Unrequited Series

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IMPORTANT

Okay guys, I hate to break the news but I have to since I'm the writer of Found Love...

THE STORY WILL CONTINUE!!! But out of my good will that is.

But there's a catch, as I have two stories to deal with, making it hard to write both at the same time. I hope you understand, since Unrequited is a big hit on Nifty, this story gets more attention. What I mean is that Found Love will get it's chapter updates, but much slower ones than Unrequited will.

So as you Found Love fans rave about the good news, I shall let the Unrequited fans enjoy this new, crazy, lust-filled chapter of the heart-driven series.

What's in stored for our Tate Hamilton?

Chapter 3: One Night, One Direction

(Cont. from Chapter 2)

"What are you doing Hal?" I asked, as I pushed myself off from the locker, aggravated as fuck.

"Good afternoon, faggot, cocksuckers." Hal Thomas said, his voice giving a hint of asshole-ism in it.

See...

Hal Thomas was the school's biggest asshole, making him the "one" that people like Ivan and me hate the most. Of course he was one of the football players, making him well-known and as popular as Bobby. To add to the top of that, he had the looks of the cliché, hot asshole in a gay story. Spiky brunette hair, killer smile that made you blush, brown eyes that were alluring to the girls here, an Abercrombie face that smitten everyone around, and a body that was identical to Bobby's god-like complex of a body--except he was a little smaller in statue compared Bobby.

So basically, he was drop-dead gorgeous--I was more attracted to Bobby though--and everyone wanted him as much as they wanted the rest of the football team.

Manwhores.

But Hal made the stereotype of dumb jocks completely true, meaning that he was dating a girl that was a "true" dumb blonde cheerleader and was basically the douche bag that everyone loved to hate. But the girls wanted him and they were willing to lose their virginity to him in a heart beat, regardless of his manwhore status. And yes, he was cheating his girlfriend--well, she wasn't smart enough to put the pieces together anyway--and it was all okay by his means. Poor girl didn't know that he might be giving her STD's. The girls here didn't mind screwing over a cheerleader royally.

Cheer was cutthroat by all means for the girls here.

I did feel bad for his girlfriend, not knowing that he was cheating on her left and right, but I guess that was high relationships, right? She was on the cheerleading team--co-captain--and she was also Jenni's best friend. Sadly, I didn't really know her, but from what Jenni has said about her, she was a nice girl with a 13 for an IQ--sarcastically that is. But I was willing to befriend her, but without Hal by her side though. It was already hard enough to deal with Bobby being the boyfriend of my close friend, it would just make it more complicated to be friends with a girl who's boyfriend was the Hitler of Fells High--again, joking.

"Good morning, dick face." Ivan said, with his snarky voice that he used against people he didn't like.

Hal Thomas grinned, "Good morning to you, transgender freak. Good to see that you're adjusting to the your sex change, Ivan."

They tortured Ivan for this, because of the way he dressed, so this made Ivan into a more bigger target than just being gay. He was bullied for the way he dressed, talked, and acted, as opposed to someone like me who acted like a regular guy that was just gay. He had it much harder than I did, but he held it together better than I did though.

I guess what doesn't kill you, means you stronger. In this case, Ivan was the stronger one.

"You. Are. A. Cunt. Muffin, Hal. Well...if you know what that is," Ivan replied, using complicated insults.

Some people in the crowd laughed--due to the insult that was used--but the jocks were not laughing at all. It was probably because they didn't know what a "cunt muffin" was. It was an insult to someone, who was a failure in life at all aspects--having one cuss word sided with a nice word like muffin made it funny to use. Basically, Ivan was telling Hal that he sucked, which he did.

Hal's face twisted into more anger, like he was even more pissed than ever. I guess he didn't know what a cunt muffin was, making this even funnier to everyone.

"What the fuck is a cunt muffin?!" Hal yelled lifting Ivan off the ground by his shirt.

I knew Ivan was going to be mad that he clothes are getting stretched out, I would be too if that were me. But Hal's threats were more concerning.

"Figure it out, hotshot." Ivan said, bravely.

I had to admit, Ivan really had some balls--he was asking to get thrown into a ditch with a dying breathe, but I had to give it to him. He was brave, and very fearless--which I wasn't.

Hal lifted his fist up, getting ready to land one on Ivan, taking his anger out on Ivan's face. Ivan was registering this, and he was also not afraid to get hit. It didn't matter to him, he's been through it a hundred times before, getting thrown in the dumpster(cliche), afterschool beatings, gym cornering, and etc.

What difference would it make now?

But I had to stop this, because I'm not going to stand in the background anymore. This wasn't to keep on going, I needed to put an end to us getting bullied and pushed all like we were their ragdolls. I needed to save Ivan from this upcoming beating that he didn't deserve--I needed to stand up for us.

I walked over bravely, and ripped Hal's arms off of Ivan's body--everyone was staring in shock. They were probably wondering to themselves, "what was Tate Hamilton doing?"

I was doing exactly what I was doing, saving my best friend from a cold-hearted asshole named Hal Thomas.

Hal's face twisted in anger even further--which I didn't think he could do because he was already in such an ugly face. He stared at me in hatred, wondering why I did what I just did. I was pretty sure that everyone was surprised that I had the balls to actually go up to Hal Thomas and forced him to let go of my friend.

