Tristan stumbled, pulling away violently. "Chase!! I-It's not what it looks like!!" His voice wavered, his lips burning with the essence of cheat. "I-I-I–!" He broke down into tears. "I can't take this anymore!!!!"
Chase had gone out of his house to get fresh air after being cooped up inside all day long, and he came to find… this. This guy with his hands up Tristan’s shirt -Chase’s boyfriend’s shirt- and kissing him like crazy. Chase and Tristan had never gone that far before.
His whole world, his only happiness, shattered before his eyes. “I-I’m just a t-toy to y-you aren’t I? I-I-I’m just someth-thing to play with?” Chase’s eyes welled with tears as he said every word, betrayal striking his heart. “It was never really real, all those times I listened to you play the piano? All those times we c-cuddled?” Chase took a step back, then another. Then he turned and ran, tears running down his face.
Toby frowned, anger flashing at his chest at this guy who interrupted them and made his Tristan cry. He grabbed Tristan’s hand, “What just happened, are you okay?”
"L-Let go of me!!" Tristan flushed, really letting it loose. "What happened is that you made my real boyfriend upset!!! I had to tell you, but you wouldn't let me!!!!" He scrambled for words. "I-I hope you know love only works when it's mutual…" He got up and rushed away, without saying a goodbye– he didn't deserve one on any level. He's just a jerk…
Chase sprinted back home, but only when he was for cetain Tristan couldn’t see him did he run in his house. He ran up the stair to his room and shut the door, his father not even noticing, and cried. He cried and cried and cried. His heart was absolutely shattered. Chase didn’t want to go to school Monday.
Tristan trudged home, not caring if that guy was following him. He came home, and his father was surprised to see him. "You're home early! What happened?…."
He waved a hand of dismissal. "I-It's fine…" His mouth wavered as he fought off tears.
"Tristan…."
I-It's not my fault…. He frowned, heading upstairs. Y-Y-Yet I fell for it…. I knew it was coming…. He screwed his eyes shut, holding in the oncoming tears. He'll never forgive me…. He'll never forgive me…. Even if I tell him I never loved Toby…. He'll never forgive me….
(Timeskip to Monday?)
(Eeeeuuuuuugjj sure.)
Chase trudged into school on Monday, his face hollow. He dumped his stuff in his locker and went straight to his first hour. He sat far away from his normal seat. Chase didn’t know how he’d handle it if Tristan started making fun of him too.
Meanwhile…
Toby had migrated to go hang out with Kemp and Jacob’s gang, a steely cold face. He certainly planned to get revenge on that kid after he upset his Tristan.
Tristan had little idea on how to handle it. He'll never forgive me…. He dropped his stuff off, surprised Toby wasn't waiting for him. Good…. He buzzed off for now…. He grabbed all of his stuff and headed down to first hour. He sat in his usual seat, and he buried his face in his hands. I can't let Toby get in the way…. But…. He'll never forgive me…. He'll just think I was lying the entire time… The time I told him it wasn't an experiment…. The time I told him that our first kiss meant something… The time I told him I'd be his boyfriend…. The time I told him I loved him for real… All gone… Now I'm just back at square one….
Chase kept his head down the entire class, and basically all the way through the lunch bell. He trudged towards the lunch room but was stopped when an arm looked around his shoulder. Kemp’s cruel face was there, and suddenly Jacob was on the other side. They led him away from the lunchroom, passing Tristan’s locker as they headed towards the music hall. Where no classes were in session during lunch…
Tristan finished taking his stuff from his locker when he caught a mere glimpse of Kemp and Jacob, once again, hounding at Chase. ….I don't know how else to make things right… He glanced left and right and followed them from a very, very safe distance…
“We’ve decided it’s time you really learn how much you don’t belong,” Kemp murmured with a dark chuckle, starring him into the choir room. The room was equipped with couches in the back, one of them occupied by that guy that Tristan had been with. Chase averted his gaze to the ground as Kemp and Jacob pushed him down to the floor and that guy stood up.
Tristan followed them to the choir room, but didn't dare go inside, in fear that he was going to get pounded as well. I…. I don't know what to do… He pressed his ear against the wall so he could hear what they were saying, and partially what they were doing.
(I’m finally here!)
