Failing Triangle (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 6

Tom pov

I honestly didn't know how long I could keep up the silent treatment. It wasn't right for me to practically ignore Donny over a nightmare. Hell, it wasn't just the nightmare, it was the thought that I had about him earlier. I shouldn't think about my best friend like that, I shouldn't think like that about any guy!

We stopped at Sheetz. I got a large coffee and Donny got a Mountain Dew and a bag of chips. He didn't try talking to me, he probably knew it wasn't a good idea. I felt bad, I knew I was probably hurting him, but honestly I thought it would was good for him. If he was in love with me he should know that the only feelings that I have for him are friend feelings.

We left Sheetz after five minutes and got to school before they let us in. I walked in first period and sat at my desk. I watched as Donny went around and asked people about what happened in Macbeth. I didn't care about it really. Britney and her friends walked into the room, laughing about some inside joke. I wanted to ask Michael a few questions.

I grabbed his arm and yanked him out the room.

"Careful, Tom. Yanking me like that makes me think of a few things." He winked at me.

Hopefully he was joking. Michael was one of Britney's close friends. He was gay and dating the only other guy in her friend circle.

"Shut up. I wanted to ask you a few things." I said, rolling my eyes.

His eyes glowed of curiosity, and I wondered what he was thinking. Probably something dirty.

"Oh do ask away. I would love to know what goes on in that little cute head of yours." He pointed at my forehead.

I rolled my eyes again. "What was it like for you to figure out you were gay?" I asked.

"Oooooooo, are you coming out to me?" He teased.

"No, I'm just asking." I said.

He thought for a moment. "Well, I always knew I was gay. The way I grew up I was always watching movies with guys thinking how attracted they looked, how good their arms would feel around me. Well, you catch my drift." He said.

"What about girls? How did you feel about them?" I asked.

"You know, you always hear about girls and guys getting together and you grow up thinking that that's what you have to do to blend into society. By the time middle school came around I knew I was attracted to guys but I didn't want anyone to know because you know bullying and all that shit so I dated a few girls, thinking and forcing myself to like that them, but I knew I didn't. It just didn't feel right to me." He said.

I could see the pain in his eyes. He was probably remembering that painful part in his life. I wanted to stop with the questions, but I had one more that I wanted to know.

"What was it like for you to come out?" I asked.

He seemed surprised by the question. He probably didn't think I would've ask something like that. "Honestly, at first I told my closest friends that I was bi-sexual. I didn't want them to turn against me, but a few of them did, which sucked really bad. By the time we came to high school in freshman year, I decided to come out as a fully gay guy. My whole freshman year sucked because I would have homophobic seniors and juniors make rude comments everyday. Things got better after awhile. Gay marriage was passed and some people began to be more accepting. When it came time to tell family I decided to tell my aunt because she was very accepting. Then my sisters found out, and that was hell. They blamed themselves for my homosexuality, but they learned to get over it. Then it came time to tell my mom, and let's just say I was in therapy for two months." He let a small pity laugh.

Ohgod, I didn't think it was like that. He always seemed so happy, and full of himself that I didn't know he hid away so much pain.

I saw a tear leak out, and he did a pity laugh again. "Oh hey, look at that... Can you tell Mrs. Shelton that I needed a moment to myself?" He asked and walked into the bathroom.

I felt bad I made him relive those moments. I didn't think it would anything like that. I walked back into the room with his friends eyeing me questionly.

"Where's Michael?" Lawrence, Michael's boyfriend, asked. He seemed worried.

"He, uh, needed a moment to himself." I said.

Britney gave me the same worried look that Lawrence gave me. I wanted to hug her, I wanted to hold her and never let her go. But I couldn't, I didn't know how she felt about me.  Hopefully when I give her her presents she'll at least talk to me more.

A boy could only hope.

Class started and Michael came in after five minutes. I watched as he took his seat. He glanced at me and smiled. His eyes were a little red and glossy, he must've been crying.

I didn't mean for him to cry.

English was boring, same as always. We watched the scenes that we were supposed to read. I didn't pay attention though. I was too busy glancing between Britney and Donny. Donny didn't say anything the entire class, and Britney and her friends were focused on Michael. I saw Lawrence shoot me a few dirty looks, and Taylor, Britney's other close friend, kept nudging Lawrence whispering 'Stop'.

Great, I can't get back with Britney if her friends hated me. I didn't want them to hate me, but hell, I hated myself right now. I was ignoring my best friend because of a nightmare. I made a guy cry by asking him questions. What will I do next?

Kick a puppy? Beat a clown with his own giant shoe?

Okay that last one wouldn't be so bad. I mean come on, they're creepy as hell!

I walked out a first period but someone stopped me, someone being Britney.

I felt my heart began to pick up pace, my hands grew sweaty, and I was breathing heavy. Ohgod, Ohgod, Ohgod.

"Hey." She smiled.

"Hey." I said.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Why, do I seem like I'm not?" I asked, avoiding her eyes.

"Well, Michael told us what you guys talked about. I wanted to know how come you were asking all those questions." She said as she followed me to my locker.

"I, uh, wanted to know. I was watching a show called Shameless, and it has a gay couple on it. I didn't mean to make him cry or anything." The first part was a lie, but the end was the truth. I didn't mean too.

"Oh no, I know you wouldn't mean to do it. I just think you should talk to Michael." She said. The minute bell rang and she sighed. "I'll text you later? Okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, awesome." I said and she left.

Shit, there goes butterflies in my stomach. She talked to me,  she really talked to me. I went to second period with a huge smile on my face.