Now, it was my death toll.

"Oh, now Tate's faggot-fucked ass is coming to the rescue?" he said, looking at me with a disgust in his eyes.

I realize I was still holding onto his arm, forcing it down to his hip.

I let go, "You're not hitting anyone, Hal."

He laughed, "Really? And what's going to stop me, Tate? You're faggot hands? Yeah, they're pathetic, only good for handjobs and all that gay shit that fairies do."

I thought of something--nervously--and realized I had the power to speak back to Hal. To voice my opinion, because he didn't control me and I wasn't weak like I was back then. That was then, but this is now.

Now is when I finally start to live my life.

"Hmm...I don't know. How bout the fact that you're so incompetent not to know the meaning of 'cunt muffin'. That's something, isn't it? Also, you should know that my hands are much better than a girls', so how bout you give it a whirl, Hal? I'll be your first if you want." I said, using that against him.

Then, as expected, everyone laughed at my insult--embarrassing Hal once again. This was starting to get fun, defending myself. I looked over to Ivan next to me, who's face was registered with profoundness, proud that I was standing up for us.

I was proud of myself too.

Hal pushed me against the locker, his arm pressed tightly against my neck, making it hard to breathe. I felt scared for a split second, but it was all gone with the thought that Hal wouldn't do anything life-threatening while there was a crowd surrounding us. So there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Listen here, you fucking faggot. I'm really going to make your life hell here. You just dug yourself a grave, you fucking fag fairy." Hal spitted, getting closer to my face.

I had an idea. I knew this would seal my fate, but this was different. This would change everything, and it's about time everything starts changing. If people wanted me to fight back and give a show, then so be it.

Here's one for the money, kids.

I looked him right into his brown eyes, "Then, I'll lay in it...with you."

Then I did the revolutionary, bravest, most smartest--but stupid--thing ever.

I kissed him, but it was completely for the entertainment of it. Actually, I didn't even want to kiss him, but it was for the purpose of embarrassing him. It was a simple peck actually, meaning zero anything. I did it for the people. I did it to prove a point of myself. I did it for Ivan. I did it for myself. I did it to show I'm not just that gay kid anymore.

I was Tate Hamilton.

Of course, I was going to feel the full force of retaliation of Hal Thomas and the rest of the jocks, but I was okay with it. I knew they were completely taken aback and that this overly something that made them pissed--it was utterly disgracing to them. I was sure the crowd pulled out their smartphones and took pictures of this and posted it on social networks, that was a sure thing. I knew this was going to make the headlines by next hour, at least I was making a splash in the gossip part of this school. At least I was standing for myself, instead of sitting around like ducks waiting to be shot.

If I was going to die, I was going to do it with a bang.

He backed off and took 7 steps back into the arms of his friends, shocked that I actually did that. Well, there's a first for everything.

"You...you...you fucking kiss me, Tate." he said, still shocked by the event.

I stood there, looking at everyone. They were all smiling and interested to see what I had next in my sleeve. I was taking control of this situation, and making it better on me and Ivan. It's about time the jocks knew what it felt to be on the other side of the table.

I walked up to a scared, freaked out Hal, "Well, what do we have here? Scared that it felt good?"

"You fucking faggot, wait till I corner your ass in the parking lot," Hal said, throwing empty threats.

I rolled my eyes, "Please, you're probably going to beg me to take you to a hotel and have heavy, hot sex. Just like all those girls you slept with."

He was speechless at this point, with the crowd basically laughing at this whole situation. I was sure that Ivan was laughing at this point too, giving me brownie points.

"Well, I guess not then," I said, walking back to get my bag.

As much fun as this was, I wanted to leave. There was no point in making this situation even worse than it was. I didn't want to get in trouble by the teachers or anything.

"Let's go, Ivan." I said, grabbing my bag off the floor, and throwing it over my shoulders.

As we started in the direction of our next classes, I felt someone violently turn me around. His grip was so tight that it felt like he was about to break my shoulder. I had a feeling this wasn't Hal, who was turning me around.

As I saw who the person was, I was met with a blow to my face. A strong, hard one that was so fast, I didn't even get to think about it before I was falling straight to the ground. I landed face-first, but my arms prevented me from hitting the ground.

I was shocked and everything started going in slow motion, moving slow and quietly.

I noticed that there was red stuff on the white, porcelain-colored, wax floor below me. It was my BLOOD, meaning that my nose was either broken or just hit hard enough to cause bleeding. I touched my nose and felt the warmth of the red liquid covering my hand. Whoever it was, they did a number on my nose because I was bleeding.

I turned my head, meeting the graze of someone who I would never expect to hit me. I was the one now, that was utterly shocked by the revelation of it.

I saw Bobby Maxwell, clenching his fist, with the most disgusted expression on his face that I've ever saw.

He looked like he was on the verge of crying, but it was quickly masked by the disgusted, angry, mad look his face. I saw that in his eyes, he was hurt, mad, and disgusted by me. He was disgusted that I had actually kissed Hal and told him to meet me in a hotel later. Not only did this piss him off, it meant that I was basically a whore for kissing Hal.

