On My Own

On My Own

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What can I say, my name is Liam. For the most part my life is great. I love it really. I just have one hiccup, I'm in love with my best friend. Not only does he not know but I believe he is straight as well. I'm out, to my family, to him, to the whole school, but I've never had a boyfriend because I've been in love with him since we were kids. Everyone can tell, but he doesn't seem to catch on. I plan on telling him though, but because I am a very dramatic person, I'm doing it in a way that hopefully won't make a complete fool of myself. I'm Dean, I've been hiding a secret from someone close to me. My best friend. We tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. I don't know what to do, because I have a reputation to keep up, I have the "Bad Girl" girlfriend because I'm the "Bad Boy" of the school, I have low grades but really I'm smart. People don't mess with me because of how I act, so if it comes out that I love my best friend my reputation will be ruined.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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