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BAD CUPID

Created By; Snow Marisvega

Chapter 80

Henry's P.O.V

I watched him sleep with a smile as I trailed my finger down his back, his head rested on my arm and I was able to look at him. He looked so peaceful as he slept, no one would have thought a guy with a sharp tongue as Dylan could ever look this peaceful.

I was glad that everything was settled, Johnathan got what he deserved. Hell, he deserved more than jail. He had caused Dyl's friends a lot of pain, he had caused Dyl a lot of pain. He was the reason Dylan was sad, the reason he was always bitter. He was the one who put tears in his eyes for years and took every good thing away from him, I can't believe I almost fell for his tricks every time he approached me and tried to be that nice guy that didn't exist.

I was furious cause I got to know about this late, I could have done more harm to him but I knew what my anger could lead to and I know that if Dylan had not tried to stop me from continuously hitting Johnathan at school, he would have needed surgery and would be in a coma by now. It wasn't the first time the coma thing had happened.

I like Dylan, a lot. He made me feel some certain things that I never felt and I liked, it scared me at first but I liked what I felt for him and knowing he felt the same way made me smile more. Homecoming was a miracle I'd say, it was nice going to homecoming with someone you liked and having fun. I never did that but he changed that about me, I have never danced with anyone except during the whole coronation thing and I enjoyed my first homecoming dance with him.

I hated seeing him in pain, i hated seeing the tears in his eyes. He'd always and I mean always try to lie to me and tell me everything was fine but I knew better, I knew when he lied cause his eyes never sparkled like they normally did. Even when he'd put on the best fake smile in the market that even angels would buy and think he was okay, those eyes gave it away. Those crystal blue eyes of his that drove me crazy, I could stare at them forever and we don't even need to talk. We always had a comfortable silence. I knew he liked the color of my eyes and he had no idea how much I loved the color of his. They reminded me of crystals, they reminded me of the sea. They reminded me of peace and cereals, they reminded me of how beautiful the moon was, I could see it clearly in his eyes. They reminded me of the ice cream that I had forgotten what they tasted like. They made my heart race and I loved him for that.

His smile is contagious, they bring me back to life, to the light every time I'm being sucked into the darkness by every other thing that triggers me. He was my peace. He is my antidote.

His hair reminded me of snow, what it was like to have them in my hands like I did many years ago. They were soft, they were perfect.

God, he was so perfect

I smiled as I ran my hand through his soft hair gently, life felt good at this moment. I was smiling more than I used to and even I had to admit it. I haven't cared about someone like I did for him this much. A text from him would make me smile and I would always laugh whenever I remembered that text I got from him when he was drunk, it was really funny but he had no idea the amount of trouble he could have gotten himself into that night. Johnathan wasn't the second guy I had hit because of Dylan, the guy at the club was.

The guy who almost had his way with drunk stupid Dylan until he came to his senses.....halfway. I was also at the same club with a friend when I saw him and his friends. Later, I couldn't find him anywhere when I had turned and so I went to search for him. I saw how panicked he looked when he got out of the bathroom and my fists clenched angrily, I felt the rage and didn't stop it cause I already knew what went on and I just walked past him, our shoulders touched but I didn't turn to look at him cause he didn't need to know I was there. I had beaten the crap out of the man that night and I couldn't stop punching him for trying to get his hands on what was mine, I lost it. It went dark. Even when he was unconscious I couldn't stop cause I hated that he had his filthy hands on my Dylan knowing he was drunk. I didn't think, I wasn't thinking at all and I ignored the pain I felt on my knuckles. I left him there angrily and when Dylan was back with his friends, I left. I left cause I didn't like watching him talk and flirt with the bartender, it set me off and I didn't know why it did then. I was furious and I left, I took a chic home and I couldn't even get it up until i thought of the boy with white hair.

He really didn't deserve everything that was happening to him. He didn't deserve to feel the pain he did but I guess we're only humans and this life is way fucked up than any of us thinks. I didn't just end up falling for his looks, I liked the way he talked, the way he walked. His sassy ways, his sarcasm that drove me crazy. His laughter was music to my ears, my day was always awful until I would set my eyes on him or hear his voice.

