Odd Ones Out (MINICAT)

♡Chapter twelve♡

Craig's POV (only posting this because I'm scared I may get grounded for some unknown reason. Also because this one is PRETTY COOL AND YOU'LL LOVE THE END;) Also I have like, 34 chapters already written I just post them every other day so I don't feel pressured to write and shit, so yeah:)

I walk through the front doors of the school a little later then I usually would. It was around 8 and school started in 20 minutes. So it was quite busy.

I spot Jonathan and Brock talking with each other so I make my way over to them. Jonathan sees me first and narrows his eyes at me, I knew exactly why.

"Excuse me Brock I have something to talk to Craig here about." Jonathan says. Brock cocks his eyebrow but sighs and walks away.

"Why was Tyler at your place yesterday?" He asks. I shush him and grab his wrist, leading him somewhere where there weren't so many people. And just to my luck when we turn the corner Tyler is standing right there talking about Evan.

My eyes widen a bit when Tyler meets my glance. Evan turns around and smiles once he sees Jonathan, the fuck?

Just then the bell rings as students run to their classes, but the four of us don't do shit.

When the halls are cleared Evan and Tyler walk over to us. Tyler smiles at me as I smile back, blushing and everything. "You're cute when you blush." Tyler smirks. "Fuck you." I snap back. He chuckles. "What the hell is going on with you two?" Jonathan asks as he looks between Tyler and I. "We may or may not be together." Tyler says quietly. "WHAT?!" Jonathan yells. We all shush him loudly as he widens his eyes. "How long?" He asks. Tyler looks to me and shrugs. "A week." I answer.

"Hey! Get to class!" A teacher yells from one of the classrooms. We look to each other and run off to our home rooms.

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*time skip two weeks*

"Here." Tyler says as he hands me my Vanilla frappe and sits down beside me on the bench. I thank him and take a sip and bring my legs up and rest them in Tyler's lap. He chuckles and places his hand on my ankle and takes a sip from his frappe.

It was the start of spring, meaning it was getting nicer out. Tyler and I just finished the English project so to celebrate we got Starbucks, or more so I begged him and he gave in.

Tyler and I have gotten closer as a couple, he spends most nights at my place as he doesn't like being at his house. He says he doesn't feel safe and he would much rather cuddle with me all night then have the stress of knowing his father could come in at any possible moment and hit him. Which I completely understand, plus I like having Tyler over all the time, makes it so I'm not so lonely anymore.

"You know how much of a risk we're taking right now by being here?" Tyler asks. I hum and look over to him. "We're sitting on a bench on a path that
Leads into a forest. We're fine Ty." I reply well taking another sip of my drink, Tyler doing the same. "Whatever." I roll my eyes playfully and move closer to him and lean my head on his shoulder. He chuckles and leans his head on mine making me smile.

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"You never told me your favorite color, what is it?" Tyler asks as he falls back into the couch. I chuckle and lock the door before making my way over to him and sitting beside him. "Orange, you?" I cock my eyebrow at him. "Pink." I snort and lean into him. "What?" He asks. "Should have seen that coming." I say. Tyler laughs and lays down.

"You know you basically live here now." I giggle as he looks to me. "I wish, it's so homey here." I blush and get up, going into the kitchen to start preparing dinner. "I need to get more things to make this place look better. It looks so blank." I say. Tyler gets up from the couch and comes over to me and wraps his arms around my waist. "We should get our own apartment together." He says in my ear. I choke on my spit and look back to him. "Tyler, we've been together for less then a month, calm down." He rolls his eyes and let's go of me. "I'm only joking Craig, do you need any help?" I giggle and nod. "Go into the fridge and grab the butter and milk." He does what I ask and brings it to me. I smile at him and peck his lips before going back to cooking dinner.

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"Craig, my dad wants me home tonight, I'll see you at school tomorrow!" Tyler yells from somewhere in the apartment. I was showering at the moment so I couldn't do much. "Okay! See you tomorrow!" I hear him open and close the door, leaving me alone in my home once again.

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Tyler's POV

"Father I'm home!" I shout throughout the house well closing the door and kicking off my shoes. "Boy get your ass down here right fucking now!" My father shouts from the basement. I roll my eyes, preparing for the worst as I make my way down the stairs.

I spot my father in his chair like always watching tv. "What did you need me for?" I ask. He frowns and turns to me. "I heard you have been talking to a gay boy, what have I told you about those people?" He says. I feel my hands ball up into fists and grit my teeth together. "We were doing a project together, that's it." I say back. He gets up and looks to me. "Where have you been staying these past few weeks?" My eyes go wide for a second before returning to their normal size. "Evan's." I lie. He rolls his eyes and grabs something from the coffee table beside his chair. "Don't lie to me Tyler, you've been staying with that gay boy haven't you!?" He yells. "So what if I have?! What's so bad about gay people dad?!" I shout back. He throws his head back and laughs. "Because they like the same gender! It's disgusting!" He yells. I feel myself growing more angry with every second that goes by.

"I will NOT let my son be gay." He whispers. I cock my eyebrow at him but that's when he throws himself at me. Just as I was about to punch him something stabs into my side causing me to groan loudly. He takes whatever he stabbed me with out and runs out of the basement and out the front door.

I bring my hands to my side and press hard on it, hissing at the amount of pain.

I need to call someone, anyone.

I grab my phone from my coat pocket and unlock it, clicking on the first contact there was and shakly bringing the phone to my ear.

It rings a few times before they pick up.

"Hello?

"Fifty five fifth ave, n-now."

"Tyler what's going on?"

"I was just stabbed."