"I told him" I said, my voice panicking. Zane and Julian eyes widened as they sat up from whatever they were watching.
"Like you told him" I nodded when his hand reached my wrist, pulling me down on the couch. "Calm down. Did he react a way or said anything negative"
"No I left before he could utter a word"
My hands shaking still as Zane comforted me for the first time. "God, that was a coward move, right?" I buried my face in my hands, groaning at the thought that keeps replaying.
"No, you were scared"
"I should have told him when summer ended, right?" I asked. Julian handed me a glass of water, replying. "Maybe that happened for a reason" he reassured me and that wasn't working.
"I fucked up, badly!"
"Okay, you want me to call Romeo?" Zane inquired, pulling his phone out. I didn't know why I hesitated but I force myself to snap back. nodding when it worked, "Yeah"
Mike's probably is disgusted, right now.
The air changed. Damien loved me. He didn't love me. He loved me years ago, but not now. Was i too late? I haven't even figured out my sexuality. Am I gay, bisexual or gay for just him.
I was now pacing in my room, debating who to call or get answers from. Hailey, Ava, Ivy or Sabrina. Sadie was off the list, she would immediately tell Zach and Zach would tell ivy and ivy will pass it down to Ava and Ava will definitely share it with Sabrina.
And I got my answers. Going to A gay bar. Somewhere that's far away, obviously.
As I opened the door to the bar, I spotted a familiar black hair walking there towards the bar with Zane and the others. Why the hell is he here?!
I entered, immediately sitting somewhere far and hidden for them. I kept my head down, still watching their every moves. "You really told him" Romeo murmured sitting down beside him.
My heart raced when I caught a glimpse of Damien then it died down. He loved me. Groaning, I completely buried my head into my arms as I listened to their conversation.
"So that's it? You can finally move on" Romeo sounded desperately on my end. I heard Damien sighed and a smirked appeared on my face.
"Yeah..definitely, everything's good" I knew that tone. Damien king, always lying. But that could be me being delusional, still denying that he's moving on from me. But I didn't want to let go.
"Well should we celebrate?!" Zane cheered on, hearing him calling over the waiter, ordering a bunch of food and drinks.
Someone tapped my shoulder. My heart stopped, "Um, Are you loitering here?" He asked. I shook my head, slightly shooing him away. but of course he didn't get the message, "If you're not going to order, leave" I grunted, lifting my head a little bit.
"I would, but I can't" I used my pinky finger, pointing to them.
"Cheating?" He said.
"No"
He hummed, catching on "Needa leave?" Gosh, a random person understands me? "After this order, I will try to distract them" A wave of relief washed over me as he placed the drinks to the right table.
After a while, he winked, giving me the go to hurry the fuck up. He approached Infront of Damien, blocking his view. Without waiting, I stood up, and headed for the door.
The fresh air hit me fast and quickly. Letting out a shaky exhale, my eyes scanned down the road for a bus. Few minutes later, it arrived and I boarded the bus.
I sat at the back, waiting for the bus to depart but then a familiar figure steps on as it was about to go. Just my fucking luck. I slip down in my seat, my face peeking through between the gap of the seats.
Just perfect.
***
The bus left, the dust hitting the back of my feet. "Yeah, I'm home. I'll call you back, baby" I heard his sigh followed by the breeze that's blowing roughly.
Damien turned a corner and I did too. If there was a shortcut to use, I would have been using it! His shoulders tensed up then his walks turned into little steps.
Then suddenly his head snapped to my direction. I swallowed hard, my hand at back of my hair, eyes following the cars and boats that swoosh by. I hate living by the ocean.
This time I waited until he turned the corner completely before gathering the courage to go. Bad idea.
As I turned the block, I only saw a flash of black before my feet were off the floor and my back hitting the hard and hot concrete.
The ache in my back and head worsen as he grabbed both sides of my hoodie, pushing me against a wall. "W-wai" A punched landed on my stomach, causing my knees to give up.
"Are you a stalker, huh?"
The pain kept me from speaking. Even worse, my knees weakened, sending me to the concrete as my hoodie slip away from my head.
"M-Mike, why didn't you just speak? And we need to talk.."
Not the time and place for that.
"Can we take this inside, and not like on the sidewalk" He held out an hand and I took it. Of course it was awkward on the way back. I did not want to hear him say he's done with me and up and leave.
Damien closed the front door and slightly pushed me to the couch. "You here to tell me it's a prank, or.." I clapped my hands once, lowering down on the couch.
This time he sat down but not beside me. "It wasn't. I meant it when i said I loved you" Something stabbed me in the chest, with the way he said that. Serious and really serious.
That pisses me off so bad.
Damien moved to get up, declaring that the conversation was done. I stopped him, hands on chest "So that's it? We're gonna pretend like you didn't just confess everything to me?!"
He exhaled in irritation before getting up, "Mike I said what I said, you should be happy that I'm not being weird about the whole thing"
"I'm the opposite of happy. Actually I'm pissed off" I huffed getting up. Damien brushed a hair from his face before he attempted to walk away.
"You're not going anywhere" My voice dripped with anger. He bumped shoulders with him and I grabbed his wrist, Forcefully turning him toward me.
"Mike, I have a boyfriend and a new apartment to go to" He jerked away from my grasp and pushed me away.