I would be lying if I said I haven't thought about holding him even when we were enemies, I would be lying if said I haven't masturbated to his image in my head. I would be lying if I said I haven't thought of what sex with him would be like and tonight I got to know. It was perfect. I am actually glad that he had not had sex in more than a year because that did some good. Sex with him was better than my mind conjured. I have had girls offer me their virginity but it was a no from me cause I don't want them turning to an obsessed emotional wreck and it's not every time you get a girl who's tight and Dylan's not even a virgin and yet he felt like one, when he was squeezing me it sent me to some paradise that I had never been to.

Last night was something that I was sure I would never forget. The feeling of our sweats dropping on each other, the feeling of me in him. The feeling of him on top. He really was no amateur and there was a time he screamed out unannounced when I slammed into him, it seemed like I had hit his sweet spot, I don't know what that's called but I know it starts with a p. I had not had sex with any girl since that night cause they always seemed to do something wrong that set me off, they didn't kiss like he did, they didn't taste like he did, their touch didn't send me those lightening bolts like his touch did. They didn't get me aroused like he did when he bit his lower lip or when he moaned for me, or when he'd just smirk. They didn't. He knew how to do all of that and he didn't even need to try. Who was this kid that broke me with just his eyes? I went crazy. I releases all my sexual frustration on him cause it was his fault after all for making me find faults in everyone. I ignored his loud moans slash screams, they even turned me on the more. When I had asked him if I was hurting, he told me to shut up and better not stop or he'd slap me with a shovel.

I grinned once I remembered the feeling of my skin against his, of skin slapping skin. The way I wanted more of him, like I couldn't get enough. Every time we tried to go past making out the devil came in form of Jaxton and Zoila and interrupted.

Fuck, I hate them both.

Two rounds. Two fucking rounds before we decided to go to bed and call it quits. If my bed wasn't strong, it would have been broken. I was getting aroused again just thinking of it but he most certainly needed his sleep and I wasn't gonna wake him cause I was horny for the third time. He muttered something in his sleep and moved closer, placing his head on my chest and I planted a small kiss on his head as I went back to drawing a straight line on his back with my fingers.

I felt happy. I was happy. I was actually happy. I can't really explain what he does to my heart but it scares me and I am also scared of him knowing about me. I was scared he was gonna figure me out and hate me. He would never see me the same way he did.

I still have nightmares about it, that's why I don't sleep at night. He doesn't seem to know that cause when he sleeps, it's like he's dead at that moment and I also don't want him knowing. That day still haunts me every night, he doesn't need to know but he's Dylan and that's what makes it worse. He's always curious and wants an answer. He's starting to ask and when he asks, I lose my mind and I always say things to get him off my back. To get him to stop prying but I fear one day he'll know. One day he'll reopen these wounds and I don't know what would become of me if he left me for my past. I know I should tell him but I can't. He'll eventually know and I want to enjoy this good thing I have now before it gets taken away from me.

He might have had a horrible past but he didn't have blood in his hands like I did.

Dylan's P.O.V

I opened my eyes slowly and blinked twice to get the blur to turn into a full vision as the room was slowly filled with light. I felt strong hands around me from behind and I didn't need anyone to tell me it belonged to him. I smiled once what happened last night flashed in my head. The Wild sex! My hips arched This guy was a goddamn beast, no wonder everyone wanted to have sex with him. Of course he started slow just for me to adjust to his size and get used to it and then he says he's gonna go fast cause he can't do slow no more and he didn't go fast, he went on full speed and oh God! When he hit my prostrate! I swear I saw stars. That bastard did things to me that no one did. Things i didn't think existed.

Hashtag best fucking sex ever!

Last night was amazing, last night was perfect. There was no way I was gonna forget it even if I died and was reborn! No fucking way! It was the best sex of my fucked up life and I can't even stop smiling about it. He turned me into a whore, I finally saw my whore self and boy is he a real slut that belongs in a brothel.

How in God's name did he do that?

Sex with Henry was worth the wait, I was thankful that I had not had sex with anyone for a year and few months because Henry enjoyed how tight I was and it sent him mad.....literally.

I liked the comforting feeling of his hands around me, I liked that I woke up by his side and he had not left me alone on the bed. I liked the care I was getting from him, how long would it last?

I quickly frowned when I felt something poking me from behind, it was literally poking me. I pushed my ass back a little just to be hundred percent sure cause sometimes minds does play tricks and it could be something else but it was what I thought it was.

