I Fucking Hate Him

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I FUCKING HATE HIM CHAPTER SEVEN

"TYLER! Come out of there and come and eat your dinner this instant! You've been couped up in there for two days now! You clearly have a problem, so come out and face it, like a man!"

Tyler rolled his eyes as both his balled-up fists hit the mattress of his bed at the same time, with the exact same furious velocity.

"GO AWAY!"

"Tyler, I'm your father and I know everything that is going on, my God, it is all over town and it's all that people are talking about, so what is staying locked up in there going to achieve? Get out of there, so we can talk!"

Tyler wiped his eyes and reluctantly stood up from his bed, knowing that his father would rather become pregnant, before he would actually leave this, as Tyler desperately wanted.

All he hoped...prayed for...yearned for, was that the past two days were a total and utter fucking nightmare, and that he was going to wake up any given moment now...and discover that the whole bloody town wouldn't have finally known that the two star players on the school's soccer team...two of the most popular boys in the entire school...who girls used to squirm over and get wet patches between their legs for, namely Tyler Jackson and Remi Carter, was actually gay...and in love with each other.

Tyler unlocked the door for the first time in nearly forty-eight hours, and turned around, before walking back to, and sat down once more, sulking on his bed. He has tried so phone Remi so many times. The boy's phone was still switched off ever since Friday night, and his WhatsApp account showed that he hadn't been online since then either.

And don't even start talking about Jess! He felt as if he had shot and killed her.

Oh, her phone actually worked and was indeed switched on, but every time he had tried to phone her, she refused to even answer. She had blocked him on WhatsApp as well, so now, there was actually no way of contacting her, apart from going over to her house, and going outside, facing people, was the LAST thing Tyler wanted to do right now.

Just so he could finally say how incredibly sorry he was over this whole fucking mess that happened, and how much he wanted to apologise for totally humiliating her beyond belief at the Drive-In movie night on Friday.

George Jackson, Tyler's father, grimaced slightly as the sheer odours surrounding a typical sixteen-year-old boy, who hasn't showered on two days, who hasn't bothered to change clothes since Friday night, and hasn't bothered to have eaten anything either, blessed his nostrils, before he managed to clear his throat and sat slowly beside his son on his bed.

One look at Tyler, and he could see the boy was absolutely finished. He didn't have many tears left...his face was an utter muddy mess, his eyes were swollen and red, his hair was incredibly dirty and smelly...and the worst of it all was, it didn't seem like Tyler even so much as cared...not even a smidgeon.

"Tyler..."

There was literally no reaction from the boy whatsoever.

"Tyler, come on, Son...we need to talk this over. Come on, just at least look at me, please?"

Tyler shook his head, and completely turned away from his father, and George felt his son's upper body starting to shake violently as he placed his hand on Tyler's shoulder, before a couple of desperate and deeply unhappy shrieks from the back of his throat could be heard as he clearly tried his best to not cry and look week in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Dad..."

George's eyes widened. He knew what was up, but he needed, wanted Tyler to tell him in person.

"Why? Why are you sorry, Tyler? What did you do that was actually so damn wrong?"

Tyler now didn't even try and hide it any longer. The tears were dripping from his eyes faster than a swift waterfall, his cheeks were blowing hot and cold as he tried to contain it, but it was impossible.

"I let you down! I let you and mom down! I'm such a fucking pathetic failure!"

Tyler sunk down his bed, his knees totally giving in, until he was sitting in front of his bed, having slid right off, with his face totally and utterly hidden inside the palms of his hands, and the emotion that was blasting through him was awful to witness.

This was a boy, a healthy, sixteen-year-old boy who loved and adored being outdoors, playing soccer and hanging out with his pals...who had now been reduced to what you saw here...someone who would rather stay in his room for two days straight, than face the wrath of certain people out there.

"Tyler...now you listen to me. There is no way, ever...and I do mean ever, that either myself or your mother would ever think of you as a failure. Okay...perhaps we would have...I don't know...well of course, no parent wants their child to go through hardships in their lives, but you can't help who you are, can you?"

George knelt down, so that he was level with his son, and gently grabbed both of his hands, and carefully, as it not hurt him, took them away from the boy's face. Tyler's eyes were swimming in unshed tears, his chest was heaving so damn fast, it would rival that of a garden mouse...his lips were quivering as he refused to look at his dad.

"Tyler, tell me...do you love this boy? What's his name...Remi, was it? You need to answer me. Do you love him, Tyler?"

