Painfully Evicted (boy x boy)

5.) Bisexual

Warning, this chapter includes a character having a panic attack. There is also in...puking, so If that's something you might have a hard time reading about, be aware. Thanks!

Jasper's pov

I'm bi.

I let out a large breath and look down at my lap. I had to be, right? I mean, I look at guys the same way in a sexual sense. If I see a hot guy, I think about sex.

Maybe I'm just a horn dog.

I throw my head into my hand and bite my lip. I need to stop coming up with excuses. I'm bi and that's it. I can't do anything about it.

I stand up and brush my hoodie off. I had to heat up the car before the ride to school or else me and Milo would freeze our asses off.

Putting on some shoes, I walk at a suitable pace, being sure not to slip on ice, and sticking my keys into the keyhole, turning it and making sure to turn on the heater before walking back inside.

I sigh and sit on the couch, Milo walking out of his room with one of my old hoodies on along with some sweats. It looked like he didn't try at all, but he still looked great.

He sits on the couch next to me and flashes a smile, and I do the same back.

"You look tired as shit." Milo says, laughing.

Sorry. I've kinda been up all night thinking.

I sigh and shake my head.

"cause I am." I chuckle. " we should probably head out to the car though." Milo nods and stands up along with me and he follows me out to my car.

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Whispers.

That's all I could see people doing. And they were looking at me. I groan and grab the lick to my locker, turning it and then pulling the locker open.

"Hey Jasper." I jump and feel a light punch in my shoulder. I turn around to see one of my party friends. Weird. They really only talk to me at parties, hence the name. "I had a question." He speaks and I nod, allowing him to continue.

"is it true that you had sex with Jake Murmansk?" my eyes widen and my stomach drops. I didn't even think about that. I didn't think to check who it was. Of course it was someone at our school.

I look back at him before slamming my locker and running. Running really fucking fast. I needed to get away from the crowds.

The bathroom.

That's where I go, running through three halls and storming into a bathroom and into the stall, my chest rapidly moving up and down. Maybe it was because I sprinted here. I hope that's what it was. I didn't want to-

Have a panic attack. Exactly what was happening.

I groan as pressure builds up in my chest, and my eyes water, my vision getting blurry. The pressure was enough to make most people puke. Good thing I was in a stall.

I sniffle as a couple of tears stream down my cheek and I drop to my knees, tightly gripping the toilet seat. My mouth salivates and I vomit, my head pounding. This sucks. This fucking sucks. What about Milo. He's gonna find out through rumors. I wanted to tell him myself.

What if someone outs me to my parents? That almost happened with Milo. I had to beat up some kid over it. The dick almost ruined his life.

After vomiting I clench my jaw, the pressure on my chest going down and my breaths returning to normal.

I have these often. Not too often, but maybe once like every month.

I pant and stand up, wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I nervously bite the inside of my cheek and walk out to the sink, washing my hands when my phone pings.

Milo: where are you?

Me: in the bathroom. Why?

Milo: I saw you running... And I heard about the rumors.

I sigh and start typing a response, still panting.

"How bad was this one." I hear from the door and Milo looks up at me. "The panic attack you had." I look down and him and smile lightly, raising one eyebrow. "Come on. I'm not stupid. I know what it's like to be accused of this type of stuff. At least it's not true and you know that." He smiles up at me.

I know hat smile was meant to make me feel better, but if anything it made things worse.

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So this chapter was shorter than most of them, mainly just because I had writers block. Good timing brain. One of the most important chapters and you screw me over once again.
t h a n k s.

I hope I made you frustrated. That's my job.

I also hope the description of the panic attack was okay. I've had a lot, but I didn't know how hard they were to put into words until now.

Anyways, I've been awake for 2 days. I need to sleep.

Bye Bye.

855 words.