[BoyxBoy] ✓ I Fell In Love With An Emo Boy

13. PULP

Dave shoved his notebook towards me.

We'll get him after school. There's no way he'll tell. Now r  u in or out? Homo or not?

My heart pounded with anxiety. The last thing I wanted was for Timothy to get beat up. To have to participate in that, even worse. But saying no would result to everyone ganging up on me instead and saying I was something that I one hundred percent wasn't! The thought of everyone calling me that made me so disgusted. I had no other option.

I'm in.

Dave smirked at me and slapped my back.

I looked at Timothy, fear in my heart.

After class I waited to be alone with him. He was usually the last to leave anyway.

"You coming?" Dave asked.

"Yeah, just going to take a leak."

Dave nodded and left the class with the guys. Even Mr. Hammock had rushed outside to go meet his girlfriend at the teacher's lounge.

I closed the door right before T could get out.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"You have to get out of here."

"I'm trying to, actually." He attempted to walk past me but I pushed him into the wall.

"Would you just shut up and listen for a moment?"

Timothy finally kept his mouth shut.

"They're gonna gang up on you."

"Who?"

"Who do you fucking think? They're gonna beat you up and it sounds like they've got a lot of built up anger. Go tell the nurse you're sick and go home."

Timothy only looked a little alarmed. "Or we could just tell a teacher."

"No. I'm not ratting them out like that. And if you say something no one will believe you."

Timothy thought about that for a moment. He shook his head. "I'm not scared of them. And I can't avoid them forever so," He moved to the door.

I dragged him back. "How are you so cool about this?! They were talking about blood! Not just pushing you around a little!"

Timothy just shrugged. How could he not care that he was about to be hurt so severely?

"You can't control everything." He simply said.

"I can get them to stop! Just, please! Make sure you're not here today. I promise they won't come after you. Think about how your dad would feel if you were in the hospital! Think about Charlie!"

Timothy looked deep into my eyes. He seemed confused. He was probably wondering why I cared so much especially after ignoring him all week.

The idea of seeing him hurt was unbearable.

"Okay." Timothy agreed. He looked at me funny.

I sighed of relief and touched his neck. I felt his heart race against my finger.

"Your heart's racing."

"Because you're acting so weird." Timothy whispered. He still didn't move away, though.

I could kiss him. I really, really wanted to. And there was no reason not to. So what if it was gay? No one would know.

"I'm only trying to stop you from getting killed."

"Because?"

I sighed and pulled away. Timothy clasped his hands together.

"Why do you always need to know the reason behind everything?" I asked.