Tyler blew out some much-needed air, still not looking at his dad, even an inch, before he gently nodded, before some more sniffs and tears escaped his body.

"How serious are you about him? Tyler, I need to know...I need to try and understand!"

Tyler shook his head and wiped his nose clean of a gargle of pent-up snot that had been couped there, before he leaned his head back towards the mattress.

"Come on, Dad, you don't wanna fucking hear this..."

"LANGUAGE! Tyler...look, I'm the first person who will admit that I don't understand why two men would ever find each other attractive, or even two women for that matter, so what I'm saying is, maybe I'll understand it better, if my own flesh and blood explain it to me. Please, Son. Make me understand. I WANT to understand."

Tyler sighed and finally, finally, he had the sheer guts and nerve to actually look his father in the eye. He coughed once, and pursed his lips, before he slowly started talking...

"Dad, what the hell do you want me to say? I...I love the guy. I can't wait to see him when I get up in the mornings...it's such a damn joy to go to school these days, because I know he's there, and I'm gonna be with him. He makes me smile; he makes me feel more happier than I've ever been! I can't explain it...I just can't...and like now...when we are apart, Dad, I really miss him. I miss him so much that my brain actually hurts. The fact that he's a boy and I'm a boy means nothing. He's..."

Tyler stopped to breathe, before he nodded and wiped some more tears away, this father still intently listening to what his son had to say...

"...he's my everything, Dad..." Tyler croaked out, before he closed his eyes, and softly sobbed once more.

George Jackson reached out and softly placed his hand on his son's shoulder, before he stood up and cleared his throat, admittedly feeling more emotional than what he would have thought, having just heard nothing but the God's honest truth from Tyler himself.

He stood in complete and utter silence for a moment, before he walked across the room towards the door.

"Tyler...?"

Tyler sniffed and groaned inwardly.

"What do you want now, Dad?"

George pursed his lips, very much like Tyler always did, whenever he was irritated or in trouble, before he smiled, and warmly at that.

"What you just described to me...if that isn't love...then I don't know what is."

Tyler's eyes widened to the point, where they started to resemble one of the Power Ranger monsters, staring at George with the most sheer disbelief that you could have possibly imagine...

George snickered and winked at Tyler.

"Yeah...afraid so! And if I were you...I'd fight for the one you love. I wouldn't lock myself up in my room because I was too afraid of what people will say. I know I have been hard on you in the past, saying that appearances were everything but...this isn't something you chose or what you can control, or even change. It's really not, even I know and realise that. So...go and get your guy. I mean that...literally ANYTHING to get you out of this slump!"

George smiled at Tyler once more, before he left the room and softly closed the door.

What the fuck just happened...Tyler wondered as he ran his fingers through his hair in deep thought...and quickly realising that it was not a good idea...

...part of the reason that he had locked himself in here was that he was worried about his parents throwing him out of the house...because the whole fucking town now knew that he and Remi were gay.

He didn't know how long the support from his dad would last...but he was glad that he had it, at least for now. Remi...God damn, he missed the dude really badly.

He picked up his phone, which badly needed a charge by now, and he checked once more...no, Remi still had not been online since Friday. He tried ringing him just to check...it couldn't hurt to just...try, could it? It wasn't even dialling, just going straight to voicemail.

"Remi, where the hell are you..." Tyler whispered, another tear escaping his eye as he did so.

So, help me God...he would never, EVER forgive Sammy for this! NEVER!

He still couldn't get his head around what his supposedly best friend had leaked to him on Friday night, just before the video of himself and Remi kissing had started playing for all and sundry to see...

So now all of a sudden, Sammy has been ridiculously in love with him for years, and he never, ever said anything?

And because Tyler clearly wasn't fucking psychic and because he hadn't noticed Sammy's friendship being way more than what he had deemed it to be...and just because he had started something with Remi...Sammy decided to destroy him. He had destroyed both of them.

His parents might be more understanding than what he would have thought...but Setchfield certainly wouldn't be. This was a very, very conservative town...to put it quite mildly.

Tyler groaned as he thought about going to school on Monday...and no doubt his father would force him to go and face his demons. He didn't even wanna think about how things were going to change, and change they would, now that the entire school knew he and Remi were dating.

And what about Jess? Jesus!

She has always been in his life; he literally couldn't remember a time where she wasn't!