"Well I guess you won't make it, today" I kneed him the balls which was childish but if it's going to stop him from leaving, I will do it again. Even though I hit him, he made no movements to hurt me or pain me, since he already did that like ten minutes ago.
"Mike!" He shouted, as I grabbed an handcuffs which was tucked away in the kitchen drawer before handcuffing him to the railings.
"Gosh you're crazy" he groans.
"You did this to me years ago, what does that make you?" I sat back on the couch, turning on my show that's happening right now while facing his vexed face.
"When did you know you were gay?" I asked all of sudden. He titled his head back, his fingers traced on his forehead.
"I knew from the moment you comforted me that night" His voice softened as he tried to look away from me. "So I made you gay?" A smirk appeared on my lips.
He exhaled, loudly "Yes Mike, you did. Now can you let me off these cuffs? Please" His begging didn't work this time.
"I will make you some food" I hummed, walking past him then stepped into the kitchen to heat up some left over pizzas.
After settling him a plate, I moved beanbags and my laptop so he wouldn't feel alone. "This doesn't help me one bit, uncuff me"
"No"
"You know Julian is on his way here" I stopped eating. Is he really threatening me with Julian? "Funny, I'll call Martin our security over here" Damien sighed, when he heard his phone rang.
"Romeo and I had planned to look at the apartment we picked, please Mike" Begging to be with Romeo? Fuck that. "You know can't just up and leave the feelings you still have for me"
"What are you talking about, my feelings were gone the moment I saw Romeo" he said, voice hoarse. "I can tell when you're lying" I was about to turn on my show but he kicked the laptop away, the screen cracked a bit.
"So you're thinking that my feelings for Romeo is fake?" I nodded and smirked when he gritted his teeth. "Let me out of these handcuffs, now" I shoved a Pizza slice at his mouth, shutting him up.
"You didn't decline, though"
"I love him, Mike" Taking a bite of the pizza, I lowered his half bitten pizza onto the plate. Only thing I saw was his shoulders tensed when he said that. Lying and lying.
I shook my head, making him more mad.
"You don't get to decide my feelings for Romeo, but I know fucking well, I. Don't. Love. You."And that hit me hard when it shouldn't. I swallowed hard, before shooting up to my feet, fuming. I headed into the kitchen counter and throwing him the key right at his face.
I ran up the stairs and into my room, closing and locking the door behind me. Fuck, I'm a complete idiot.
***
It's been a week or two since I last saw him. I was considering on calling him but that would make me look desperate. He's probably at Romeo or Julian's place right now, laughing his ass off.
Summers ending in seven weeks and seven more weeks till I pack my stuff and fly out of this god damn state.
Even though it was my fault, I felt the need to punch him. But seriously an apartment? And already? What about me, he won't feel the reason to visit here anymore. This whole situation is fucking me up.
"Staying at Romeo Romeo's place for a week? What did my Mike said to you that made you so mad" Zane saw me with the loose handcuffs when Romeo took me to Julian's place to chop them off.
"He was definitely feeling kinky" He snorted. I felt mad. He assumed that I still had feeling for him. I been with Romeo for a year and probably a half and he had the audacity.
After everything, I could never hate him.
"You going back?" Romeo asked.
I breathed and nodded, slowly. Six or seven weeks and summer is over, I don't want us leave on a bad note.
And that's what I did. I'm inside the home that felt like home and still feels like it. I headed upstairs and where his room is.
"Mike" I knocked.
The door was slightly open and I pushed it more wider. He's curled up on his bed, hair messy, one arm over his face and his quiet snores.
I shook him gently and urgently. He groaned, slapping my hand away. "Fuck off Damien" he said it simply and sounding like he meant it.
"Let's talk. We do need to talk"
He rose up, his eyes filled with something I didn't like. "I meant it Damien. Fuck off" If he was going to act like this then so be it.
"Stop acting immature, it won't get you nowhere" I gave him the same energy. He scoffed, "Maybe I am, But who's lying to poor fucking Romeo"
"God, you're such an asshole. Is this because I said I don't loved you anymore, huh?" I took little steps towards him.
"Fuck you" he shot back, his eyes on fire.
"I will fuck off if you just talk to me!" I was this close of jumping off a bridge. Mike stayed quiet, silently pulling the blanket over his but I gripped it, tossing it on the floor.
He stands out, but his height reached my shoulder. Leading him to push me until I knocked over some of his perfume bottles.
"Stop, I don't want to fight you. Mike." And being the stubborn ass he is, a punch of was landed right on the fucking nose. I pushed him away and onto the bed before wiping a sweat off my forehead.
"Don't mess with me, I punch way harder" My teeth gritted, and my fingers holding the bridge of my nose to stop my nose from bleed.
Before I could leave, he threw something at the door. My heart stopped. It was his ring. the fucking promise ring.
No one else could get under my skin like Mike did.
"Put it back on right now" I grabbed the ring, heading over to his bed. Without any warning, I yanked his arm under the blanket, trying to force the ring back on his pinky finger.
"Fuck off" he said, simply.
Him not giving a fuck riled me up badly.
Both my hands clenched into fists around his shirt. I loosened my grip with one hand and slammed my fist into his nose before taking off mines as-well, throwing it on his face.
"For a month we been arguing non-stop. I kept on trying to ignore it but this is where you drawn the line, I'm over it" I waved the white flag, storming out and slamming the door shaking the whole house.