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

48. SWEATER

"I can't carry you all day."

"It's okay. I'll just get Allie and Blade to look out for me." T smirked.

I almost rolled my eyes hearing Blade's name. "You're still hanging out with that guy?"

"Yeah. He's my friend." Timothy chuckled lightly. His nose and cheeks were red from the cold. I pulled his hat further down so it covered his eyes, making him chuckle.

"I don't like him." I said.

"I can tell." T pushed the hat back. "Why not?" He asked.

"He likes you."

T laughed. "Blade? He doesn't. Trust me."

"Something tells me you wouldn't know if someone liked you cause you have serious tunnel vision. It's obvious, Timothy."

"I don't even know if he's gay. He seems pretty straight to me."

"Did Fangs seem straight to you?"

Timothy sighed and looked away. "I don't know why you always bring him up."

"Is that a problem? You're still talking to him, right?"

Timothy looked confused for a moment. "Sometimes." He shrugged.

He studied my face. "As friends, Josh."

"Okay, well how would you feel if I was friends with an ex?"

T shrugged again. "Fine. I wouldn't mind. If you're just friends then it shouldn't matter."

"That's easy for you to say."

"Why are you getting so upset?" Timothy grabbed my arm. He looked me deep in the eyes. I could never stand my ground when he gave me that look.

"Are you insecure or something?" He didn't say it in a judgmental way. In fact, he spoke those words in the most honest, gentle way but I still felt the need to defend myself.

"No." I said firmly.

"Josh, I don't like Charlie anymore. And Blade is just a friend. Promise." T said, his eyes urgent.

"I'll stop talking to Charlie if that's what you want."

I looked away. I felt embarrassed.

Stop seeing right through me.

Timothy kissed my cheek and wrapped his arms around me. "I'm wearing your sweater, remember?"

That made me smile and soon I couldn't be angry anymore.

✪

"Yo," I said to my friends as I walked into the English classroom.

"Sup." Some of them answered.

"Dude, where've you been? You missed like two periods."

I shrugged.

Can't exactly say fucking my boyfriend and whining at him and still keep my rep up, you know?

Timothy came in exactly then, two minutes after me, like we'd discussed.

His eyes inevitably shot toward me the moment he came in. He had the tiniest little smirk on his mouth.

I was smiling back. I didn't even realize. And my eyes followed him to the back of the class.

"Uh, overslept." I mumbled absently.

"Sure man. Whatever." Dave smacked my shoulder, taking me right back to reality.

I met his gaze. His eyes looked suspicious, inquisitive.

"What are you smiling about?" Dave chuckled.

"Uh- nothing. Nothing, man."

"It's a girl isn't it?" Dave smirked.

I looked away cause there was no right answer here.

The truth, being with a guy: Gay. The lie, being single: Gayer.

And well, if I made up a fictional girl things would only get messier. At last I settled on:

"Maybe. Maybe not." I smirked and shrugged, eliciting an interested 'Oooh' from my friends.

I glanced at Timothy and he looked extremely amused. He was almost laughing. That little...

I tried to hide my smile.

"Isn't that your sweater?" Dave asked, wiping the smile right off my face.

The blood drained from my face. "What?" I asked panicked.

"The one that emo's wearing. That's your sweater."

There was a short moment where my friends all gave me confused looks. Some of them even looked disgusted.

"Dude, what are you talking about? It's the same one but it's not mine. Do you think I'd let him wear my shit? Come on." I scoffed.

Most of the guys agreed mindlessly. Dave kept staring at me and then back at Timothy but he said nothing.

Finally Mr. Hammock came in. I sighed of relief.

"Yes! I am back again!" He announced as if anyone would be glad to see him. Most of us groaned.

"I am back to teach you about true art once more! The English tongue!" He declared theatrically.

I frowned.

"More like the gay tongue." Taylor said. All my friends laughed. So did I but not because it was actually funny.

Hammock gave us group assignments and I was with my crew sadly enough.

When class was over I wanted to get out of the classroom as soon as possible. As did T apparently. But when he walked by, Dave slammed his books to the floor.

It made my heart sink. I wanted to help him so bad and to yell at Dave but I knew I couldn't do anything.

Coward.

I followed after Dave and my friends.

I was beating myself up. I felt like a terrible boyfriend just letting people treat him this way.

Dammit, I love him. I don't want this!

"Interesting that that's his own sweater. Cause it smelled like you." Dave murmured. No one else heard.

"So what?" I growled. "We stay at the same house! Our clothes are bound to smell similar. What the fuck do you care anyway?! Get off my back!" I pushed Dave into the lockers and left. When I was out of sight I went back to the classroom to help Timothy but the room was empty.