Good Boys (BoyXBoy)

8: Caring Is Sharing... Sometimes Not So Much

«I am getting so wrapped up in this story lol, but I can't help it. I feel like a reader instead of the writer but meh, what're'ya gonna do? *shrugs* I like this so much. *clears throat* Ok, now back to he story. Don't forget to vote/comment! Bye!✌

Dedicated to @jack_the_ripper2941. You're an awesome reader that voted & commented. Thanks a ton, hon!
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Isaac

I haven't been sleeping well at all. The baby weighing heavy on my mind keeping me up at night. I also keep having the thought of who my baby's father is constantly running through my mind. Right now i'm sitting in class between Theo and Jackson. Neither has said anything to me and i'd like to keep it that way. Actually Theo had been ignoring me lately while Jackson just gives me looks, but never says anything to me.

Stidaddy:
'Hve u sn mi sourwolf?'

I chuckled lightly and typed a reply.

Me:
'Nope, but try checking the gym. He had an early practice today.'

"You know you really should be paying attention", Theo whispered in my ear startling me making me nearly drop my phone. I scowled at him. "Don't talk to me Theodore", I mumbled reading Stiles' reply. He grabbed my phone trying to take it out of my hands but I held on tight to it. He chuckled, "Still so protective of your things", he cooed. I have him a bored stare.

"Of course", I responded nonchalantly. "How have you been Isaac?", he asked casually. I furrowed my eyebrows together. "What do you want Theo?", I asked. "Why do I have to want something? Can't I have a casual conversation with my ex-boyfriend?", he asked feigning innocence. I scoffed, "Not when you try to rape them after breaking their heart you don't", I hissed.

He raised his hands up in surrender. "I'm so sorry about that by the way. Now can we be friends Isabear?", he responded with a small smirk. I scoffed, "Boy, hell no", I said flipping my imaginary long hair. I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh, Theo's hand on my thigh making me tense. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from yelling profanities at him for touching me. I slapped his hand away but he placed it back on my thigh.

I tried slapping it away but he just squeezed my thigh in a death grip making me wince. "Let. Go.", I demanded through clenched teeth. His stupid smirk just grew larger at my distress. "Why-", he squeezed my thigh even tighter making me whimper in pain lowly. "-would I do that, baby? I like this position, almost as much as I liked having you under me", he whispered leaning into my personal bubble. I leaned away from him, my shoulders bumping into Jackson's as I tried to scoot away from him without him noticing.

I failed miserably because he squeezed my thigh so tight he nearly cut off circulation in my leg before yanking my chair closer to him, placing me at his side and at his mercy. "What do you want from me?", I whispered. I was scared. He's hurting me and I was literally right at Jackson's side and he acts like he hadn't noticed anything amiss. My stomach started to churn as he wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me even closer to him. He licked his lips, "You", he cooed with that got damn smirk on his face.

You. He wants you. He's going to rape you. He's going to hurt your baby. And at the thought of him touching me like that and my baby getting hurt my stomach churned with a vengeance. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and groaned before the bile rose up my throat and out of my mouth spilling out on Theo. He jumped away falling out of his seat, flailing his arms as he went falling to the floor with a thud.

He shrieked in disgust looking down at his now vomit covered clothes. Good baby, protecting your mommy. I paled when his eyes met mine. He scrambled to his feet and pointed an accusing finger at me while glaring at me so hard, it's a wonder I haven't combusted yet from the intensity of it. "You stupid bitch, i'm-", he started but was cut off by Mr. Harrison's voice. "Mr. Raeken, is there a particular reason why you're disrupting my class?", Mr. Harrison asked looking at Theo with distaste.