Rumors. (BxB)

Chapter 10 | Hopeful?

Felix's POV

Jonah's silence just encouraged me to keep speaking. 

- I've liked him ever since I was a freshman, you know. I was "lucky" enough to move in with him 7 months ago, and well... and, well... A month ago, let's just say I made the worst mistake I could've ever made. – Even though what I was saying was pretty much serious, I kept on smiling, trying to hide how hurt and stupid I felt.

- You told him your feelings? – said Jonah, with a neutral tone, and I looked at him surprise. He was more intelligent that I thought. But based on my silence, and my terrible expression of terror, he knew it was something more...serious. – You guys... did it...?

- ...At the moment, it was just an oral. But that was all it needed. – I paused, feeling my eyes water. – He didn't talk to me, for a whole week...We were really close, you know. Or at least that's what I though. We have been living together for a long time now and I know things about him that are... and he knows things about me. He didn't know I was gay though, at least 'till that day.

- What happened that day? – He asked. 

I began dictating everything detail by detail about that day when everything went to shit. How he was mad because of this girl who sucked at sex, and how he asked me if I knew about it, and what was my response. I told him about what happened after. How he...ignored me. How he pushed me away. How he betrayed me. Our friendship. 

I told him about the rumors. Everything, and what came after that. That thing that I couldn't forget in the slightest. That moment when...I don't think I need to explain myself in that. 

For a long moment, there was silence. He seemed to be deep in thought, as if he was analizing every little detail from what I'd said, but it didn't stop me from feeling really nervous. I started to feel like telling my story to Jonah was a completely bad idea, but then he opened his mouth. 

- You know, I noticed something tonight. There comes the reason I did what I did. – He said.

- What is that? – I asked.

- When we were dancing, you kept looking at each other, right? – I just nodded. I hadn't told him anything about that part, but somehow, he knew.

- Yeah. He's all mad because he can't control me around anymore. That's why I said I'm pretty sure I was the only one who thought we were friends. He just needed me to clean the house, and do all the chores for him, and now that I'm not doing shit, he-

- No. It's not like that. If it was like that It'll be different. He can easily kick you out and get a new roommate, right? – He interrupted me. That made me think, but I denied with my head.

- No. I mean, yes. I guess I'm not the only roommate available. But he's just like that. He loves to see me suffer like that.

- You've got it wrong, Felix. He wasn't looking at you because he's mad you're not cleaning. – He stopped, but since I wasn't answering, he kept going. – If it was like that, why would he be looking at me like he wanted to murder me? 

...What?

- No. That's impossible. He wouldn't give a shit about you. You probably thought he was looking at you because I was standing in front of you.