I sighed. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I said out loud. "Henry!" I whisper called.

"Hmm, good morning." He muttered and Nuzzled my neck, his voice really deep and like extremely hot this morning.

"You've got a morning situation." I chuckled

I felt him smile against my neck. "It's him saying good morning to you too." He said and tightened his grip.

I smiled. "I need to take a shower and go home, I stink of sex and cum." I said and sat up but quickly regretted that choice and winced once I felt that mighty pain at my ass. We clearly took things too far last night.

He really did destroy me.

"You okay?" He asked softly.

"Yeah I am. It's not like I'm sore because you ripped me into two or something." I sarcastically replied.

"You see," he chuckled and yanked me back to the bed and pulled me into his chest, tucking my head under his chin. "That's a sign for you to stay in bed with me for a little while and not go anywhere." He muttered, still sounding sleepy.

"Henry! You're fucking crushing me! I'm only bones remember." I whispered.

He hummed.

I started to struggle to get a little space between us. "Henry!"

"No."

"How about I go shower first and put on some clothes?"

"Do you have to wear clothes?" He asked, his voice deep again and I chuckled. "Go to sleep." He ordered

"Yes. Yes I do have to wear clothes." I replied and pushed his arm away. I snatched the sheets off the bed and wrapped it around myself and gently stood up. I made my way towards his bathroom as I stared at all of our clothes on the floor and a smile appeared on my face, I closed the door door once I got in and let out a sigh

This was a nice feeling.

***

I got out of the bathroom in Henry's black shirt and boxer which he had lent me and no, they weren't my size since he was bigger and I had to everything I could to make sure the boxers doesn't fall off. Henry was currently taking a shower and I was on his bed watching TV cause it's not everyday you see a teenager your age with a TV in their room. My stomach growled for the forth time and I finally decided to go down and probably make something, Henry was taking too long and I couldn't wait. Pausing what I was watching, I made my way out of Henry's room and down the stairs to the kitchen.

No one seemed to be home, it was quiet and the living room had no humans. I walked to the fridge and opened it to check for whatever I could have for breakfast.

"Good morning."

I gasped with fear and quickly turned with the speed of light only to see Zoila leaning on the kitchen counter with a smile. "Jesus," I clutched my chest. "You scared the hell out of me."

"Sorry, my bad." She smiled and I closed the fridge.

"Hi." I awkwardly smiled at her.

"Hi," she replied and looked at what I was wearing. "Are those Henry's clothes?" She asked with a smirk.

I examined the clothes as if I didn't know the answer to that. "Um, y-yeah. I...I slept over and I didn't have what to wear and he was kind enough to....lend me his clothes."

She nodded. "Oh, that's nice." I fake smiled. "That wasn't the only thing he was kind to you for, huh?"

I frowned. "Huh?"

"How do you feel this morning?" Her smile was weird and suspicious.

"Good. Very good." I still had that fake smile on, I really hope she didn't suspect anything. We weren't that loud last night.

"Oh thank God. I thought he must have ripped you apart last night after your tutorial section." She said with a smirk, a smirk that said she knew.

My face was definitely red at this moment, red with embarrassment. She knew. She fucking knew.

"I don't understand what your talking about."

"Mmhmm, sure." She smirked. "Everyone heard it though so," she shrugged.

My eyes widen

Oh my God.

"I um.."

"I'm so glad you're both together." She squealed. "Oh my God, you both look so good together and he's always protective of you and whenever we start to talk about you, his ears starts to get red like your face and-"

"I'm gonna go now," I said and walked past her real quick.

"Hey! We haven't even hanged out once!"

I turned back to her. "Yeah, later we will. Right now I'm dying of embarrassment and need to go jump out of the window from Henry's room to end it quick." I said and raced up the stairs and into Henry's room, shutting the door behind me.

Henry was out, hair wet, a towel around his waist and at his closet. He looked like the god of the sea, he was even hotter. I forgot everything I wanted to rant about once he looked at me, a frown plastered on his face and his brow rose.

"What's wrong?"

And then I came back to reality and shook my head before making my way to him. "Everyone heard us last night!" I whisper yelled. "Oh my God, I wanna die."

"So? What's wrong if they heard us?"

