He Doesn't Treat You Right (UNEDITED)(W.I.P)

CHAPTER 3

Type hurried into the his faculty building a spring in his step; ecstatic that he would finally see Tharn this evening after almost five days. He desperately needed a cuddle from the younger boy.

Type hadn't ever felt this lonely before, in such a short span Tharn had become essential to his very existence now. He craved his boyfriend like his body craved oxygen.

Their last face to face interaction hadn't been the best he had gone with instinct to defend himself when Tharn started to get frisky. Served him right for doing something that he knew Type abhorred.

Then Type wondered whether he had gone a bit too far by making fun of his boyfriend who was definitely, as was evident by the gel pack he was holding to his groin, in quite a lot of pain that night. He had hoped to apologize the next morning but Tharn had slipped away to his home before Type had woken up. He hadn't even given him a goodbye kiss before leaving which was very unlike his usually affectionate boyfriend. Was Tharn angry with him? He wondered was that why he had neither replied nor called him back.

At football practice that afternoon he whined to No about Tharn's silence and had then gone on to relate what had happened at P'Jeed's bar.
For the first time since he had gotten to know No; his best friend actually got angry at him and ripped him a new one.

"You did what now?! Goddammit Type! What are you? Brain damaged or something? How could you do that? That too to Tharn of all people?" No Raged at him right there in the middle of the football field, the decibel of his voice increasing with every new question he flung at Type.

"He knows very well that I am uncomfortable with PDA despite that he kept groping and trying to unbutton my shirt." Type threw back defending his action.

"So you kicked ... Sorry! Kneed him in the nuts!!!!! And you have NOOOO idea why he behaved as he did that night?" Type just averted his gaze lowering his head in shame.
"So you do know why he did it. Even I know why. Because you knowingly wound him up and made him jealous by openingly flirting with those women."  Techno remarked

"You saw that?" Type asked stunned.

"Half of the bar saw you literally climbing onto those two women. Whispering sweet nothings in their ears. And you did it, what it's been like what not even six weeks since the whole Puifai fiasco. So Tharn being insecure and trying to reassure himself that you wouldn't go back to chasing women got inappropriate with you. Which i definitely do not condone either but instead of reassuring him like a normal boyfriend to calm him down as you should have, you went ahead and now correct me if I am wrong you went ahead and pushed some more of his buttons then when he argued back with you, you kneed him. Now am I right or am I right?" No flung the rhetorical question at him.

"You ... are ... right." Type stuttered in shame.

"Well done Type!. You Sir have murdered and buried your relationship in less than 2 months. A good relationship which had a bright future with an amazing person like Tharn. Wow! Three Cheers For Type The King Of Asshole Boyfriends!" No chirped his tone dripping with sarcasm mixed in with barely tamed anger. No then lifted both his fists in the air and yelled out . "Hip Hip Hurray for Type!"

Champ who was close by came running up to them when he heard No cheer.

"What did Type do that you are raising a cheer for him." The ever hungry footballer enquired.
"Oh! Our ever so wonderful Type kneed Tharn in the groin after an argument." No elaborated with a disgusted smile.

"WHAT?! Ai'Techno that is not something to appreciate at all. That's horrible." Champ exploded

"My thoughts exactly Champ my man," No concurred.

"Then why are cheering for him." Champ demanded.

"Because this stupid stupid idiot is wondering whether that could be the reason for Tharn not picking up his calls or replying to his messages." No explained.

"Type I am sorry but if you did that to me then I'd keep a 100 yard distance from you from that day forward, I would definitely Block you from all my social media and completely ignore your very existence on this planet. That's how hurt I'd be And I am just your team mate. I can't even imagine how hurt Tharn who is your b...best friend and roommate must feel." Champ said looking at the ground shaking his head shocked by Type's behavior.

"Yes that is no way to treat your Best Friend Type." No added, stressing on the Best of best friend.

"So how can I fix this?" Type whimpered finally understanding the true weight of the repercussion his one action had brought about.

"Honestly I don't think there is anything left to fix Type bcoz if I am right, hell of course I am TharnType is over, done with, dead, cremated and ashes buried in the Mariana Trench. Bye Bye relationship." No seemed to be brimming with sarcasm this afternoon making Type feel low.
"But I have hit him before and he's never shut me out like this." Type observed out loud.
"He never ... before ... Oh My God! Type! So this was the straw that broke camel's back. I feel like stabbing you. You freaking... aaaarrrgh ... I can't think of a bad enough thing to call you. That's how horrible a person you are Type." No fumed at Type hand raised fingers curled to grab him by the throat but Champ put his arms around his chest and restrained him.

"What you're doing to Tharn is called abuse Type." Champ uttered, "you belong in jail!" His teammate spat at him before he quickly walked away pulling along No along with him trying to get as far away from Type as possible.

Type couldn't concentrate for the rest of practice and when coach blew the final whistle of the day at 6:00 pm to disperse them he took the world's quickest shower and shot out of the locker room still buttoning up his college uniform shirt.

He needed to see Tharn right now and apologize, he would beg and grovel if necessary but he was not going to lose his boyfriend because of his abysmal behavior.

As he speed walked to the bus stop his phone chimed he took it out from his pocket and saw that Champ had sent him a Line message. Opening it he saw a link to an article followed by the words, "you are just a step away from reaching their level"

Once he reached the bus stop he tapped the link that his team mate had sent him. The article he read made his whole body go numb and his ears ring. He couldn't help but relive every incident that ended with him raising his hand or kicking Tharn culminating into the events of the previous Wednesday night.

If Type felt like garbage before now he felt like scum at the bottom of a dirty shoe now. What the hell had he done? And would he be able to salvage his relationship? Would Tharn forgive him ? Or like Techno had pointed out maybe this was the straw that broke Tharn and his still very new and fragile relationship.

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A/N: the article Champ forwarded to Type https://www.google.co.in/amp/s/amp.theatlantic.com/amp/article/281131/