A/N: The picture on the side bar is Sven Csongar, as Gloss Kaiser Schlund!
Good news: I have written the first chapter of 'Accidentally Loving Mr. Step-Father', and I'm so excited to publish it. I will soon!
Bad news:
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Chapter 27
Gloss Kaiser Schlund
Darkest Time
A day has passed since the date. Noah and I have gone closer than before. In Mom and Richard's point of views, Noah and I seem to be doing brotherly things. Like, making jokes (sexual hints), shoving playfully (with sometimes a peck on the lips without them seeing us), and touching body parts.
Chelsie and Noah are broken up. Noah broke it off. The news spreaded like a plague in the school. It's still going around the school. Chelsie has been throwing deathly glares at me, but my mind always says don't beat that bitch. Everyone pressumes that Chelsie has cheated on Noah again, but whenever Chelsie speaks, nobody believes her. She became a plain girl, with a status of 'Regular Student'.
Last night was incredible and perfect and magical. Although my back still hurts and sore, I do my best to ignore it and pretend that I'm okay. Noah is worried about me, but I just keep telling him that I'm totally fine and okay.
Someone taps me on my shoulder and I spin around to look at the person who tapped me. It's Beau.
Beau smiles at me and I feel like a bitch suddenly. Did I give him a hope? To be with me? I like him. I really do. But I'm in love with Noah. I love Noah. Nobody can take that away, or remove the feelings. He furrows his brows as he leans down and places his palms on my shoulders, gripping it softly. Looking at my left side, Noah is looking at us, jealousy flickering in his eyes, his lips twitching. He's so cute when he's jealous! God, I'm going to reward him later.
"What's wrong, Gloss?" Beau asks me as he looks at me with a confuse expression. "Is something wrong?"
"There is," I say, drawing in a breath, mustering a courage to talk to him. It's time to put closures. "We need to go to a secluded area. This is really important."
"Okay..."
He takes my hand, and I shut my eyes, wiggling my hand out of his soft grip. Beau stops and looks at me again, confused. Holding hands with him is so wrong. Noah might take the wrong impression and might go ballistic about it. Plus, Noah is my boyfriend now, and the only one who has the right to hold my hands is none other than him. He reluctantly looks away and leads me to a secluded place.
The new building.
Beau makes sure that no one is around and faces me. He takes a deep breath and tilts his head. That's his way of telling me to speak, and confess. He probably has picked my sudden change of mood. Beau is really a great person. But I'm not the right man for him. I'm part of his life, but I'm not the one for him. Taking a deep breath, shutting my eyes, I open my mouth, but no words come out of it.
Hurting him is inevitable. Confessing will hurt him. Telling will hurt him. Breaking his hope will hurt me. But the slap will be less painful.
"Beau, you know that I'm your friend," I say, looking at him straight in the eyes. "We're... it's not going to be in level 2. I'm not doing this to hurt you, but in anyway, this will hurt you, but it's not my intention."
"I get it," he says sadly, hanging his head low, staring at his feet. "I'm not good for you."
"It's not like you're not good for me. It's just that I'm not the right person for you. You will meet people in the future, you will meet the right man for you one day, just not today, much less, not me. Believe me, I like you. But I'm in love with someone else."
"Lucky him," he says, faking a smile. "Gloss, I really like you. But it's your decision. I know that I don't stand a chance with you in the first place. I just know. You have a special place in my heart. I'm just kind of sad that..."
"Don't be,"
"If I would have been the first man you'd ever met, I might have been your lover right now. But you can't always have what you want, right? You can't always wish for something too late."
"Someone is waiting for you. He may not know that he's waiting, but you'll meet him someday and you guys will be in love with each other."
"Yeah..." Beau says, scratching the back of his neck, uneasy smile tugged on his lips. Awkward. "So, who's the lucky man?"
"Noah," I blurt out and mentally face palm myself. I'm just too proud that Noah is my boyfriend and not anyone's. But Noah isn't ready to go public yet. People have pressumed that we are brothers, that we are blood-related. But we aren't.
"Your brother?" He asks me incredulously, eyes wide. I shake my head. "So different Noah, then."
"Idiot, Noah Gerald Sky is my boyfriend." I state and Beau's mouth hangs open, staring at me in shock. "He's not my brother. We aren't even blood related. He's gay. Noah broke up with Chelsie because he wanted to be with me. But he isn't ready to go public yet."
"Who would have thought that the great Noah Gerald Sky is gay?" He asks the air, not looking at me. "Seriously?" I nod. He tells me that we need to go back in cafeteria, and that we're better as friends. He also tells me that Noah has been throwing glares at him, because he's jealous of him. Beau has figured it all now.
I'm glad that our friendship didn't break.
As we make towards the cafeteria, all the eyes immediately trained on me. On me. Everybody goes silent, and they just look at me. Uneasiness bubbles inside me, making me uncomfortable as my eyes roam around the faces of people in the cafeteria.
Then they start murmuring with their friends as they look at me. News. Bad. Kaila runs to me and tells me something about my love life, Derek and Ashton behind her.
