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

51. CONSCIENCE

"Come on."

"Seriously! You're genuine. Something others can only imitate."

T thought for a moment. "They're gonna boo me off the stage."

"No way." I shook my head. "And if they wanna try I'll end them." I shrugged.

"That's sweet. But-"

"Tell you what? If you sing at the winter formal, I'll go." I smirked.

Timothy sighed. "You promise you'd tell me if it sounded like crap?"

"You know me. I tell you you suck or look ridiculous regularly."

Timothy laughed and pushed a pillow into my face.

I flung it across the room.

"Fine. Just know that I'm only singing for you." Timothy kissed my cheek and lay back down.

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I was in Math class and did what most people did during it, texting. I was texting Timothy of course. Who else was even remotely interesting to me anymore?

T: cant focus bc of u .-.

You: are you saying im distracting u

T: .__. wht do u think

You: nah distracting u is dragging u into a closet

You: speaking of which...

T: NO

T: BAD JOSH

You: wht am i? a dog?

T: a horndog~

You: pff

You: meet me in the closet :)

T: no

You: pleaseee

T: NO

You: ill be good. i wont fuck u

T: promise?

You: i swear

T: ok. see u in 5

You: see u

I tapped my foot impatiently and stared at the clock. Come on! Math sucks, what do you even need it for? It's called a calculator. Come on! Get me out of here!

"Are you on steroids?" Claire, who was sitting behind me asked.

"No?"

"Are you sure? You're acting like it." She pointed at my foot.

I stopped tapping. "I just wanna get out of here."

The bell finally rang and I almost ran out of class.

"Joshua! At least wait till I've assigned your homework!" My teacher yelled after me.

I didn't give a flying fuck. I had to get to Timothy. I would just text Claire about the homework or something. Who fucking cares?

I ran into the hall and straight into the janitor's closet. But it was still empty.

"Fuck!"

I texted T.

You: where ru

You: get in here

He didn't answer. And five minutes later still nothing.