The kiss was nothing, and he knew that, but he was the protective type. Always making me his property, putting me up on a high standard. I knew he would have hit me for it, but why did I do it? I did it because I was brave and fearless at the time, but now I was scared little boy that was bleeding on the floor.

I was so stupid. I should have knew this would have hurt Bobby's feelings. I was a dumb, dumb, stupid whore. I repeated that in my head constantly, because that's what I was to Bobby. I had made a mistake and now I was going to pay for it.

All this had cost my relationship with Bobby, my dignity, and most importantly, I had lost my one love.

I looked up at Bobby, searching for forgiveness in his eyes, praying to god that he would forgive me and say sorry.

But that wasn't the case, this was unrepairable.

"I'm sorry," was all I could say to Bobby.

I was on the verge of crying at this point.

He screwed his face in disgust, "Get the fuck out of here, you fucking, disgusting, faggot whore. You're nothing but a dumb faggot."

I couldn't think anymore, I just couldn't. I needed to get away from here, away from Bobby and all those onlookers who either thought I deserved it, or felt bad for me. Most probably felt that I deserved it, I just wanted to die, right then and there.

I was no longer Tate Hamilton right now, now I was a fag, disgusting whore that Bobby said I was and bleeding on the ground.

As I slowed my mind down, forcing myself to stop thinking.

But then I felt an arm pull me up, taking me out of my state of numbness. I felt my feet stumble, but walking along with that person. I saw the crowd snapping pictures of me, probably for my banged-up face. I knew this was going to be a big deal today. I couldn't think of any other possible story that could make it bigger in the news.

Let them do that, I didn't care.

"I have to get you out of here, you're bleeding!" Ivan said, tugging me down the hallway.

I didn't response, I was too out of focus to think of anything.

But then I felt myself on the floor of the boys' bathroom. Thank god, Ivan had brought me to the clean ones, it was somewhat dimly lit and the the tiles of the floor were different colors of blue. It was a pretty bathroom, having nice wall lamps that shined a sky blue light throughout the room. There were lots of the urinals lined up on the wall and a plethora of stalls next to them, all clean with the scent of circus cleaner. It was the usual vision of the a bathroom, until the students decide to dirty it up with pasting years.

Thank god the floor was clear of any pee or anything else disgusting, now my blood can occupy the floor with it's crimson redness.

As I held the tissues(toilet paper)that Ivan gave me to my bleeding nose, I was starting to come back into reality--well, back into terms that is.

"What the fuck is wrong with Bobby? Why the fuck would he hit you?" Ivan said, pacing madly around the bathroom.

I could tell that he was pissed at Bobby for what he did, but I guess he didn't really know the whole story. The reason why Bobby actually harmed me.

"It's nothing, Bobby got mad that I kissed Hal, that's all." I replied, trying not to twitch my face because of the pain growing there.

Ivan then stopped, looked at me with a confused face, "Are you insane? He FUCKING punched you, Tate. Bobby almost went for your jawline if you were 2 centimeters taller. Then you would have needed to be hospitalized."

I looked up at Ivan with teary eyes, "Ivan, you don't understand. Bobby loves me, he did it because he loved me. He was snapping me out of it. I was acting like a whore back there."

Ivan's eyes got wide, "Tate? Do you hear yourself? He didn't have to hurt you! He knows you only kissed Hal because you wanted to humiliate that asshole. He did not have to hit you, Tate! It's completely uncalled for!"

I brushed away the thought of it all, "I'll talk about it later, kay? I just need to be alone right now, Ivan. I can't think of it."

He crouched in front of me, "Tate, tell me that you're going to break up with Bobby for what he did. He can't do that to you. You don't hurt someone you're in love with. That was a selfish crime."

I looked Ivan in the eyes, and then onto the floor between my legs. I couldn't bear to give him an answer to that--I just didn't know the answer. I couldn't tell him that I was going to break up with Bobby, because I didn't know if I could, or if Bobby already broke up with me for what happened.

"You're gonna be late for class. Just go to class, I'll clean up and met up you later." I said instead, trying to look like I was okay.

Ivan sighed loudly, "Okay. But I better see you there. Or I'll kick your ass, Tate."

I nodded in response. I was pretty that the principals and teachers were looking for me, and also Bobby. But that was the least of my worries--I was bleeding. He got up and walked out the bathroom, leaving me alone to my own sadness and reality--also a bleeding nose to add to that.

Why would Bobby do that? Why would he just punch me because I kissed Hal? I know it's horrible thing to do, but it was to play a joke on Hal and I knew that Bobby knew that. So why did he all of sudden just hit me? Kissing Hal was the last thing I would have to laid my lips on, but Bobby knew far enough that I would never have any sexual content in my thoughts for Hal. He knew that I would never have feelings for Hal.

Ivan's right, Bobby did have to explain why he had hurt me. It was inexcusable.

"I don't need to explain myself," I said out loud, getting up from the floor.

I walk over to the mirror, looking at the horrible sight of my blood-drenched face. The dried blood covered the bottom half of my face, making it looked like I was a vampire finished draining a victim. I took the tissues off my nose, the blood was already starting to dry up. It was making me scared, wondering if my neck was broken or not.

Bobby was not going to get away with this one.

I reached up to touch my nose, but was stopped by the sight of two figures in the mirror. I could tell immediately that they had been looking for me, probably wanting to know about what happened.

