeping me from holding insanity.

I went to the edge of the sink and started reading the paper. I tried to understand every details that I can manage to understand. This whole ironic bullying at once. I'll make you feel shit, all over again after this. Check... Check... Che-

Kablaam!

The door burst open. Good thing, I had already hid the paper and started washing my hands. I could feel Angelo who is coming near me. I need to be an impulsive actor, for this. He was smirking down at my 5'8 height with his 6'3 one. He is one year older than me. I had to gulp at his own stare, good thing, I had managed to hid them.

"Wassup, fag?" He smirked while his wicked eyes roam my body.

"Hey, you're too quiet, I presume." He smirked as he went barging near me, using his finger to tap my chin, initiating a words of stare, at, and me.

"Or was I just making you too nervous now." He grinned as we were a mere inches a part and I was quickly panicking in what he can do to me, all alone. I mean, is he really gay?

His not so messy raven hair, and his green eyes makes him stood out. He has definite muscles that are popping out of his clothes. I could sense the twitching of his fingers, maybe he is for some reason- intimidated too.

"God, I could rape you here for being a fag." He growled as he caress my face smoothly. My eyes were beginning to widened but I tried to hide them. So he has the urge to like me too?