“Hey fag! Where’s your little boyfriend? Did you finally chase him away?” someone mocked me.
“Of course he did, look at him!” another replied with a snicker.
I looked up at them and glared, causing them to flinch.
“Ugh. What are you doing talking to the freak? You might catch something,” Morgan scoffed.
“Thanks for the idea, Morgs!” I said as I strode towards him and caught his wrist, pulling him closer to me.
He looked absolutely disgusted for a moment, then smiled at me. After a few moments, an earnest expression crossed his face. It was like a switch had flipped in his mind and it freaked me out.
“I’m sorry. It was a joke. I didn’t mean to offend you,” he apologized softly, leaning in toward me.
I shoved him and my lip curled in distaste.
“Leave me alone,” I growled.
“Accept my apologyyyy,” he pleaded, grabbing my arm.
“I’m good. Go away!” I snapped, attempting to pry him off.
Suddenly a dark pair of hands covered my own. They easily pulled off Morgan. I looked up and smiled.
Standing quite a few inches taller than I, he forced my head to tilt upwards to examine him. His light brown eyes were clear, always shining with a mischievous light. His brown hair was dark and lightly gelled.
“Sorry I was a bit late,” he apologized.
Charlie shot a glare at Morgan, who sulkily shrunk back and disappeared. I shrugged.
“It’s fine. He was being stupid anyway, you know how he is,” I told him.
“And I also know how you are. Were they making fun of you for that again?” Charlie asked.
I paused.
“A lil bit,” I answered after a bit of consideration.
“It’s nothing you can prevent. It just is,” Charlie said, looking forward.
“I know,” I replied.
“You know it doesn’t actually affect you much,” he added.
“I know,” I repeated.
“I would know, we’re s-”
“Charlie! Calm down! It’s fine. It doesn’t matter,” I interrupted him.
“You look fucked up. Are you okay?” Charlie asked cautiously, stopping to stare at me.
“Yeah… I’m perfectly okay,” I said.
I hate how intuitive he is!
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