I gave him a look of disbelief. "Are you kidding me? It is so embarrassing! Oh my God. Your mom heard!"

"Step mom." He quickly corrected coldly, with a blank expression.

"Yeah, sorry." I blinked. "I cannot show my face to any of them and Zoila isn't as cute as she should be for a girl her age."

"You say 'her age' like she's a nine year old." He snorted and turned his attention back to his closet.

"This is so embarrassing! Oh my God! Was I that loud?" I covered my face.

He chuckled. "Don't stress yourself, your screams were for me and I don't care if they heard you last night, besides you were a whole new creature and one day I'll make the neighbors also hear your screams."

"You're annoying." I said and made my way to his bed not cause of what he said but cause of what it did to me, I was becoming a walking blush because of him. Henry chuckled and took off his towel showing his bare ass, I bit my nails as I stared at his perfect ass and perfect body until he put on a pair of black boxer and a white top and turned, I had to look away. He and made his way to the bed as well with a smile and laid beside me.

"Hey," he called and I didn't answer, he chuckled and kissed my hand. "So, you're gonna ignore me?" He asked as he kissed my arm.

Yes.

"Come on, I only said the truth." He laughed and I just stared at the TV which wasn't even playing anything and was paused. The next thing I felt was me being pulled on top of him.

I gasped. "Ashcroft!"

"Dexwell."

"Stop!"

"Nuh uh."

I felt myself smiling. "I swear I'll kill you if you don't let me go."

"You know you can't stay mad at me." He said and kissed my neck.

"Henry! I will kill you!"

"If you kill me then who will kiss and make out with you exactly like I do, hmm?" He cocked his brow like the cocky asshole he was. "I'll tell you, no one."

I snorted. "Pfft, please. There are many guys in Eastwood that can do better. I'll just go to Christian, I'm sure he's a better kisser than you are." I was instantly flipped and in a second, I was the one laying on my back and he was on me. He really didn't...look happy. He looked pissed, like I had said the wrong thing but hey, he started it.

"You'll go to Christian?"

I'm pretty sure this is the part where I'd say no.

"Yup," I nodded. I knew he felt threatened by Christian, it was all over his face and he's been acting like a douche whenever he saw Christian and I talk which was before our little fight. "I wonder how his lips taste though, I'm thinking vanilla."

He snorted and got off me, he muttered something that I didn't hear and I cocked my brow. He looked really mad and I chuckled.

"Henry! Are you mad?"

Obviously, but you can't tell me I'm the only one who asks stupid questions even though I hate them.

"Forget it." He said deeply, he stood up and before he could walk away, I quickly crawled and grabbed his hand.

"Come on," I whined and pulled him back to the bed. He didn't smile one bit and just sat on the bed not even facing me, I'm pretty sure he was battling with himself in that head of his. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and placed my head on his shoulder.

"I was kidding," I chuckled softly. "No Christian."

"Out of everybody, you choose Christian?"

"Henry, you'd be dead by then and he's my only choice." I fought the urge to laugh.

"I'm going downstairs." He said and tried to stand up but I pushed him back down with a laugh.

"Okay. Okay. Fine, no Christian. Sorry." I said and placed a kiss on his cheek.

He didn't reply but I felt him relax, it was funny how threatened he seemed to be cause of Christian.

"And you don't get to talk about Christian around me either. I respect that he's your friend but can you not mention him around me?"

I huffed. "Okay, I won't. What do I even wanna tell you about Christian anyways? The size of his dick?"

His head snapped to my side to look at me with a deep scowly and it all made me wanna laugh. I knew he was gonna stand and leave so I held him tighter, or tried to when he stood up angrily and walked towards the door which meant i had no Henry to hold onto and so I was sent to the ground with a scream.

"Ow!"

Henry was by my side in a flash. "Shit, are you okay?" He looked really concerned and I knew he was still mad so I decided to use this to my advantage.

I shook my head. "It hurts. My ass hasn't even fully healed and then this happens. It hurts! Ow!"

He picked me up from the floor and walked to the other side of the bed before placing me on it. "What part of your body hurts?"

"I think one of my kidney stopped working." I cried, he shot me a look and I laughed.

"Are you for real?"

"Come'ere." I pulled him on top of me. "I've survived worse, that little fall was nothing."

