Underneath the Surface (On Hold)

16: Fagboy

"Ugh, what do you want?" Naomi snorted.

She fell back onto her swing and looked at Dean with the same disgusted expression on her face. I knew she had never liked him.

"Just checking on my friend," Dean replied, putting the emphasis on the last word like he used to do the last couple of times I had spoken to him.

He took another puff of his cigarette and slowly walked over to us, blowing the smoke over his shoulder.

"You friends now?" Naomi asked me in an accusing way.

"I just told you that," Dean grinned, before I could reply to her. "But Nick here hasn't been much of a friend lately though, ditching me to play lovers with the fag."

He stopped in front of the swing I was still sitting on and looked down at me. I felt trapped in my position and the panic started to well up in my chest at full speed.

Dean knew about me and David.

"You still have the bag?" he asked.

I just nodded.

"Good," Dean grinned. "I'll be needing some of the contents this Friday. You can bring it when we go to Miko's party."

Naomi looked at us both with a deep frown on her forehead. She then stood up from the swing and came standing next to me, putting her hand on my shoulder. It only comforted me just a little, making me remember the many times she had acted like my big sister. I mostly felt stupid that I wasn't able to stand up for myself at that moment.

"You don't seem to be a good friend yourself either, talking about Nick or David like that," she said firmly. "I don't even want to know what bag or contents you're talking about, but you should keep Nick out of your bullshit!"

Dean threw the remainder of the cigarette on the ground and put it out with the tip of his shoe, before looking at me with a mocking grin on his face.

"She for real?"

I stared back up at him, still struggling to process what was happening, unable to speak. There was a huge lump in my throat.

"Yeah, she for real!" Naomi spat back at him. "Do you even hear yourself? You're not as cool as you think you are, Dean!"

Dean's gaze darkened slightly again, turning from me towards her.

"Is that right? Nick here thought I was extremely cool when we broke into fagboy's house."

I froze as I felt Naomi looking at me with an accusing glance once more.

"Is that true Nick?"

"Yeah, after I was drugged," I replied with a raspy voice, finally being able to say something.

Both Dean and Naomi shook their heads at me, both for different reasons though.

"I can't believe that you wanted to hang out with this guy," Naomi sighed. "What the actual fuck, Nick! You're both going to be in so much trouble if anyone finds out!"

"But no one will, right my lovely neighbor?" Dean said, his voice sounding threatening.

"Not through me," Naomi said, shaking her head. "But only because I want to protect Nick. If it would've been only you, I'd be the first to tip the cops."

"Good to know,' Dean groaned.

He then turned back towards me again and took another cigarette and a lighter from the breast pocket of his black leather jacket.