Toby chuckled darkly, “You upset my boyfriend. It’s time to pay.” Toby’s foot connected with Chase abdomen and he let out a yelp of pain. Someone else’s foot connected with his face, and another in his groin. He was seeing stars, and he could hardly breath. Kemp was saying something, but he couldn’t register it.
Tears welled in his eyes. I can't leave him…. Not after what happened….. Tristan stood up. It was time he faced his fear of Kemp and Jacob– those no-good jerks.
He felt his heart flutter with resistance, but his mind told him otherwise. He yanked the door open and barked at them– "Leave Chase alone!!!"
The three guys froze for a second, but their faces were cold. Chase didn’t even realize someone else had entered the room because of his much pain he was in. Kemp spat on the ground, “Why should we? He’s just a freak,” On the last word, Kemp kicked Chase again in his stomach, and he let out a small weak noise.
Tristan's sight became starry. Hell no… I can't back down…. I have to make this right… "N-No one deserves it…." His voice shook, his hands shook, his heart shook. He felt like he was going to faint. "I'm sick of you shoving Chase around–" He cut off, glaring at Toby. "And pushing me around, too!!" His eyes went cloudy as his nerves tingled.
“Fine. But next time I won’t go so easy.” Kemp said, a look of hatred on his face, Jacob looked a little uneasy, but Kemp was already shoving past Tristan and out the door so Jacob followed. Toby sneered at Tristan before kicking Chase in the groin again and walking out. Chase was left out the floor gasping for air with tears pouring out of his eyes.
"Dear lord…." Tristan cried. "Chase…." He went to his side, crouching down. A harsh, sorrowful essence drenched his heart "I-It's all my fault… I… I roped you into this…" No…. It's over… He didn't give up hopes, but his mind told him otherwise. "Yet…. He… H-He forced me…." He stammered, glaring at Chase's broken body. "I… I don't knoe what to do…."
“It— It h-hurts—“ Chase could barely do anything as the never ending pain throbbed constantly. Gosh it hurt. It hurt that Tristan was here too, but… Tristan hadn’t been kicking him- no, he had spared Chase. Even if he doesn’t like me…
"Chase…." Tristan carefully helped him to a sitting position. "….I don't understand what I was thinking…. I… I miss you…. I love you…. With all my heart…. I even told him you were my boyfriend…." I just want him to understand I was never in love with that moron!!! He carefully took Chase's hand, his knuckles tingling with the sense that he'd push him away– and never forgive him. "I-I'm sorry…."
Chase looked at Tristan with watering eyes, “You- you- but wasn’t I just your little toy to play around with? He said you were his boyfriend, am I just something to u-use when y-you get bored?” Chase asked desperately, no matter how much he wanted to fall into Tristan’s arms and cry. He hurt so badly.
"….I…. I don't even know the guy…. He unvoluntarily loved me without my consent…." Tristan cried. "I never ever ever told him that I even wanted to be a friend of his…."
I'm just crumbling…. "…Love only works when it's mutual… When people love each other… And…" Tristan choked up. "I miss your soft love!!!"
”Okay, but on one condition. I am the snuggleeeeeeeeeeee” (lol)
Chase curled over on himself wishing the pain would just subside. He still felt betrayed. He still felt hurt. And it wasn’t just the physical pain racking throughout his body.
"I–" Tristan stopped. "I'll stop…. I– I u-understand…. I'll never be forgiven…. For s-something I w-w-was forced to be a part of a-against my w-will…." Ha… To think I could turn this around… What the hell were you thinking…? "I…" I just wanted to let you know I'm just as upset as you are….
Chase forced himself to his feet, the hurt apparent in his eyes. He felt like he was being guilt tripped into another false relationship. He clutched his abdomen, and started to limp out, knowing bruises would be forming over his face and chest any moment now.
….I know he doesn't want me anymore…. Why do I keep trying…? Tristan knew Chase was plagued with a sense of insecurity from what he told him. But everything was gone. He had nothing left– just his lonely self. Tristan got slowly to his feet, but by the time he got out, Chase was long gone. …I can't believe this…
(Time skipperu?)
(To when?)
(What if it’s a few months later, when Chase gets another boyfriend?)
(just an idea)
( ;-; okay….)