"You are so dramatic."

"I haven't even shown you how dramatic I can be."

"I hate you." He muttered.

"That's my line." I said and kissed him with a smile. "Am I forgiven?"

"Not quite."

I kissed him again and arched my brow. "Now?"

He shook his head. "I'm still thinking about it."

I giggled and kissed him again, longer this time. "Now?"

"Hm? Wait." He said and kissed me this time, I giggled in between kisses and pulled him closer and BAM! My stomach growled, he pulled away and arched his brow and I bit my bottom lip to stop me from laughing.

"Yeah, I'm kinda hungry."

He chuckled a little and got off me, he began making his way to the door and turned to me with an arched brow. "If you're expecting me to bring you breakfast in bed then you better fully wake up and follow me downstairs pretty boy."

I scowled at him. "You are....never mind." I got off the bed and he smirked. "Well, let's go Ashcroft."

He walked out and I followed behind him, shutting his door once I was out. We both walked down the stairs and in the living room sat Danny and Zoila. Their heads turned and a smile was plastered on their faces, the same kind of smile.

"Well, hello." Danny greeted.

"Hi."

"Shouldn't you be at work?" Henry asked blankly, his smiley face had disappeared and was replaced with a cold look.

"It's Sunday, stupid."

Danny had a kinda childish attitude for an adult with a deep voice, it was only when that deep voice seemed to be used that I remembered he was a real adult.

"So, how was your night boys?" Danny asked and in those eyes of his and with that smile on his face, it showed he knew.

Well shit.

"It was-"

"None of your business." Henry said and pulled me to the kitchen and yes, I did catch a glimpse of Zoila whispering something to him as Henry dragged me.

"Well, if that wasn't embarrassing enough then I wonder what could top your family hearing us having sex." I said with a not so genuine smile.

"Have you called your mom today?"

"N-"

"Hey, Dylan." Zoila called and I turned.

"Turns out you're all over the internet." She said as she made her way towards us.

I frowned. "All over the internet? W-What'd you mean?"

"You're trending, well....your school's drama is." She said and handed me her phone, I took it from her and first I'm gonna say she was using a phone bigger than mine but meh. I looked at the screen and she was right. They were talking about our school and what happened last night and there was even a video to prove it, definitely from one of the students. "It's literally everywhere and people actually adore you," she grinned and took her phone back from me. "I'm gonna tell everyone you're my cousin's boyfriend and the boy who stood beside you was my beloved grumpy cousin." She grinned and turned, her phone rose and she took an unexpected selfie with us. She looked at her phone and back at us. "You both should have at least smiled but I guess you used all your energy last night so I don't blame you boys." She said with a smile and walked away, her hair flipping.

I blinked and looked at Henry. "Just great."

"It'll be fine."

"I know, I just-"

"What matters is the rapist is in jail." Daniel said from behind us, I looked away from Henry and at Daniel who had his arms folded.

"I'll be right back." Henry said and dashed up the stairs.

"Just how small is this town?" I asked.

"Small but not that small." Danny replied.

I sighed.

"Everyone's thanking you for getting that girl justice."

"Well she's my best friend and I didn't do what I did for publicity."

"Hey," he walked up to me. "You're a good kid. My mother likes you."

"I haven't even spent twenty minutes with her."

"Exactly." He smiled. "You're doing something to Henry, you're making him happier then he normally is."

"That cold look he shot you when we got down is your definition of happy? It was that bad?"

He nodded, chuckling. "Yeah. Henry's smiling more and I did notice the change. Everyone did. He likes you. It's all thanks to you." He smiled.

"Y'all make it look like his life has been nothing but darkness ever since the beginning." I said once I remembered what Mr. Rowen said last night. "What made him this way? I sometimes feel like he's holding back.

"Cause he is," he replied. "He still have scars from his past that reminds him of what has happened and it drives him crazy and pushes him back. He has his own demons and they are way stronger and that's why he's this cold hearted, angry being."

"What scars? What happened? Is this about his mother?"

I needed answers.

"Danny, you have to tell me. Please. I want to help him, i know he's dealing with something but I don't know what and he won't open up to me." I frowned. "Tell me."

His brows shot up. "Fine. But only cause i believe you can help him." I nodded. "This isn't just about his mom but our father too."

