Odd Ones Out (MINICAT)

♡Chapter twenty-five♡

Craig's POV

*two months later*

First semester ended about two weeks ago meaning that we were now into our second. What sucks is that Tyler and I only have one class together, which is music. It kinda surprised me that he took this class cause he didn't seem like the type of person who would take that class but hey, not my place to judge.

Music was fourth period, which was nice because then Tyler and I wouldn't have to search for each other to go home together.

The music teacher Mrs. Brown was really laid back and nice. She always let Tyler stay after school to practice his guitar skills. Sometimes I would stay as well, just to watch and chat with the two of them. She knew there were things going on between Tyler and I but didn't seem to care, which was nice because everyone else did.

What really sucked about this semester was we got a new principal, which is making us wear uniforms. Which is something I don't understand because one, we aren't a private school and two, it's fucking stupid and uncomfortable.

Flashback

"I look like shit." I complain as I look at myself in the mirror. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad." Tyler says from the other side of the door. I made him change out in the living room because I felt super self conscious about this new uniform. It was black with red lining, which were the school colors.

I brush some dust off the uniform and blow some hair out of my face before sighing. "Can I come in now?" Tyler asks. I roll my eyes. "Yes." I reply. The door then opens to reveal Tyler wearing his uniform and I swear to god I almost fell.

My eyes widen as does his. I could have swore he started drooling ever so slightly as he looked me up and down then met my eyes.

He smirked and walked over to me. I look up at him once he's in front of me and smile. He places his hands firmly on my hips and pulls me closer to him causing me to yelp in surprise. I rest my hands on his chest and giggle. "You look like a fucking god." He whispers making me blush and hit his chest lightly. He chuckles well taking one of his hands off my hips and lifts my chin so I had to look him in the eyes. He leans down and kisses me making me moan.

He pushes me back until I fall onto the bed, he crawls on top of me and starts unbuttoning the jacket part of the uniform. I lightly push on his shoulders causing him to pull back from the kiss and look at me. "We'll be late for our first day. That won't be a good first impression." He rolls his eyes and gets off me. He holds his hand for me, I grab it as he pulls me up on my feet. I button the jacket back up and walk out of the room with Tyler following close behind.

End of flashback

Tyler was miserable the whole day, which I found funny because he was only sad cause I didn't let him fuck me.

Mrs. Brown was only 22 years old, which surprised both Tyler and I.

"Have a good rest of your weekend! See you all on Monday!" She yells as school ends. I smile and get up, swinging my bag onto my shoulder as I begin walking out of the classroom.

Tyler and I would always meet back up at the music room at exactly 2:50, ten minutes after school ends so no one would see us together.

Though today I didn't feel like going, I had already told Tyler and he said it was fine and that on his way home he would stop by starbucks and get frappes for us, which made me happy.

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The clouds were rolling in quick, meaning there was a storm coming. I sigh as I start walking faster.

"Hey look! It's the fag!" A oh so familiar voices yells from behind me. I turn around and feel my eyes widen as I grip my bag tighter. He grins and walks over to me, I tried my hardest to stay still and not show any signs of fear but failed as I began to shake slightly.

"What do you want?" I ask harshly. He grins and gets all up in my face. "I know about you and Tyler." He whispers before walking away.

My eyes shot open, my jaw dropped as I watch him walk away from me.

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I was scared, sad, upset, and very, very angry. How did he find out? Tyler and I have been very careful around every single person, Marcel even moved schools after what happened two months ago so how the fuck does he know?!

I groan loudly as I pace in the kitchen, pulling at my hair as my stress levels rise within me.

I soon stop pacing and lean back against the counter top, gripping it tightly as I looked down at the tiled floor.

"Baby I'm home and I brought Starbuc-" He cut himself off as he looked at me, I never took my glance away from the floor. I begin noticing the slight details of it, the way the tiles had that soft sparkle to them. Never have I noticed this before until now.

"Craig? Babe what's wrong?" Tyler asks as he slowly walks into the apartment and closes the door. I soon come back to reality and remember what happened. I feel my fists ball up as I begin pacing again.

"Mother FUCKER!" I yell as I punch the wall, creating a hole. I groan out in pain as Tyler sets down the drinks and comes over to me quickly. He grabs my wrists making me stop and look up to him. "Calm down!" He shouts. I shake my head violently and try to pull my hands out of his grasp but he only tightens his grip. I keep trying and stepping away from him, I don't know what to do, I'm so scared.

I know I shouldn't be scared, everyone already knows I'm gay but they don't know about Tyler. I would hate for him to feel like this, be treated like this. He's a good guy who has a future unlike me who doesn't. I want him to succeed in life, if Marcel tells everyone his life will be over. And I wouldn't be able to live with that because it's basically my fault.

"Craig calm the hell down!" Tyler shouts. I finally give up and unknowingly let out a sob.

I felt my body almost give out from under me causing me to stumble backwards until I hit the counter. I slide down against in until I plumped to the floor. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged myself, rocking back and forth. I knew Tyler was watching my every move but I didn't care. He's probably going to break up with me over this! Holy fuck...

Tyler sits down beside me but I make no effort to look at him. "Craig, look at me. Please." He asks. I only sob in response. I want to tell him, I really do! It's just, I'm scared that he'll leave me.

"Craig talk to me." He says, his voice so soft. I bring my head up and look at him, he was a blur though as the tears in my eyes took up most of my vision. He uses his thumb and wipes away a few tears that fell down my cheeks but keeps his hand there once done. "What's wrong?" He asks.

"Marcel knows."