It was Luke and Davis.

I sighed and looked down, trying not to let them see my disfigured face. It was an embarrassment to my brother and a total blushing moment in front of the ever-so-handsome, Luke. I was pretty sure that my brother was going to yell at me for the whole Hal thing and Luke was well...tagging along, since he's Davis' best friend. I couldn't bear to face Luke, he couldn't see me like this--weak and defeated.

"Yo," Davis started, leaning against the wall as if he didn't care. "You okay?"

"Why should you care? You never do." I said, turning on the faucet.

He rolled his eyes, "You act like I never care. If Bobby's going to punch my little brother in the face, I at least have to consent it."

I scuffed, "Nice to know you care, Davis."

He gave a half-smile, "Your welcome."

I rolled my eyes, he did have some type of heart.

"Thanks," I replied, attempting to wipe the blood off my face.

He got off the wall, "Well, at least you're alive. I'm outta here. You coming, Luke?"

I noticed that Luke was using a urinal behind me--looking through the mirror so I'm not obviously staring--flushing it as he zipped up his pant. If only he had forgotten to zip up his fly. I can only dream right?

Luke looked at me and my bloody nose, "Nah dude, I'm gone help Tate with his nose."

Davis raised an eyebrow, but brushed it off, "Kay, don't come back all homo, Luke."

Luke laughed, "Fuck you, man."

Davis gave the middle finger, as he left the bathroom--leaving me and Luke together, alone. The thought was pretty exciting, but the fact that Luke was straight hindered me.

Luke leaned against the sink next mine, arms crossed with his Hollister plaid shirt hugging his muscles nicely. It was a cute sight, but I was too lost of thought to even consider thinking of how hot he is right now.

"You're probably wondering why I got all this blood on me." I said, washing the blood off my mouth.

I hasn't even gotten to the nose part.

"I saw the whole thing, Tate. It was...quite interesting. Didn't know you had it in you." Luke said, not looking at me.

He was probably disgusted by me.

"Yeah, pretty disgusting, huh? I'm sure every straight male student at this school's going to be avoiding me. I took Hal like I was desperate." I said, touching my nose.

I hissed to the pain.

"Hey don't touch it, here..." Luke started, going to the towel dispenser. "I thought that was actually daring. It was pretty fun too, dude."

"Thanks, I took a leap of faith there." I said, turning to Luke who had grabbed a lot of a paper towels.

He smiled at me, which made me smile on the inside--my blood made it look weird to smile--probably the best I've felt all day. Luke sure did know how to make me smile, even after one of the most reveling things ever. It made me feel happier inside.

"Well, that leap of faith caused Bobby Maxwell to punch you pretty badly." Luke said, checking to see my messed up nose.

"Well, I think I know why," I said, hissing to the tissue being pressed against my face.

"Sorry," he said, moving the tissue around my nose and dabbing around that didn't touch my awful-pained nose. "I didn't mean to touch your nose. It's not really broken, but probably bruised up badly. I don't know what I would have done if it were broken. I was worried about you, Tate."

It was so cute the way he worried about me. How he was tending to my wounds, and having a worried look on his face too--it was so cute and boyish. His caramel skin that was so even and so smooth-looking under the lights of the bathroom. His perfect smile that showed his perfect set of white teeth--just wanting to lick him right up. His brown hair that was kind of messed up in that beach boy type of way, making it seem so neat but sexy at the same time. The way his looked at me with his chocolate brown eyes, made me just wanna die inside.

Or maybe, I'm just over thinking it.

I smiled, "It's okay. You don't have to worry about me. I'm tougher than that. I've been in much worse places before."

"Well, I don't think it's right that those guys bully you for being gay. I mean, we're all born to love someone, right? So if it's with another man, then so be it. It's pathetic the way they have to bully other people to be 'popular'." he responded, wetting another tissue.

"Being popular is better than being a loser like me. I mean, you're a jock. I'm sure you have it easy, Luke. You're a football" I said referring to his popularity.

He smirked and looked down, embarrassed. It was cute to see him so embarrassed by his own popularity--it was definitely refreshing.

I guess Luke was different from the rest. He was a nice guy, willing to stay back and tend to one of gay kid's nose, so he was taking a risk by staying back here with me. This is why I like him(crushing), he's just the good guy. Maybe that's what I need now.

I mean, Bobby's sort of a good guy--bad from from hiding the secret of our relationship and punching me--but maybe I need some time alone and just around people I can have fun with. Luke was definitely the perfect fit for that description.

He walked over to the seats of the bathroom--purpose was for those changing into different clothing--and sat down on them, thinking pretty hard. I wonder if I had said something wrong--leave it to me to mess things up.

"I'm sorry," I started, walking over to sit next to him, "I didn't mean that. It's just that, that's how I see it. I didn't mean everyone who's a jock."

He looked up at me and smiled, "It's pretty like that, Tate. I was just realizing how long I've been hanging out with those assholes. Never once did I think that they would have the balls to slam someone's face in."

I stuttered to that thought, this wasn't the first time I've been punched in the face--let alone beat up. But I wasn't going to mention that, no need for anymore sorrys and apologizes, I'm over it.