What has he done? Why didn't he just TELL her the fucking truth! He knew how she felt about Remi...he KNEW all of that...and her having to see them kissing on that huge ass screen on Friday night, after Sammy somehow had taken a video of them, and even more bizarrely, managing to swap the movie for said video...having the WHOLE SCHOOL see them making out behind the gymnasium the night of the school dance...

...he honestly did not blame her for not wanting to take his calls. It was the cruellest, most nastiest way to ever find it about all of this.

Sammy.

It was all Sammy.

His supposed best dude friend, ever since they were six years old.

Tyler breathed slowly...in and out...in and out...before he stood up. He looked around his bedroom...my God...even as a kid, this place was never this filthy.

"No matter what anyone says...I ain't giving up on you, Rem. I love and care about you too much to do that..." he whispered, looking directly as his reflection inside his bedroom mirror.

"I hate you, Sammy...I fucking hate him...I'll get him for this...that's a fucking promise..." he hissed, before turning around and starting to tidy the place, the hell up.

**

Monday morning at school...was interesting.

Let's just leave it at that.

From the moment that Tyler had entered the school gates, he received stares, sneers...looks...GOD...

No one wanted to so much as hang with him, no one actually talked to him either. He saw Jordan, Duncan and Sammy standing to one side, casually shooting the shit as they always did before the first school bell rang, but the last thing he wanted to do was join them. He didn't wanna even smell Sammy, never mind chilling with him.

Instead, he looked for either Jess or Remi everywhere he could, but he didn't find either of them. He desperately wanted to make things right with Jess and he hasn't god damn seen Remi in what felt like forever, when in fact, it has only been about three days.

They were already inside of the register classroom, and the teacher was on the verge of telling these bunch of spoiled sixteen-year-old boys and girls to shut the hell up so that the morning could officially start, when the door burst open, and Remi came running into the class.

He was totally out of breath, his chest heaving much like Tyler's did the previous evening. He looked towards the teacher, and he coughed a couple of times.

"Sorry I'm late, Mam!" he managed to get out, before he coughed some more, his eyes fluttering over towards Tyler.

Now, there was an empty seat on both sides of Tyler...first time in history that ever happened...but Remi looked towards the back of the class, where there was another open, and he quickly, and swiftly headed towards that direction. He didn't so much as acknowledge that Tyler was even there.

For Tyler, it literally felt like he was being stabbed with a razor-sharp kitchen knife, but he straightened out his face, and forced himself to pay attention to what the teacher was saying, and nothing else.

"Have we all settled down? Good! Now today, class, I want to talk about something that has recently happened, and something that you all know and are talking about, so there is no reason not to confront it, for what it is. As you know, the Holy Bible, that we have all grown up with, clearly states that there are certain...sins in the world which God Himself finds highly unforgivable, and unworthy of being existent in our society. One of those sins...is homosexuality."

Tyler cringed...this wasn't happening...this COULD NOT be happening...

After some bolstering snickering from the class, and more than one person casting their eyes to both Remi and Tyler, the teacher herself, cleared her throat, adjusted her already frail glasses, and continued...

"Now, as we know, in the chapter of Leviticus eighteen, verse twelve, it clearly and solemnly states that mankind shall NOT...NOT lie with mankind, as with womankind. In plain English, for two...two men...or as we have noticed, in recent events, two boys, for what matter, cannot and SHOULD not show affection of a sexual nature towards the other. In the fact of..."

"You mean homo's can't kiss each other, right?" Sammy said, loud enough to interrupt the teacher and for the entire class to hear.

The whole class was silent as fuck...all of them knew Tyler and Sammy has been friends for yonks...ages in fact...and for him to turn against Tyler, was saying something indeed.

The teacher was uncomfortable as anything, as she sternly looked at Sammy, before she nodded.

"I wouldn't put it those exact terms, Mister Caldwell, but that is the jest of it, yes. I want to remind all of you today, as the principal as asked me to, to make this clear...the school cannot and WILL not tolerate the events that occurred on Friday night from happening again. What you were forced to see on that movie screen...it was beyond despicable and cruel towards nature. So...

"Sorry, Miss. Can I ask a question, or is it just straight people who has that privilege?"

The entire class turned towards Tyler, who had never, ever in his life been this angry...not even remotely so. He stood up, still standing next to his seat, and crossed his arms, looking at his teacher and the rest of his classmates, as defiantly as he could.

The teacher grimaced, before she nodded, her eyes on Tyler directly.

"I suppose you can, Mister Jackson."

Tyler smirked.

"Golly jeepers, thanks...I just wanted to know if all classes were giving this little sermon today or is it just us...since I was one of the sinners who you had to witness kissing another boy."