"Speaking about your father, I have never seen him and shouldn't he be home today?"

"Our father isn't here cause he's dead."

"O-Oh, I um...I'm sorry, I didn't know, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine." He smiled. "It's been years anyways, I run his company that's why I always am at the office. Henry isn't done with school yet and isn't of age yet so he can't join me yet." He shrugged.

"Oh,"

"Anyways, this kinda goes way back to when he was still a kid." My brows knitted, I really needed to know why he was always angry. What made him thus way? What triggered this anger?. "Henry's mother was-"

"DANIEL!" A cold, harsh voice called startling me and making me turn but Dan didn't flinch. Henry looked murderous, he was mad and he had his fists clenched and his eyes held this darkness. He was furious. "What did you say to him?"

"I didn't say anything, Henry. Calm down." Daniel said dryly.

"Don't fucking lie to me! I heard you mention my mom! What. Did. You. Say." He asked and made his way towards Daniel who didn't back down and said nothing, the next thing I knew he had punched Daniel and Zoila screamed.

"Henry!" I yelled. Daniel stood back up and began making his way towards the angry hawk when I quickly ran to their middle to stop a blood bath from happening. "Boys! Stop!" I pushed Henry back and looked at Daniel. "Please!"

"Why are you always fucking angry over everything?" Daniel yelled at him as he wiped his bloody lip.

Henry clenched his fist and began making his way back to his brother. I knew what was about to come since I was with an angry bird, so I quickly placed both hands on Henry's chest, trying to stop him from going further.

"Hey! He didn't say anything, okay? Henry!"

"Why the fuck would he speak to you about something that he shouldn't be talking about."

"Henry, let us just go back inside."

"What exactly did he say to you?"

"Nothing."

"You are lying."

"I'm not!" He still tried to make his way towards his brother and kill him.

"What did you fucking say!" Henry yelled.

"Henry!" He really was mad and it only made me more curious. This was most certainly my fault. Shit.

He was panting angrily, glaring daggers at his brother who should be running the hell out of here. "Hey! Hey! Squidward Quincy Tentacles, look at me!" I snapped my fingers in his face and his attention shifted to me, so did his eyes. 

"Breathe, you are literally about to blow up this house because you have an anger bomb in your head. Calm down, if you fight your brother, it will not make you feel any better, you'll just have blood everywhere and turn this house upside down and I am not gonna help you clean shit up." I told him. "Daniel didn't say. He was going to, but he didn't and it is not his fault at all, I was the one who pressured him to tell me."

He looked away from me and back at his brother. "Hey, don't look at him! I said look at me, Batman." I said, and he did. "Relax, okay?" I rubbed his arm gently. "It's me you should be mad at, not that i would let you raise your voice at me but this isn't Daniel's fault." I told him,  his fast breathing slowly reduced and I felt him calm down a little.

Gee. I should be a therapi-

Henry quickly grabbed my arm  before I could finish my thoughts, and before I could say anything, he was pulling me  along with him, up the stairs and to his room.

"You know you can just say I should follow y-"

He slammed his door shut. "What did he really say to you?" He said and walked towards me.

"Nothing, I promise."

"That fucking asshole!" He sneered.

"I-It's not his fault, I asked him to tell me."

"WHY DID YOU FUCKING ASK HIM ABOUT MY MOTHER?" He yelled angrily and I flinched taking a step back. "YOU HAD NO RIGHT! NO RIGHT!"

I flinched at every word since he yelled, this had gone from a zero to a hundred real quick.

He had snapped.

He sighed and turned, a hand on his hip as he ran the other hand though his hair angrily. His phone rang on the dresser, he approached it and picked it, smashing it on the wall with an angry yell and I flinched in fear.

"Henry, stop!" I said with a frown. "I'm sorry that I asked, but just....stop."

"WHAT!" He turned. "You're gonna leave too? Fine. FUCKING GO! I DON'T CARE! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! I DON'T EVEN WANT YOU HERE! I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU'RE FUCKING ANNOYING AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME! SO GET THE FUCK OUT!" He demanded angrily and I had to admit his tone frightened me cause it was icy cold and loud. "You should leave."