I laid my head back, "I don't either, but that's just how it is. Some things we do for the hell of it because we're too scared to try something else."

He looked at me with his brown eyes, "Yeah, there's just things I'm unsure of too. Like, who I am or what I'm supposed to be doing. It's like I'm trying to figure it out, but everyone just keeps distract me."

"Oh. I guess. I haven't figured things out myself. There's this guy, he's being an asshole right now and I'm not sure what to do with him." I said, closing my eyes.

"Oh, sounds like a douche. What happened?" Luke asked, curious.

I kept my eyes closed, "He's just being an ass, can't decide what he wants and how to deal with it. I'm just getting tired of it."

"That sucks, dude. I hate when people can't choose between two things, especially my last girlfriend. She was a fucking bitch." Luke said, sighing.

It was so funny how Luke and I were talking about relationship problems, noting that I was with Bobby and he was probably some girl's boyfriend. How two worlds can collide...I feel fucking loved--not.

"Sounds like a bitch," I said, referring to anyone who has had a relationship with Luke. They were probably making the dumbest decision by breaking up with a god like Luke.

He laughed, "Yeah. She was just waiting to break up with me, but couldn't decide on it. She claimed that she didn't want to hurt me."

I laughed to that, "She did in the end, with you knowing the truth too. That's worse."

"Yeah, that's what hurt the most. When she told me that, I just wanted to commit suicide. I was so head over heels for that girl." Luke said, sadly.

Why would anyone want to hurt my poor Luke? He was the sweetest guy I knew--and the most attractive.

I opened my eyes, "I guess we all have our problems to deal with."

He looked at me and flashed his teeth to me with a smile, showing me that he appreciated what I was saying. I was happy for it.

"Thanks Tate, it feels so nice to just have someone to talk about things with. It's a little weird asking you, but I can't really do that with Davis or anyone else. They'll just think I'm being a pussy." Luke said, smiling.

I smiled, "Your welcome. I'm only here to understand. Not judge. I've made some...mistakes too. Listening is the best policy when it comes to mortal therapy."

He faced me, getting dangerously close to my face. I was about to just cream my pant--which wasn't a good idea--and just fall flat on the ground. It was like he was torturing me, damn straight guys!

"Yeah...thanks Tate, I knew I could always talk to you. It's like you're the brother I never had. Someone who's responsible, reasonable, understanding, and just straight out awesome." Luke replied softly, putting his hand on my shoulder.

Oh my god. Luke Soto's hand is on my shoulder! Over load!!! Red flag, red flag!!!

I blushed(hopefully not noticeable), "Thanks. You're like the straight guy that I wish was gay. You're awesome too."

He kept looking at me without saying anything, as I did the same. My green eyes locked into his chocolate brown eyes that had a speck of gold in it--which made it unique. His lips looked so moist, wet, and perfect, making me want to slam my face into his. I thought about his smooth, light caramel skin, and how it would feel against mine. How great sex with him would be. How gentle he would be. How sweet and nice he was to me. It was like he was God's punishment to me--something that I could never have. I just wanted to kiss him, just one kiss. It was that bad.

Luckily, I was not blooding anymore--probably bruised up looking--it would be gross if I was. But I really hope I looked decent. HOPEFULLY.

We kept at a distance, but our lips were only so far apart. I was too scared to do anything.

"Luke...I, I, I.." I said, whispering to him, begging him to make a move.

"Tate..." he replied, in beautiful, passion, velvet voice.

He was inching closer, his lips ajar--ready to kiss me. I was ready. I mean, if I kissed Hal today, what does it hurt to kiss Luke too? Except this one, I was desperately wanting it, not playing it off. Also, Bobby wouldn't be here to see.

He was most likely in the principal's office for punching me. I'm surprised that they didn't come searching for me yet. Maybe they were waiting for me to come to them, giving me space. That was a good thing, because I had Luke to spend the time with.

The suspense was killing me. Can I just make the first move? No, he would freak out. I had to let him do it. But damn, can he hurry with it?

As our lips were about to touch, he softly pushed me away from him shaking his head, making sure that I was arm's distance from him. It made me feel like I was taking advantage of him and that I was proving Bobby's point of being a whore. I was one.

What was I doing here, giving in to a guy's kiss? What was I doing attempting to kiss a straight guy? I had no place. I was Bobby's and exclusive--making me his and only his. I broke that trust again, and I failed. I was only living up to the stereotype of gay guys chasing straight men--giving homophobes' the reason to hate us. I truly was a disgusting person.

I hate myself, and that was the only thing I was telling myself.

"I can't do this. I just can't." Luke said, fear evident in his voice.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to cry. Just close it out, Tate. Just close it out. I turned my head away from Luke, not wanting to look weak and emotional. I needed to be stronger and look tougher, no need to look weaker than my nose proved.

I felt him get up, and started to walk towards the exit of the bathroom.

I let a tear fall from my eye, but only that one tear. I didn't need to put my heart on my sleeve than it already does. I was glad that he didn't see.

"Tate?" I heard Luke say, apparently still here.

I opened my eyes, wiped the tear, and turned to Luke with a hopeful smile on my face. "Yeah, Luke?"

Remember, happy faces, Tate.