Derek and Ashton start telling me something about the news that travelled just minutes ago. It's about me. Scared. What kind of news is this?
The doors bang open, revealing a very furious Noah. All eyes immediately land on him and he looks everywhere, finding someone. Then he snarls at Chelsie.
"Well, well, look, it's my ex, who's having a relationship with a guy." Chelsie says, laughing menacingly as he looks between Noah and I.
My eyes widen in shock, and my heart beat's pace quicken as the words sink in my head. Relationship with Noah. A guy. News. Chelsie. I suddenly get a headache just from hearing the news. How did they know? Who told them?
Walking behind Chelsie, is none other than Nerie Julberts, the school's reporter wannabe.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Chelsie?" Noah snarls at her ex-lover, who's smiling shamelessly.
"There's nothing wrong with me, Noah." Chelsie spats, glaring at Noah. "You. There's something wrong with you. You are in a relationship with your brother. That's incest!"
"We're not!" Noah shouts. Boom. My heart nearly shatters at Noah's denying words. But I have to understand that Noah isn't ready to go out of the closet, and to announce our relationship. "And we're not brothers, Chelsie. Gloss is just my step-brother. We aren't blood related. So that incest thing is out. What made you think that I'm dating him?"
"I've heard Gloss talking with Beau about you and him having a relationship." Nerie butts in, flipping her hair in a slutty and unattractive way. "My words are always true, Noah. You know it. Everyone believes my words because it's always true. It has always been."
"We. Are. Not. Dating." Noah says through clenched teeth, his voice going cold and deathly. "Why would I date him?" A shot of bullet made of Noah's words in my heart.
"You better stop this shit, Nerie." John says, stepping in.
"Proof," Chelsie says, and Nerie shows a video of Beau and I talking. She plugs her cellphone in a speaker, and raises the volume, so everyone can hear.
My little speech goes around the room, about dating Noah. And they all look at me, some at Noah. Noah trembles in fear, and he looks like he will have a panic attact. He takes a deep, huge breath and his next words struck me hard. Tears well up in my eyes as the words go inside my head, replaying and replaying and replaying.
"That's just a game," Noah says confidently. "A deal. It's to make fun of Gloss. Make him fall for me. A deal. I didn't know that he'd take it very seriously."
Beau is about to run and hit Noah, but I just hold his arm tightly and hang my head low. A deal. Make fun of me. A dare. It's not true. He doesn't love me. Prank.
"Yes, it's only a deal, Chelsie and Nerie." Mike states. "We had a dare, and that's to make Gloss fall for him. You know how we are. We always do this shit. So, you better kneel down and apologize or else you'll be gone in this school."
Clenching my teeth, preventing the tears to spill out of my eyes, I shut my eyes tightly and that's when I hear the judge of the world. The students laugh. At me. For being miserable. For being in pain. For being hurt.
Last night was just part of his game. Noah's game. I made love with him. He had sex with me. I was serious about him. He made fun of me.
I can't take this anymore, so I run. Last night, I thought, was the beginning of letting go. Letting go of my fears and ghosts. I went here by driving. As I get outside, the sky is now turning dark, indicating that it's about to rain. I get in my car, and start the engine. The car roars to life. And I head off.
8 hours of driving is freaking crazy. The tears keep spilling down my cheeks and it's raining cats and dogs. Noah's words keep replaying inside my head like it's on a repeat option.
Mistake.
My focus is not on the road, it's on nothingness. I feel empty and broken. It feels like Noah has stabbed my heart with a large dagger made of heart-wrecking words. I played his game.
'Sunday is family day!' Mom said as she smiled lovingly at Dad. 'But tonight is also our a very special day!'
'It's Mom and Dad's anniversary! Yay!' I chirped, laughing.
'So, where are we going?' Dad asked mom, who was resting her head on dad's shoulder.
'Anywhere,' said Mom.
'It's your anniversary. Let's have a dare. Kiss mom, Dad!' I dared them. Dad laughed real hard and Mom shook his head, smiling. 'Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!'
'Alright, kiddo. Just one,' Dad chuckled.
'Just one?' Mom pouted.
'Nope,'
They kissed. The car crashed. Everything went black.
The painful memories come back. The dare. The kiss. The dark road. The incident. Someone horns a car, and I snap out of my thoughts.
I turn right and the car makes a wooshing sound as it goes right, the wet road isn't helping. Then the car spins around on the round, and my head hits the window of the door of the driver's seat. It cracks, and blood drips down my head across my cheek, dripping underneath my chin. The sudden impact makes me dizzy, and the car is still spinning. Then it crashes on a big rock, and my head, once again, hits the steering wheel.
It all started in a single and simple dare. As my vision blurs, my mind flashes an image of Noah kissing me, having an intimate moment with me, the bickerings, and the pranks. My eyes flutter to close, and soon, the darkness takes over my body, and I drift into what I guess a heavy slumber.
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Word count: 2,021.
D&T: December 11, 2014, 7:14PM.
Sorry. *cries*
I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry. So so sorry! So so so sorry! *cries heavily*