(A/N) Warning! There is major bullying and attempted suicide here. If this is offensive to you in anyway, please stop reading and look for a happier short story. My apologies for anything said that offends.
This will also be mostly Luke’s POV but I will use Devin once in a while.
Luke
Dating Devin Young was amazing… Unless you are talking about dating at school. Yea, I loved Devin, but we weren’t exactly in the same friend group…
When I first started liking Devin, it was Freshman year. He was that quiet, loner that no one wanted to be around, but he looked so adorable. I don’t know why! I was attracted to him as I am supposed to be attracted to girls. It was wrong, but I knew I just had to have him.
Devin and I rarely got time alone. And it was all my fault.
“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, kissing him deeply. We were locked in one of the bathroom stalls during second block, him pressed against the cold tiles, looking up at me every so often and me kissing him senseless.
It was like this during school all the time. In the halls, in class, everywhere in school, we would ignore each other and only send a few affectionate glances towards each other. But it still wasn’t enough. Sure, we met up in the bathrooms whenever we really needed to see each other, but it still wasn’t enough.
“I know. But it’s what we both agreed on. It’s not your fault, Luke.” Devin said, kissing me again. I stroked his pale cheek and smiled sadly. That’s another thing. I have noticed that Dev has become paler than usual. He used to be tan and lean. Now he was basically skin and bones and really really pale.
As for what he’s talking about… allow me to explain. Devin came out to his dad, his gay dad, Coleman Young, when we first started dating a month ago. He didn’t exactly want to tell anyone else that he was gay and I was fine with that. I didn’t want to tell my friend group or my mother and father that I was gay either. Or at least until graduation (which was five months from now) when I was free of my parents and free of high school. Damn high school. Damn parents. Damn everything.
“Are you really alright, Dev? It’s jus-” He put his finger to my lips and kissed my cheek.
“It’s fine Luke.” I kissed him again before walking out of the stall. He followed me out a moment later.
“Alright. I love you, Devin.” I wrapped my arms around his waist again and kissed him slowly and passionately to let him know I meant it.
“I know. I love you too, Luke.” I pulled away and turned to walk out.
“I’ll meet you by the gate after school.” I called before reaching the door.
“Fine. I’ll be there.” I pecked his cheek and walked out swiftly, making my way back to English. I watched Devin walk slowly the other way towards Psychology (why he chose to take Psychology was beyond me).
I felt really bad as I entered the room and sat down. I HATED this arrangement. And I had a feeling that this was only going to get worse before it got better.
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Devin
I waited at the gate for Luke, scrolling through my phone. He was two minutes late, which was nothing like him, and I almost texted him when I recieved a text, telling me that he would be a little late.
Well fine then! If that Jockass wanted to be late, then he could go ahead!
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