Hate | Love

Right Back at You

"Now that's what shit looks like."

Tharn glared towards the direction from where the teasing voice came from. His brows were knotted in a scowl as he weaved through seats filled with his classmates towards the back where an obviously amused Long was seated.

His friend was looking at him come closer and then sat on an empty seat right next to him.

"Let me guess, "Long leaned forward, his eyes glistening with mirth, "Problems with your exes?"

"No," came the curt reply.

Tharn was in no mood for any of Long's lame jokes and teasing. He was pissed. He was still replaying what happened earlier with Type and it was not making the start of his day great at all.

"Oh, I see, it's probably that gym guy that wanted to top you," Long persisted, "I'm right aren't I?"

"Shut up Long," Tharn growled and Long was taken aback. It was the first time that his usually gentle friend was pissed enough to snap back at him. Usually, however bad the days were for the handsome drummer, he was cool and chill enough to take it in stride. Today must be an especially stressful then, or someone must have pushed the right buttons to get Tharn in such a mood. "There are just things I need to figure it out."

"Hmmm, I bet it's a case of your exes fighting over you, again!" Long teased further.

"Are you having fun?" Tharn sarcastically asked, "Ruining my day so early in the morning?"

"Wow, you really are pissed," Long exclaimed, his hands up in the air in surrender. "Chill Tharn, what's up your ass? C'mon tell your buddy and I just might be able to help."

"I highly doubt it." Tharn answered curtly, shrugging his shoulders as he declined the offer. Surprising even himself that he was not in the mood to share with his best friend. In the years that they have known each other, it had always been Long that was there to share whatever it was that bothered him. When everyone else thought of him was a heartbreaker and a kind of slut, it was always Long that was left for him to talk to. He had always had a reputation for breaking hearts, always being tagged as the one who left whoever it was that fell for him and when the heat of the bed has begun to become lukewarm, he was always blamed to be the one who left someone crying for him. But surprisingly, Long had always been there. But somehow today was not one of those days. Tharn wanted to dive into whatever issues he had with Type by himself.

"Fine, whatever dude," Long muttered beside him as the professor walked in, "I'll be here when you're ready to talk."

The class started and Tharn went straight into space. He did not even remember a single thing about the discussion as we thought about his roommate situation. He was not the type to back out of something he felt strongly about, and he was not going to be bullied by someone who acted like a brat. He felt that it would be like sacrificing a part of himself and admitting that what he was, what he is was something to be abhorred. He didn't want to arguments but damn was he going to back off just because of some prick's homophobic issues with his sexuality.

But there was also something that bothered him. It was that he was really beginning to like the athletic roommate who used to have a ready smile for him. They were comfortable with each other, and he was ready enough to share in the snacks that Tharn brought home. The worst was that Type was definitely someone who he could have liked. As in really liked. But he already told himself that there was nothing good when you mess with someone straight, and he was right. Type was acting like a prick.