Luke's face was stuck on confused and trying to be nice. It was like Luke was dealing with a hundred emotions at once. I just wanted to ask him what was he thinking, but I knew that would just confuse further, so I let it be. I was sure he'll figure himself out.

Luke's smile returned to his face, "Hey, we should hang out today. Just me and you."

I laughed, at the spite of the situation. He really wanted to hang out today? This was the most awkward it's been, and he still wants to chill? Wow, I had to give him that. He was a trooper when it came to handling things.

But I couldn't just say no.

I smiled back, "Sure, just hit me up. Davis should have my number, or not."

I hoped my attempt at being funny worked, because everything at this point was ruined.

He grinned a smile, "Right. See you later today then, dude."

I waved as he walked out the bathroom, pretending to be excited or whatnot. I knew that he only asked because he didn't want to be an asshole that would break my heart.

As I heard his footsteps disappearing, I cuddled up and cried the most I've ever cried in my life.

(At home, 10 minutes before meeting up with Luke.)

As I stood in front of my mirror, I looked at myself, excited and electric that I was actually meeting up Luke Soto to "chill" with him. I just couldn't believe it!

I mean it was rare for a guy of Luke's popularity to ask me to hang out with him, and especially after that "awesome" scene in the bathroom--who's to say that he didn't want to experiment more? I was totally okay with it. He was hot and probably confused is all--crossing fingers for him being gay! Plus, it was better than dealing Bobby's silence.

Wait, that made me a whore, considering Bobby. Oh well, it's not like Bobby could do anything about it. It's not like I was going to have sex with Luke or anything--let alone even kiss him, so he didn't have to worry about it. If Luke was gay, it won't mean much. He's probably going to be closeted like Bobby, so there was no real reason to purse a relationship with him.

But the thought of helping your elementary school crush realize he was actually a 'mo(short for homo)? Of course I was opt for it!

I knew I needed to talk to Bobby, but I just didn't want to and because I knew he would just cover it with sex. We never have a great "talk", just don't. He's too busy with his image and such, and less worried about how I felt in the relationship. The least he could do was talk to me, but even that's not good enough.

I turned to see if my outfit was looking terrible--no need to look bad in front of Luke--and noticed that I looked great! I wear was wearing a black/gray tank top with black, skinny pant, along with some accessories that made the look more appealing. I was a fashion boy, getting my perks from the infamous Ivan who's taught me all of his trades, and I thanked him for that.

So now, I hoped that Luke liked that and noticed it. God knows how much luck I needed a guy to notice me.

As I kept on turning spinning in front of my full-body mirror, my phone rang, sending me spiraling into my bed to answer it. I didn't even look to see who it was before placing the cyan blue phone on my face.

I decided to put on my cunt voice--slutty voice as Ivan would call it--and transformed into this twinky gay guy that jock-figures liked so much.

I was ashamed of myself.

"Hi," I said, smiling.

There was a silence, then a laugh. I felt the stupidity rise up to my throat, I really should have seen who it was before picking up.

"Slut," Ivan laughed, taking in this whole joke.

I blushed and fell back into my bed, slapping myself in the face for being a slut to my best friend--how quint.

"I am not!" I replied, defending my honor.

Hey, a slut's gotta own their medal of honor, right?

There was more chuckles from Ivan, "Who were you thinking of when you answered?"

I decided not to tell Ivan about Luke's wanting to meet up with me, "No one. Thought I'd surprise you by being a natural gay guy I am."

I knew he was smiling at that when he responded, "That's the spirit! Gay guy are first class whores!"

I laughed, "You are unbelievable, so what's up?"

"What do you mean what's up? We're going out hoe! You better be all dressed up when I get to your house later, or I'm going to straggle you with my just-manicured nails." he replied, reminding me of that event.

Shit, I was suppose to hang with Luke. How am I going to tell Ivan that I couldn't go? I couldn't just lie to him? He knows me better than anyone, he WILL know that I'm lying, and I couldn't just tell him that I'm going to Bobby's. He would still drag me to the club, especially after what happened Bobby. He knew that my parents wouldn't care enough to make me stay, so I was out of choices.

Well, I had to try at least. I really wanted to hang out with Luke today, more than just partying with Ivan.

"Um..." I started before my phone was beeping another incoming call.

"Hold up, someone's calling me," I said, taking the phone off my ear.

I heard Ivan scuff, "Better not be Bobby's ass."

I looked at my screen to see that Luke's picture was showing up--thank god for Window Phone's people hub--allowing me to get a glimpse of his sexy, shirtless, Facebook photo on my phone was a blessing from God himself.

I picked up almost immediately, "Hi."

This time it was really someone who I can use this voice on.

"Hey," his voice spoke, a little excited, but hinted with something else.

Like bad news.

"What's up? Can't wait to chill in a little." I said, ignoring the bad news feeling--hoping that he still wanted to hang out.

"Oh that." he started, making it clear that he didn't really want to hang out, "yeah, I'm sorry dude but I forgot that I'm supposed to be hanging with this girl today."

Fuck my life. Everything within it just fucking crashed and burned and left my heart and mind at a catatonic for a couple of seconds. Why must everything be so complicated? I guess I had it coming, bringing it to a close. This was probably the heaven's curse for being such a whore.

I knew I deserved it, and didn't expect it any less.

