As John is finding his yet bisexuality, Charles comes along needing for some help of guidance looking for good grades. Gradually time passing on, their relationship continues to blossom. Braxton, defines himself as straight and as somewhat okay frie...
At the time of making this chapter thank you all for 87 reads me and Eria are truly grateful of your time spent reading our s***y chapters
Yo, I just removed a part of Braxton's story I highly apologize if you like it. While writing I honestly forgot a part of his personality and backstory and I messed up a part of his backstory. I apologize
I walked out of the door, feeling the breeze pushing on my body. I turn around to see the beautiful autumn leaves falling down to the ground. I started to walk to school while putting up my alter ego to hide my pain. Across the road, I saw Charles. I ran over to him, putting up the fake charming smile I'm used to hiding my true self. "Charlie my man," I say jokingly. I see him shiver and look straight down when I said, Charlie. Weird. Maybe he hates that nickname. Maybe he was molested before his Uncle years ago. Ha like that could of ever happen (Boi! *facepalms*). I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, patting his back. "Bud, wassup! I practically yelled in his ears (That gotta fking hurt). "I'm fine," he said quickly. While walking straight to school, I saw a nasty sight. Great. I can't believe men over are basically cuddling each other at the park on the other side of the street (Possible foreshadowing idk). "Ugh, Charles look at that. Nasty things they are. I can't believe they are doing this in a public part. If I were like one of them, I would've killed myself for being such a failure in humanity. Men are only supposed to like females and vice versa," I laughed (F**k him also I'm not homophobic I must be such a 'great' writer to write s*** about something I love anyways lez continues). "Uh ya," he chuckled looking down at the ground. We chatted a bit but I've noticed Charles seems distracted. I would question why, but I don't think he wants me snooping into his private life. We were at the side of the road till...
*RING* (That was a bell)
F***. We ran like Usain Bolt to the school. Dear Lord doesn't be late.
Just to quickly clarify he's abused by his Father emotionally and physically leading him to cut himself. I forgot a part of his story while making this soooo um maybe in the next chapter, I might include it.
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