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Beautiful Misery BxB by Ruby_Gloom
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"Watch out!" some jock guy ran up to me, catching a football before it hit me in the face. He leered down at me. "Saved you. Guess you owe me a date, huh cutie?" I couldn't help it, I laughed right in his face. "You don't want to date me." I chuckled. "It's cool, I think the whole goth thing is hot on the right girl. And that British accent's a real turn on." he winked and Topher and Blair joined my laughter this go round. "What are you doing hanging out with these losers? Come on join me and my friends over there." He began dragging me away but I managed to slip away. "I'm warning you, now, man, you don't wanna mess with me. I'm reeeeally not your type." "I'd like for you to be." he ducked in and freaking kissed me. "DUDE!" I growled, wiping my mouth. Too freaking nasty, I had jock germs all over my mouth now. "You know what?! I was trying to be nice and save you the humiliation, but fuck it, you wanna go this route?! I'M A GUY!" I yelled.
All My Fault... (BxB) by Ruby_Gloom
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“Hey faggot!” I winced at the sound of the one and only star quarter back. He wasn't wrong, I was gay, but that word was just so offensive. I hated that I came out, hated the fact more than you could ever guess. It had cost me all but three of my friends, most of my freedom and every second that had been left of my childhood. When I loudly and discourteously turned down the prettiest girl in the whole school she screamed at me “what, are you gay?!” to which I decided to truthfully reply “yeah, got a problem with that?!” At the time I felt triumphant, giddy even and shouted at the top of my lungs 'I'm gay!' it had felt so good...but it wasn't worth the price I had to pay...not a week later I went from one of the top five popular guys to having three friends, had the shit beaten out of me at least once a week and went from relatively care-free to being the man of the house, a mom when mom couldn't be there, the cook the cleaner and the surrogate father three days later after I killed my father. I may have not been holding a smoking gun or bloody knife, but it was my fault he died all the same, even if the cops didn't see it.