The teacher swallowed slowly, before she looked like wanting to give an answer, but Tyler was too quick.

"And what about you having an abortion a couple of years back? As far as I know, that is also a huge ass sin."

The teacher dropped the book that she had been reading out of, her notes for the class dropping like sheer flies everywhere you looked, but she was way too shocked to even attempt to pick it up...

...and Tyler wasn't finished there.

"Oh...and wasn't it the principal's own son who did some jail time a couple of years ago for drunk driving? Didn't he kill an old lady in the process too? Did you give him a sermon as well?"

The entire class now was so deathly silent that you could hear a needle falling onto the wooden floor. Tyler uncrossed his arms, and turned towards his classmates, his eyes as red and fiery as the day was long.

"And as for the lot of you...who the hell do you think you are? We've known each other for years...some of you came all the way from Kindergarten with me...but now that you know that I'm fucking DIFFERENT from the rest of you, all that you can give me is hell! Not one of you...not ONE of you came up to me and asked how I fucking am!"

Tyler's eyes faded over towards where Remi was sitting, with the boy looking at him with sad, tired eyes.

He had enough.

Tyler picked up his school backpack and swung it over his shoulder.

"Ya'll know what...screw you. Screw the lot of you. As if you are all fucking angels..." he hissed, before he marched out of the classroom.

Outside, feeling the cold mountain air flirting with his warm cheeks, he stopped, and sunk completely to his knees, taking huge breaths in order to calm himself down.

He was sure he would be suspended for this...but Jesus Christ, he couldn't help himself. He just couldn't stay in there for one more second! No use in going home, his father would just force him to come back and face his fears...Tyler sighed and looked up...

...there was only one person who could help him now.

**

"Coach?"

Coach turned around, and his face softened as he saw Tyler hovering outside his office. He too, knew what was going around the school, as well as across the town. It was him, who had taken the two boys away from the rest of the judging crowd on Friday night, after their secret had been revealed, just to get them the hell out of there.

"Mister Jackson! Get your ass in here."

Tyler did as he was told, before he wiped his eyes and angrily threw his backpack on the floor, before he stood before his Coach, with tears streaming down his eyes.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" the Coach asked the bleeding obvious, his eyes never leaving his star soccer player for even a millisecond.

Tyler nodded, and wiped his eyes, before sighing.

"I couldn't...Coach, you don't understand...they were talking about...Miss Parker was fucking lecturing us about being gay and all that shit...I just had to get out of there...and there wasn't anywhere else who I could go to. No one else understands..."

Coach shook his head and angrily slammed his first against his desk, before standing up and walking towards Tyler, placing a thick arm around the shivering boy's shoulders. He gently hugged the boy to him before he led Tyler towards a chair, across his desk, and gently had him sit down.

"Now you fucking listen to me. I saw this thing coming a mile off."

Tyler looked up at the Coach so fast, he was actually surprised that he didn't get any whiplash to his neck, his eyes wide as saucers.

"What? Why? Wait, are you serious?"

Coach nodded, and sat back down in his own chair, before leaned forward, snaking his fingers together as he looked tenderly at the boy before him.

"Tyler...boy oh boy...what I'm about to tell you...you can't ever...EVER tell another living soul. Do you get me?"

Tyler nodded and frowned at the same time...he has never, in the two and a half years that he has known him, seen the Coach as white as a sheet, as he was now.

"Yeah, of course...but why though? What's happening...Fucking hell, you're not kicking me off the team, are you?" he then asked, suddenly realising that it could deffo be the reason the Coach looked like death warmed up...but the latter man shook his head.

"NO! Not at all! Principal Metcalfe should just TRY that shit with me, and he can find himself another coach to deal with you lot...no...What I actually meant, was that...I know exactly how you feel. Tyler...I was there myself. Years ago...I was once...you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Tyler backed way slightly in his chair, before his eyes said it all...was the Coach saying...surely not...he's married and everything! It can't be!

Coach smiled, before he giggled...

"Oh, I can see what's going through that paranoid little head of yours...yes, I'm married. Yes, I'm married to a woman. But...when I was fifteen years old, only a year younger than you are now...I also developed feelings for a boy, yes, a boy...on my own soccer team back then."

Tyler was quiet...trying to process what he has just heard.

Half of him never could have...even wanted to believe that the Coach...of all people...as big, as muscled as he was, could EVER be in love with another dude. But as the Coach winked at him, and once more nodded, as to affirm...yeah, it totally happened, it's true...he sat back and wiped his face with the palm of his hand.

