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

18. COCKY

"At least he didn't punch you out." Timothy said.

"And that is why I keep telling you that this whole not eating meat thing is ridiculous,"

Timothy attempted to walk away but I pulled him back.

"Why are you so mad at me? You're acting like I scarred him for life."

"He's at home right now because he can barely see with his right eye and his headaches are driving him crazy."

Boohoo.

"I know you don't think that matters but you can't just beat people up and think it's okay."

No, but slashing someones tires is fine.

I was still holding Timothy's arm and as I looked at his face I could see the worry in his eyes. That, and his endless love for Charlie.

I realized that this wasn't about my pride or ego. I didn't want to be the reason he felt bad. Even if his boyfriend had it coming. T had nothing to do with it.

I sighed. "Fine. I'm sorry."

T almost looked at me like I'd lost my mind, that's how shocked he was to hear me say it.

"You're sorry?"

"Yes. Is it that hard to believe?"

"Yes." Timothy simply answered.

"I went too far. I probably knocked his last brain cell out and now he probably won't ever graduate. But hey, at least he can stay where the fifteen year olds are."

"That's not funny." T said as he averted his gaze. He was lying, I could see a small smile on his lips.

I made him smile. I made him happy. Maybe not as happy as the leech he was dating but.. maybe in time..

Maybe in time, what? We'd get married and go live on a graveyard somewhere? God, I was so whipped. By a fucking guy. Kill me!

"So you like me again, right?" I asked.

"Did I ever say I like you?" T cocked his head.

"Shut up, loser." I pushed him softly and he giggled again. He'd have to stop soon or I could not be held responsible for what I might do.

"You think you could apologize to the one who's sick at home?" T asked.

"No."

"You said you were sorry."

"I am but he doesn't need to know that!" It wasn't like I felt sorry for him!

"Doesn't sound like you mean it, then." Timothy crossed his arms.

The bell rang and Timothy picked up his bag. "I gotta go."

"Fine. I'll apologize."

What the hell was wrong with me?

"Okay." Timothy said.

"What, aren't you proud?"

"Maybe when I see it." He walked out of the room.

When had the tables turned like this? Now all of a sudden it mattered how he felt about things and I was trying to impress him. This was getting sad now.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled to myself.

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After school, Dave had dropped me off at my place because obviously I couldn't tell him I wanted to go to the weird emo gay all my friends hated.

So, I rode my tiny, rusty old bike from when I was ten to T's house. I already felt sufficiently humiliated without anyone commenting but when I turned up at T's place, I noticed Timothy, his dad and his vampire boyfriend were all collected in the front yard, barbecuing.