"Oh," was all I could say before the disappointment inside me swelling up.

I could feel the sadness that I usually lock away crept back into my soul, cutting through the barriers that hold my heart and emotions. They were in check, and I needed to be that way. I didn't need to be weak like I was in the bathroom. I needed to control my emotions and keep them at place.

It's the only way I'll be able to handle all this stress.

"I'm sorry, dude. I know I promised that I would go out with you today and chill, but this girl's been planning this date for a while now." he said, dropping the "date" word.

This was tearing up my insides and breaking through my fortress, making me tear up.

He probably was going out with this girl to figure out who he really is, and I respected that.

Seeing as how I will never get to have him anyway.

There was a silence.

"Tate? Are you okay? I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you." Luke replied, trying to salvage the situation when it was already said and done.

I took a breath in and spoke, "It's okay. Um...yeah, we'll reschedule next time."

"Again, I'm sorry dude," he says, words barely penetrating through my skull.

I wipe my tears away, "It's all good, Luke. Bye."

I hung up before he was able to reply--not letting him finish his sentence. I didn't want to hold on anything longer, in fear that my floodgates will just open and pour out.

Then I heard Ivan's voice again--I had forgotten that he was on the other line.

"What took you so long?" Ivan said, humoring me.

I smiled and jumped back into myself again, "Nothing, it was the school. They wanted to know if I was okay."

I lied but not really. The school wanted to make sure I didn't try to committed suicide or do any bodily harm to myself. They didn't even tell my parents about Bobby punching me in the face. I was glad they didn't, or my parents would have never have let me go anywhere unless I told them the truth--and that was a pain in the ass.

"Well, you're not dying, so it's okay. But you coming, right?" Ivan asked, giving me no choice but to go.

Hey, at least I was going to be somewhere with hot guys and booze, and they're GAY too, which makes it even better.

Then I got a text message, being from Bobby. I opened the message and looked at what he had wrote me. He told me to come over and talk to him. Great, now he wanted to talk about everything. What did it take? A punch to the face to realize that we have trouble in our dark paradise? Please. Cry me a fucking river. I was done with dealing with things in a fashionable manner when everyone else was being stupid and irrational. No, I needed to have fun for once and having an endless battle with Bobby, was not fun.

Also, I was not in the mood to deal with him, or the bullshit excuse.

So I made my choice.

I grinned, "I'm going, Ivan. Pick me up when you're ready. We're going to get shit-faced tonight."

I heard Ivan's laugh stop, "I knew you would give in sooner or later."

I clicked out of Bobby's message and looked in the mirror, already wearing a club outfit.

Tonight, I needed to be me. Tonight, I needed to be away from school problems and away from issues at home. Tonight, I needed to be away from my fears. Tonight, I needed a free mind. Tonight, I needed to be a free spirit.

And most importantly, I needed to be Tate Hamilton.

He needs to be revive.

(Entering Pride, walks in Ivan and Tate.)

I was so fucking nervous and excited at the same time! Oh god, I was actually going to a gay club for the first time! It was so exciting! I meant, it was so new and dangerous--making it more the reason to go to being with.

There were some many people here! It ranged from females to males on the dance floor and at the bar. They were all having a great time and seemed to be very sexual with each other, but I guess that's what you get for being gay.

There was techno/dance music blasting from multiple speakers in the room, making the whole room vibrate along with the dancers and guest on the floor.

There were private table of men and women drinking and making out with each other. They looked so happy and content. But it was also fun, electrifying, and totally great.

Why have I not been here before?

I just can't believe how much I've been missing out! This is what I was giving up for a relationship with Bobby. I hadn't realized how trapped I was until I got a taste of what it was like to have fun again. To feel alive and completely free of problems and things that could hold you back.

Now, now I was free to do that.

And I was going to grab it by the balls and take it for myself.

"It's so packed tonight!" Ivan whispered to me as he headed off to the bar area.

I followed, not knowing how to function within this great, and open environment. I need to loose up, some alcohol might do just that.

"Oh my god, it's so great here!" I said, standing by Ivan as he was talking to the bartender for some drinks.

Then I looked onto the dance floor to see there were a plethora of bodies dancing away on the floor, grinding or just straight out having a great time. I wanted to be on that dance floor. I wanted to have fun.

"Drink this, Tate!" Ivan said, shoving the shot glass into my hand.

I wondered how Ivan got these drinks. He probably slept with the bartender or made a sex deal with him to get these drinks and shots for us. Well, whatever he was doing, gave me a reason to lose control tonight.

"Did you suck his dick for these drinks?" I asked Ivan, taking the shot of alcohol.

It was good, but it did burn and left an after taste to it. But the purpose of drinking was to get wasted and make stupid decisions that you think are funny and remarkably weird.

Sadly, I was the terrible at drinking and handled liquor badly, but at this moment--I didn't care.

Ivan laughed, patting out his leather, "Well, I had to fuck him, but it's okay. He takes it like a bitch, and he likes it."

I laughed, "Really now?"

"God's honest truth!" Ivan replied, taking shot after shot.

He was a pro at this and I was not.

We both laughed, taking the shots and talking to guys that approached us, taking in our youth and beauty. They were mostly into Ivan who looked more freaky in bed than I did--where I looked like a preacher's boy. But nonetheless, they were all making out with Ivan.

