Jaspar-Just a friend, A good friend.

Hatred

I hate Caspar. I hate Troye. I hate everyone and everything. Traspar can go and die in a hole as far as I care. Before I storm out and cry like a fifteen year old though, there was one thing I had to do. I walked to our table with my head held high and I was greeted by a great big grin from Troye. He started off "hey Joe, you'd never guess wha-" I cut him off. "Piss off Troye, you are just a gay bit-" I felt a throb of pain. Caspar hit me. Caspar Lee hit me. I touched my nose, of course, it was bleeding. "What the hell Casp?" I said, calmer than excepted. He had tears in his eyes, what have I done? "You have a problem with gays, well guess what Joe? I'm frickin gay too so you can piss off from the apartment if you have a problem with that okay!!!???" He yelled. I nodded. His face was full of years but he wasn't crying. He walked off leaving me and Troye. We looked awkwardly at each other, Troye then shook his head and went to find Caspar. I didn't hate Troye, I was just really hurt to see Caspar with someone else, kissing someone else. I loved Caspar. There was nothin I could do about that but all of the friendship me and Caspar had is probably all gone because of my selfishness. I hated myself for that. I wasn't looking foreword to going home tonight, not only having to face Troye and Caspar but the fact that they are sleeping in the same room made me cringe. I hated life at the moment. There was only one person I can ask for help from, well in this subject anyway.