Zero [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 3: A Match Into The Water

Title: "A Match Into The Water" by Pierce The Veil

Photo on the side: Seth Hills (Kellin Quinn-Lead singer from the band Sleeping with Sirens)

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          When the day was finally over, Oliver high tailed it home hoping to beat his Uncle home. Greg always came home earlier than usual on Fridays and most of time beat Oliver home. But not today. If Oliver couldn’t get home before Greg did he knew he’d get ripped a new one for not coming home last night or telling him where he’d gone. On top of that the school would call the house and if Greg picked up and happened what today, from what the coach told them, Oliver would be fucked.  

            Running up into the driveway, Oliver dashed for the door and froze. He hadn’t seen any cars in the driveway. Did he actually beat his Uncle home? Only one thing would be able to tell him this. The door. If it was locked, he hadn’t been home yet. If it was unlocked, he’s as good as dead.

            Wrapping his hand around the door handle, his body shook with suspense of the outcome. Just then the door opened. Oliver looked up as he felt his entire body stiffen with fear.

            “Whoa,” Oliver’s older cousin, Seth, chuckled almost running into him. “Sorry, kid, didn’t see you standing there.”

            Oliver sighed in relief at the sight of his cousin as he ruffled his hair walking out the door past him. Oliver suddenly turned to him as he walked over to the garage door to open it never able to just use the garage door in the house. 

            “Wait,” Oliver ran after him like a puppy fallowing its Master thinking he was leaving and never coming back. “Where are you, didn’t you just get home?”

            “No,” Seth laughed softly.

            “Then how did you get home before me?”

            “The college I go to in the afternoon, for classes, was closed today. So I got home. I was just ‘bout to leave and pick you up from school. But now I’m getting the hell out of here for a couple hours.”

            Oliver arched a brow tilting his head. “What? Why?”

            Just then, Oliver’s whole body froze as the garage door opened and his uncles 2010 mercury was parked next to Seth’s piece of shit.

            “Uncle Greg’s home?” Oliver asked his chest tightening.

            “Yup.”

            “How pissed is he?”

            Seth reached into his pocket and fumbled for his keys. “Well lets just say he told me to go get you from school and drag you back by your hair if I had to.”

            “Where are you going? Let me come with you, please Seth!” Oliver pleaded.

            “Sorry, Ollie Bun.” Seth sighed opening the driver side door. “Can’t, but hey, I’ll come back soon so he doesn’t go too far, but you know Dad. He loves you, he won’t turn into you father.”

            Oliver turned his back to Seth and quivered at the thought of that man. Even though his uncle got on his ass about a lot, but Oliver still knew he loved him. With his father, he never felt it. With Greg there was fear and love, with Austin, Oliver’s father, there was only fear.

            Dragging himself inside, through the garage door, Oliver crept down the halls way towards the kitchen as he could hear his Uncle on the phone.

            “No, he isn’t home yet, may I ask who’s speaking?”

            There was a small pause.

            “He what?!” Greg barked.

            FUCK! It’s the school! I’m not talking to him now! Hell now!

            Oliver heard the conversation getting worse as he backed up towards the stairs and tried his best to slip away. When the call seemed to of ended, with just his luck, the next step Oliver put pressure to creak.

            “Austin Oliver Hills!” His uncle yelled from in the kitchen.

            He used my first name! I’m fucking screwed.

            “Don’t call me that!” Oliver grumbled back under his breath not really wanting his uncle to hear it as he trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen.

            “You beat up a kid today at school!?”

            “No!” Oliver denied trying to defend himself against whatever lie the school came up with.

            “Well I just off the phone with your school and they said you were caught taunting and kicking another student.” Greg argued as if I was lying.

            “Well that’s not what happened! Not even close!” Oliver argued back.

            “Then what really happened?” Greg asked crossing his arms and leaning up against the island in the kitchen.

            “This girl who’s picked and tortured Niomi since the fifth grade called her a dyke today in front of her-.”           

            “So you thought it was okay to start a fight?” Greg said, cutting Oliver off.

            “No! Listen,” Oliver said shaking his head trying to keep himself from blowing up. “I turned around and stood up for Niomi, then her Stacey’s little boy toy punched me see!”

            Oliver stuck his bruised purpled cheekbone out and pointing to it. Greg tilted his head and took his face looking it over. Oliver hissed softly in pain.

            “If I didn’t knee him in the stomach he would have punched my eye out, too.”

            “Then why did they say you beat him up?” Greg asked.

            “Because the coach is the one who saw it all. He wasn’t ‘bout to let his star quarter back get suspended for the season cause he beat up a fag.”

            “What did I say ‘bout calling yourself that!” Greg scolded as he pulled out some first-aid supplies.

            Oliver’s gaze feel to the floor as his voice softened. “It’s true.”

            “You’re not a fag, you’re gay. There’s a difference.” He corrected as he started to clean and patch up the bruise.

            Too bad the world sees it differently.