I declined, for the simple fact that they didn't interest me and that I was looking to have fun. Not to hook up with someone tonight.

As I stood by the bar, sipping on the drinks that were free--courtesy of the bartender of course--and watching the dance floor with it's never-ending energy and body electric.

Also, I was listening to Ivan three-way make out with two other guys that were talking to us. I ignored them and gave them privacy--which they probably didn't care about.

Then as I scanned the dance floor, I met eyes with one guy in particular.

He was a standout in the crowd, wearing lazy club clothes that were draping on him, but in a cute way. Like he was a artist being tortured by his own soul. He also had this look to him, dangerous and sexy. Not hot and muscular like the guys at school.

No, he was like a bad boy that was into getting tattoos and had bar fights with other guys. That was the type of guy that I liked, the ones that could be bad and loving at the same time. I know that bad boys were overrated, but they're still in style.

He kept looking at me and talking to a guy--a friend probably--and was giving me this inviting look to come over onto the floor. He had sort of short dirty blonde hair that was messed around with and tousled by some hair wax, giving a natural shine reflected by the spotlights. He also had some fuzz on his cheek and chin, making him look older but mature. He also tall, medium built, and also had a very biker style of dressing, except the leather jacket was replaced with a dark-colored cardigan. He was wearing dark colored skinny jeans that hugged his legs and...ass, which was also sexy too.

And by all this, I mean he was hot, like something I really wanted to taste, so I was going to get it.

"Ivan," I said, taking shot to loosen me up before I walked off to him.

"Yeah," he said, breaking his impending threesome up to answer me.

I smirked, "I'm going to have fun. You get back to what you were doing. I'm going to dance."

He looked to where I was going, and looked back to me with a smile on his face.

"Go get him, tiger." Ivan said, getting back into his session.

I placed the shot glass down on the bar and started my way into the dance, keeping my eyes placed on that one guy. I was not losing sight of him.

I pushed into the crowd and softly pushed people out the way until I was right in front of him, standing in front of a guy that made me feel so different, even from just looking into my eyes. He had me right then and there, pulling me in his bad boy-ness.

We didn't speak, but looked at each other, staring into each others' eyes--taking in our appearances.

I noticed that he had red lips that looked like the shade of strawberries, and they were my favorite fruit to eat. His shirt was a v-neck that buttons down a little, revealing a little of his blond chest hair--not a lot, just some. Also, up close, his eyes were a blue/gray color, playing like a blue storm in his eyes. Something that also pulled me in more closer. He must have been in his early twenties or at least in the middle, he was too young/mature looking for anything later than 25.

He was just so fucking...invoking.

I decided to ice break the conversation, "Hi, I'm Tate. Tate Hamilton."

He smiled and looked at me up and down, scanning my whole body. I hoped that the lights in here made my body look more nice, thanks to the dark-colored clothes I chose to wear tonight. I really hope he liked what he was seeing, because I sure did like what I was seeing.

He smiled, a smile that was a trademark of a bad boy in the movies, the one that always catches the girls' attention away from the other boys. A version of Lana Del Rey's bad boy image. He looked like a James Deans to me.

His teeth were perfectly aligned, making his red lips more delicious to look at.

He started to speak, "I'm Nik--"

I had caught the his British accent that was mixed with something else--Russian maybe--before I dunked my lips onto his--my hand behind his neck to pull him down a little closer for a kiss.

I felt the prickly hairs on his face that pokes out a little, but that didn't bother me much. I actually got turned on by it, feeling someone who was older than you, but young enough to make it legal was so different than a 17-17 relationship. It was refreshing to me. Something that was different than Bobby's sex lusted ones, this one was more than that.

Like we had a connection that was meant to be.

As we kissed, I felt something inside spark, sizzling like a snare I felt something inside me burn, like a flame that was dwindling in the cold place I call home. Felt the electric of the kiss run through my body, and running from his lips and into mine. I was sure that he was feeling the same too, I was sure of it.

We held on for a long time, not wanting to let go.

Then we let go, feeling the magic spark dissipate but remain on my lips, remembering his kiss and what it felt like.

As I looked sheepishly at him, waiting for his response.

He raised his eyebrow, "Wow, that was a different approach."

I blushed, to which he smiled at in response. "Well, your red-lips just look oh-so-delicious. I wanted to taste them."

He grinned and then extended his hand for me to shake it, taking in my hand.

"What's your name?" I asked, letting go of his soft, but rough hand.

He smiled, pulled me in closer to him, feeling his muscular body underneath. I was also greeted with his gentle touch, and his Old Spice scent. It was enticing and enriching--making me wobbly in the knees. I felt like Juliet being held Romeo.

Without the ritual suicide thing.

This guy was bad boy meets British accent.

Then there was music playing, and I had recognized it completely. It was One Direction playing--strange for a gay club--the song, "Stole My Heart" was perfect for the mood of the this moment.

My moment with this handsome stranger.

"Hi, Tate. I'm Niklaus Evans." he whispered, holding my chin up to look at him. His eyes were beautiful under the shining lights of the club, all blue and deep.

Then we embraced in another kiss, but this time.

And tonight, I was Tate Hamilton for the first time again.

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