"Coach...I...I totally dunno what the fuck to say about that..."

Coach once more laughed out loud, sounding more like a hound barking than anything else, before he stood up and patted his player on the back.

"All I'm saying is, I might be married to a woman now, and I might have three kids that I adore with my whole heart...but the feelings I had for that boy was genuine. It wasn't some phase, or just my brain getting screwed up like people always think. No. It was real. And Tyler..."

Coach sunk to his knees, with his hand still solidly on Tyler's shoulder...

"...if you really love Remi...and I can see that you do...I mean, that night after he was sleepwalking at the team building camp, the sparks between you could have saved the country from fucking load shedding! All I'm saying is, if all of this is real, then you can't lose him. He cares about you...you lot probably think all I see is soccer balls. I can see how you two look at each other."

Tyler giggled, before he nodded.

"To be honest, I dunno what's gonna happen, Coach. People are already giving me hell. I can't help how I feel, I really can't! I'm so in love with Remi, that it actually scares me sometimes."

Coach nodded, his eyes warm and full of mischief. He looked at his watch, before he squeezed Tyler's shoulder one more time.

"It's almost time for recess. Why don't you go and tell him that, instead of telling me? He's the one that needs to hear it. He's probably going through shit as well, remember? God...if I ever find out who was responsible for that fucking video getting played in the first place, I'll..."

Tyler stood up. His fists balled.

"It was Sammy. He told me, it was him. And he's gonna deny it like hell, Coach. But I promise you, hand on heart, it was Sammy."

**

"Looky what we have here! How's it going, Mon Capitaine? Come to think of it, shouldn't you be wearing pink today? Or one of those rainbow-coloured badges? No...dude you're totally letting YOUR people down here."

Tyler's eyes once more blazed as turned around and saw Sammy, Jordan and Duncan all strolling towards him...the anger towards Sammy threatened to bowl him over, his chest once more heaving like crazy. Bring it on, he was ready.

"Seriously, with this? How fucking old are you?" he asked, as the three boys came to a standstill, with Sammy blowing a massive bubble with the gum inside his mouth, before spitting it out.

"Nasty, foul habit that...bubble-gum. Still, it must be better than swallowing Remi's cum."

Tyler LAUNCHED himself over towards Sammy and grabbed the boy by his jacket, before pushing him towards the ground and starting to punch the living daylights out of him. He was going ballistic, he was so fed up with all of this, and despite Sammy doing a decent job of blocking with his hands, he managed a heavy shot to the boy's nose, with blood immediately flowing everywhere you damn well looked.

Just when he wanted to deal Sammy Shithead even more damage was suddenly and abruptly pulled back by...Jesus...it was Remi...

Sammy yelped, still down on the patchy grass, as his cheek and nose area was getting more and more red by the minute, from where Tyler had managed to hit him, before he stood up, snarling at the two boys with a sheer evil in him that shocked even Duncan and Jordan.

"That's right! Protect your fucking boyfriend like the bitch you are!"

"You're the only bitch around here! Shut your fucking mouth before I fucking shut it for you!" Tyler replied, still being hold back by Remi.

"Faggots! Look at you! Bunch of fucking queer ass fuckers, you are..."

This time, not even Remi's hold on Tyler could have stopped him.

He pushed Sammy with every fibre of his being, so much so, that the boy landed on the ground, and suddenly, Tyler was punched in his gut, so hard and so badly, that he nearly doubled over in sheer pain and discomfort...as he looked up at his attacker, he stared at Jordan with murder in his eyes, having done the deed, before sinking to his knees.

At once, he felt Remi's arms around him, the boy once more pulling him away from all of this.

"It's not worth it, they're a bunch of idiots! Leave it, Tyler! Let it go! They ain't worth it!"

"I'd listen to your little boyfriend, if I were you...before both you bumfuckers really get hurt," Sammy said, a nasty smile streaking across his cheeks, before he wiped up some blood that was still pouring out of his nose.

The sight of the blood made Tyler's own boil...and he suddenly remembered what Sammy had told him two days before...he pushed away from Remi, before marching up towards Sammy...

"You're pathetic! You're a fucking dog! Why don't you tell everyone how you told me you were in love with me! Tell your posse that, why don't you!"

Tyler could feel Remi freeze next to him, with both Duncan and Jordan stopping in their tracks, and staring at Sammy in a mixture of sheer disbelief and uncertainty.

