𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌; 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧

➝ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ

⊰ 𝙽𝚘𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅 ⊱

i seriously cannot believe this boy has a vibrator. 
a sex toy.
a literal sex toy.
i mean, theres nothing wrong with the fact that he has one i'm just really surprised.
i didn't think he wanted sex that badly..
i am in no place to judge, i've never use one and i have no reason to judge him anyway.
after all, being judgmental over things that have nothing to do with me is wrong.
but i do know i wanna ask him about it.
i know its not my business but i feel so guilty for going through his things.
i know i shouldn't have, and i wouldn't have saw it if i didn't act so nosey.
i just don't want him to get mad at me.
i mean, he did leave it in his bag. where he left his water bottle. ya know, the one i needed.
that still doesn't give me the okay to snoop!
ugh.
i'm a horrible human.
what am i gonna do? i was just getting him to unhate me!
unhate, not like.
wait a damn minute-
not me caring about what this little eboy freak thinks of me.
since when am i caring about him?
thats weird.
real weird.
but i'll never do it again. 
das nasty. ima go throw up-
besides i'm too busy worrying about insecurities and anxiety to even TRY to give a shit about him.
like yeah, he's cute.
kinda.
but i'm not here to focus on some asshole who's probably gonna break my heart.
...
OH MA GAWD, WHAT IS DAT?-
feelings...-
OH MA GAWD, WHAT IS DAAAAT-
gross. nasty. bleh. disgusting. preposterous. horrible. terrible. this is bad on donald trump levels-
there is NO WAY i have feelings for that thing, let alone sympathy.
well i know i don't love him.
he's mean. and weird. and extremely overly flirtatious-
maybe thats the problem.
he's needs to stop flirting with me.
what if this is his way of getting to me? flirting and acting like he's interested so he can just leave and tear me down? 
thats just it.
and don't you try to tell me no, he's a bad person.
i'm not falling for him, i refuse to. 
even if he tries to get with me, i'm not with it. at. all.
but right now, i have to handle a few things.
i was sitting on my bed in silence just staring at the four walls when the door to the room opened.
chase walked in and threw his bag on the floor, flopping down on his bed face first.
"i hate it here. i really fucking hate it it here." he said.
"me too. but eventually it'll be okay." i said.
"no noen, it won't. this is my third detention this week for just trying to tell somebody something. i'm sick  of it here, i just wanna go home and see my sister." chase said. 
"chase we have to make the best of it. at least you have your friends?" i said, trying to make the situation better.
"you don't understand noen, its not just being here. its my life in general. my parents sent me here so i could 'fix my issues.' tearing me away from the person i love the most isn't gonna fix them. forcing me to go three years without my loved ones, and the freedom of the world isn't going to fix them. these fucking detentions, and punishments are not going to fix them. they don't realize that this bullshit doesn't make me feel loved! i want to go home. i want to just break out of here and run away. i'm leaving, and when i go i'm taking anthony and my sister." he said.
"you know what chase? i don't understand your personal problems. but i do understand how bad you want to leave. my parents put me in here because i'm gay. i'm in a reformatory school because of my sexuality! you know what, no chase you don't understand. you don't understand that the world doesn't surround you. your too fucking full off yourself to give a shit about anyone other then anthony! i'm sorry. i'm sorry all you can do is complain. you don't know how fucking bad i wish i was home right now, but i don't complain about it all day. but no, your too much of an egotistical son of a bitch to give a fuck about anybody but yourself. you don't realize it, but your a narcissist. you are so narcissistic, and disrespectful that nobody can fucking stand you. but we deal with you because we have to." i said.
he went silent.
"how does the truth feel?" i said, getting up and walking into the bathroom. 
i set up the shower and walked out, heading to the closet before i noticed something-
chase was- crying?
he sat on his bed against the wall with knees to his chest, wiping his face with his sleeves.
"chase?" i asked.
"no. your right. i don't realize any of this because i'm such a little bitch. i'm sorry." he said.
my heart dropped.
i quickly sat down next to him and pulled him into my arms.
"chase please don't cry, i'm so sorry." i said. 
he pushed me away and sat back a bit more, shaking his head.
"i don't need your sympathy." he said. 
still an asshole, even when he's in tears.
"you know what? fuck you. i try to be nice, and this is what i get. just know i'm not sorry, and you can cry yourself to fucking sleep." i said, getting up and grabbing my clothes from the closet and heading back to the bathroom.
narcissistic and disrespectful.
i can't believe i have to spend three fucking years in this room with him.