Sammy gave nothing away...his eyes were as dark as the night was long, he sneered once more, spitting out some blood...before he laughed, cackled more like, and showed a middle finger towards Tyler.

"Ask any girl in school...any fucking girl...ask them if Sammy Caldwell is a homo and they'll tell you...no one will believe that story...nice try though..."

Tyler hissed, as he knew exactly what Sammy was doing...of course he would deny it, but his usage of words...that was speaking directly to Tyler and no one else. He was taunting him...knowing it was true, but Tyler couldn't prove it.

And he was right...Sammy had a reputation...no one would believe he EVER said he had feelings for Tyler. There was just no way in hell...it was way too unbelievable.

"Come on, let's just go. Dude, you're fucking bleeding..." Remi whispered, before he placed his arm around Tyler, and he led him away from the mass of kids that was by now, totally surrounding them.

"Get lost, you faggots!" Sammy's voice behind could be heard, having to after all of this, still getting in the final word.

"I'm gonna kill him...Remi, I'm gonna kill him!" Tyler croaked, his bloated stomach still sore and tender from where Jordan and sucker punched him. He still...he STILL couldn't believe that after years of friendship...Jordan would do that.

Then again, not many things made sense after what happened on Friday night.

Just showed you once again how fucked up society really was, when you were anything other, than what was deemed "normal".

**

"Sit down here, you..." Remi said quietly, as they entered the empty locker-room.

Tyler groaned, irritated as hell, and sat down, his ribs actually begging for some pain relief, whatever that would have been.

Remi marched over towards the toilet stalls, before rambling off some toilet paper, and folding it neatly over and over, before he walked back to his boyfriend.

"Want me to do it?" he asked, pointing slightly at Tyler's bottom lip, which was cut and very quickly starting to swell.

Tyler nodded and closed his eyes. He was tired as hell. He couldn't believe...never in a million years, he would have EVER thought that Setchfield High would turn on him like they have done. And this from people who he had known ever since they were pre-teens.

Slowly, Remi leaned down and gently proceeded to wipe the residue of blood from Tyler's lip, the latter hissing as Remi got a big cut too much too soon, from the still bleeding skin.

"Sorry..." Remi snickered as the joy and the brightness returned to his eyes for just a moment, before he finished cleaning up whatever blotches of blood there still were visible, turning around and throwing the used toilet paper away in the trash.

Tyler gingerly licked his lips.

"Why didn't you answer your phone all weekend? It didn't even ring and you weren't even online once! Do you have any idea how much I missed you and worried about you?" Tyler said, his eyes sad as sad could be.

Remi sadly smiled as he re-joined Tyler on the bench, sitting beside him. Their shoulders were touching...their legs were touching...the electricity between the two boys were virtually off the charts. Tyler swallowed slowly as Remi reached down and took his hand within his own.

"I didn't know what to say to you. I didn't know if you would wanna talk to me either. I mean...you're Tyler Jackson...I...what happened there on Friday night...whoever did that..."

"...it was Sammy. The bastard did it."

Remi turned towards Tyler; a frown etched suddenly deeply on his face.

"Hey, now that I think about it, what the fuck was that you said about Sammy saying he was into you? Were you just saying to make him look bad, or...?"

Tyler released a sound from deep inside his throat that would scare the living dead, before he squeezed Remi's hand.

"Dude, I ain't lying! That little shithead told me that I would pay for choosing you, and not choosing him. I swear to God! Of course, he would deny it! He can't afford to damage his fucking street cred like we have!"

Remi sat back, his eyes a total wonder to the ceiling of the locker-room.

"Insane as that sounds...it also kinda makes total sense. Sammy has never liked me, since day one. We've never gotten along, but it was never this bad. And here I was, thinking that it was because Coach was always playing me as a striker, instead of him. Wow...so Sammy Shithead is gay? Geez...and he's into you?"

Tyler nodded, his thumb gently caressing Remi's knuckles.

"Yeah. Insane. But yeah."

Remi smiled suddenly, and he winked at his boyfriend.

"Why you and not me? I'm not more of a catch than you, Jesus Christ..."

"Do you want both your lips to look like mine?" Tyler fought back, and pushed Remi completely against the wall of the locker room. He looked deeply into his boyfriend's eyes, before he wiped his bottom lip, for good measure, and slowly leaned in to kiss him.

Both boys groaned instantly...they missed each other these past couple of days, more than any of them would be willing to actually admit, and it showed. Tyler placed the palm of his hand on Remi's cheek, and deepened the kiss, to the point where Remi actually gasped, with the intensity of Tyler's tongue searching for and finding its mate.

Remi pulled Tyler's face more towards his own, grabbing the hair at the back of his head with gusto, the two boys swapping spit and saliva like they had never done before. They were hungry for each other, needing each other, with the utmost of yearning created there was...but alas, this was a locker room inside a school, and literally anyone could walk in here, at literally any time.

"Fuck, I love you..." Remi whispered as Tyler finally allowed his own lips to let go of his boyfriend's...with both boys completely out of breath, and having to literally hold on to each other to keep standing. Emotions and hormones FLOODED their young bodies to the point where slightly grinded their groin areas together...

Tyler swallowed, took a deep breath, before taking Remi's face in both of his hands.

"This is awful now...yeah sure, but we just gotta stand strong. Okay? Please...don't ever think that you don't matter to me. Because you fucking do, Rem. I nearly went crazy this weekend. Don't do that to me, ever again. I'm fucking begging you."

Remi smiled and hugged Tyler to him, gently, with a small, contented smile on his face, rested his cheek on Tyler's shoulder. He softly kissed the skin, before he gasped...

"Two years. We can hold on for two years, can't we? And then we can get out of here. Away from fucking all of this. Because the way I feel now...I don't wanna be without you, like ever. God knows, a weekend was enough"

Tyler's heart swell at the hearing of Remi's words...

...they told each other they loved one another...

...but just how easily do people say those three words...I love you...did it even mean something these days?

Tyler kissed Remi's blond hair and closed his eyes.

Fuck yeah, he knew what love was.

How could he not...when he was holding it as we speak...tightly in his arms.

**

"Jess, for God's sake, this is like the fifty millionth voice note...just answer the phone, please! We need to sort this out, man! Jess! sigh" Just please talk to me. That's all I ask. Our friendship means more than this, and I knew I should have told you about me and Remi, but I can't change how I feel! Jess! Okay...you don't wanna answer me, I get it. Just so you know, I'm not gonna give up making things right with you. Ever."

Angrily as hell, Tyler threw his iPhone on his bed and kicked his desk chair for good measure. Oh good, now his foot was hurting like a mother fucker! FUCK! With his damn luck these days, there would be three or four broken bones just to rub his despair in good and proper.

Tyler sighed. He needed to do something. It was Wednesday night, and his parents were at their weekly church meeting...God knows what they were going to face there...what with all the stories going around about himself and Remi. He begged them not to go, but George was adamant.

Tyler pursed his lips...damn you Sammy. Damn you.

He caused all of this. And he made the mistake of his life, by telling people that Sammy was into him...because Sammy was right...no one fucking believe it. Instead, kids were now saying TYLER was the weirdo and the pervert in all of this. As if being gay wasn't worse enough!

"I can't just sit here. I gotta do something...I gotta talk to Sammy...we gotta sort shit out. I can't fucking take this anymore."

Tyler's eye fell on his iPhone, still lying motionless from where he had thrown the thing viciously down mere moments before.

What if...

"Hey...maybe I can record him without him knowing...he'll never know...if I can get him to say and admit he has feelings for me...Man, I gotta at least try..." he murmured, standing frozen next to his bed for only a second longer, before he grabbed said iPhone, and putting into the pockets of his ripped black jeans.

"I'm gonna get you, Sammy Shithead. Even if it's the fucking last thing I ever do!" he snarled, before he hastily left his room, and ran down the stairs.

**

"Hey Ty. You okay, why you calling me?" Remi said as he answered his phone, seeing his boyfriend's name and picture appear on his cell phone. What the fuck happened NOW...he thought, his skin actually getting goosebumps at the mere thought.

"Relax, will ya? I'm just calling to say, I'm on my way to Sammy's house."

It sounded to Tyler like Remi was suddenly busy choking...

"What the hell, Tyler! Don't do it! He's fucking evil, stay the hell away from there!"

Tyler kept on walking towards Sammy's house, and he shook his head defiantly as he did so.

"No fucking way. That fucker has totally messed with the wrong dude this time. I can't just do nothing, Rem! Have you heard what people are saying about us?"

"Yeah, I did. Apparently, I'm gonna give you syphilis or something because my mom and I are poor..."

Tyler stopped walking. At once.

"Who the fuck said that?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yeah, it fucking does! Talk, Remi! Now!"

Remi was quiet for a while, before he sighed over the phone.

"It was Jordan and Duncan, okay, who else?"

Tyler closed his eyes and forced himself to remember that he was actually in a public space...where people could see him.

"Fuck both of them! Listen...I'm gonna try and record Sammy on my phone. I'm gonna try and get him to admit that HE made that fucking video and that HE played it the other night. And that he admitted to being into me. Wish me luck."

"You're on thin ice, dude."

Tyler smirked.

"Don't worry, Rem. I'm a champion skater!"

He could actually see Remi rolling his eyes on the other side of the phone.

"WhatsApp me when you get home, okay? And Tyler..."

"Yeah, Rem?"

"For fuck sake...just be careful. Sammy is a moron, but he ain't fucking stupid."

**

Tyler spat on the ground in front of Sammy's home, before he took out his phone, and set it to record. When he was satisfied that it was, he placed it securely in his jeans' pocket, and sighed...before he reached up and rang the doorbell.

He could hear the musicality of said doorbell going off inside of the house, but no one actually came out to open the door. Weird...Tyler looked around and he saw both Sammy's motorbike, as well as what he knew very well from over the years they had been friends, to be the BMW that belonged to Sammy's father, Richard.

They were clearly both home. Why wasn't either of them bothering to answer the door?

Don't tell me I came all this way for nothing... Tyler thought, suddenly depro as hell, before he decided that he was here now...he might as well check if the back gate, leading to the garden, and around the back where Sammy's bedroom was open, by any chance. Fuck this...he was gonna sort this one way or another. Sammy ain't gonna mess with his or Remi's life for ONE second longer.

Luckily for Tyler, the back gate was indeed open, which he found strange to begin with...it was nearly 19:30 at night, and if you lived in South Africa, you would know...you never left things unlocked...the crime was way too intense. He entered the Caldwell's yard, before looking around him. Everything was just as he remembered it from all the years of himself and Sammy playing back here...

...a flash of memories darted in front of his eyes...their six-year-old selves doing whatever the fuck they wanted...just being little boys. He loved Sammy...apart from Jess, he was the best friend Tyler ever had!

Tyler shook his head, as sadness overtook him...what happened...what the FUCK happened to change Sammy like this?

He knew where Sammy's room was. Of course, he knew. After checking and making sure that the kitchen doors as well as the back entrance leading to the patio was locked...he angrily swore to the heavens...all that was now remaining...was Sammy's bedroom window and hope to God that his curtains were open, so he could let him inside.

Wandering over towards his room...Tyler heard it.

Almost immediately.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

His eyes widened.

No...what the fuck?

Those sounds definitely were not of Sammy playing Raid Shadow Legends.

"Dude...does he have a girl in there, with Uncle Richard also being home...? Jesus..." Tyler murmured...part of him wanted to get the fuck out of there...but then again, they HAD to talk! They had to!

Suddenly he was face to face with Sammy's bedroom window, standing on the outside. He peeped in...

...and what he saw...

...absolutely blew his mind.

"Holy mother of..."

Sammy...was laying on his back, on his bed, his eyes closed tightly shut, looking like he was being in some kind of severe pain...his legs totally outstretched, his knees buckling with the intensity of what was being done to him...

...by his own father.

Tyler knew he couldn't stay where he was...he had to move.

He had to get the hell outta here...

This is nuts! Was he dreaming? Was all of this in his fucked up imagination?

He swallowed...took a deep breath...before taking another look...

Nope.

Wasn't a dream.

What he saw...was definitely happening.

Uncle Richard was sucking Sammy...he was sucking his own son's cock.

And quite clearly, enjoying EVERY second of it.

Tyler stepped back, and suddenly tripped over a lose piece of firewood that lying on the cement.

FUCK!

Quick as lightening, Tyler tried to get up, but he fell over his own two feet in the sheer need to get away.

And that's when he saw it...Sammy's bewildered and scared expression facing from him inside the bedroom.

Still naked as the day that he was born, his dick still hard and throbbing with every beat of his sixteen-year-old heart.

Sammy knew that he seen them.

He knew it.

**

THANKS FOR READING!

There will only be THREE more chapters in this story, making it a total of TEN.

I always say, end a story on a high, instead of DRAGGING it out to the point where readers aren't interested any more. Learned that the hard way lool!

Some of you have asked if I have other stories on the website. Sure, I do! Just type RYAN WHITE into the search option under AUTHORS and you should find it there #blush

SO, WHAT NOW!!!??? Tyler now knows Sammy's most deepest, darkest secret! What's he gonna do with the information??

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