But I wasn't stupid, I knew what he was doing. Anyone would have believe this act. As hurtful as those words sounded and should have been, I wasn't really mad. He was angry, yes. But he was also sad, really sad and he was saying things about me leaving when I had said nothing about that which meant he had gone through something like that. Someone left him. Was it his mom? Whatever was happening, he was hurting bad. He didn't hate me. That one was obvious. He was trying to push me away. He was a walking mystery and he prevented anyone cracking his code and knowing about his pain, about what bothered him and made him the angriest boy in the planet by pushing them away and I knew that. I wasn't gonna leave him be. I wasn't gonna be Clay Jenson and leave him when he didn't want me too and didn't have to be alone, he was just saying things out of anger like he always did and he was really good at pissing people off and pushing them away, he knew the words to say. He was a real jerk. A jerk who was hurting.

I made my way towards him and when I stood in front of him, I just stared into those eyes and I saw how they were filled with so much pain. Not anger. Pain and I felt bad for him. Those eyes gave away his stupid mask, the glare that he had fixed on his face to get me to leave but I wasn't leaving.

"No."

"Dylan."

"Shut up."

He frowned. "Dyl, I said-"

"I know what you said and my answer is no." I said firmly. "You're hurting. You replace your sadness with anger. I'm no fool. I'm not going nowhere cause you need me and I don't care what you call me or say to me but I'm gonna give you my shoulder to cry on and be here for you so you better stop this façade and tell me whats hurting you."

He swallowed and just stared at me in disbelief, he said nothing and I flashed him a little smile.

"It's okay." I said softly and gave him a hug. "You need to calm your fucking ass down and just think about whatever makes you happy like pancakes and ice cream and raspberry smoothie. " I told him. "And if none of that still makes you feel better, maybe homecoming will? We literally just got rid of a psycho, we should be celebrating, not....this. So that should work? I think our dance was a special one, had me feeling a lot of things that I cannot explain." I said and he looked at me, his face not clouded with anger.

"Do you remember our first meeting together with principal Evans?" I chuckled. "How I wanted to punch your face so hard but ended up kissing it months later,"

"Shut up." He said softly, looking away so I wouldn't see him blush.

"Do not let your anger take over you, Henry. I used to have anger issues, you know? Really bad one that I would just blow out. Remember the quiz thingy? But ever since I met you and tried to help you with your anger, I think I unconsciously handled mine?" I shrugged.

" I'm not gonna leave here until you're smiling like you were this morning. I'm gonna stay by your side and give you the comfort you need." I assured him. "Because I'm supposed to be your fucking prince charming or whatever it is that makes a man giggle like a child."

Henry marched to me and wrapped his arms around me immediately.

"Oh,"

"I'm sorry." He muttered and held me tight.

"You bet your ass you are."

"I didn't mean any of it."

"I know, stupid." I muttered. "But you try to tame it, try to control it. Because, as much as I am here for you, I am not Bella from twilight and yes, I do love helping you with that, but I don't think you would like to lose me because of that anger of yours, Henry." I told him.

"You are beautiful, you are amazing and I know you hate how you act when you get angry, and it is not your fault, babes. But, let's work on it, okay?"

And then I heard him sob. Henry. Henry Ashcroft. AkA. Eastwood once upon a time fuckboy. A.k.A Mr. Mystery. A.K.A Henry! He was crying. His face placed on my shoulder as he sobbed. I was worried. I was worried about him. I patted his back gently as I whispered comforting words to him. Whatever this was, was testing him apart. It was breaking him. The more he bottled it up, the more it ate his emotions and pierced him. I was sad. I wanted to know what was wrong so I could help him but I didn't want to piss him off again. Maybe some other time.

"It's okay," I whispered and kissed his ear.

Henry's. P.O.V

And at that moment, I felt at peace in his arms. I felt like I could trust him with this version of myself. I let him see the weak part of me and it felt okay.

I was glad he didn't leave when i asked him to, I was actually dumbfounded and thought he would get mad and leave like he should but I guess he saw through my acts and stayed, he proved me wrong and made me understand he wasn't everyone. He didn't leave. I had scared him, I knew I did when I saw him flinch at every harsh word I yelled at him. He didn't like my tone but I couldn't stop myself. I didn't mean for that to happen, I never wanted to put him in such situation. I hated that I said such words to him and I hated that I had to say such when I was mad to get him out of my sight and be my sad pathetic self but he didn't let me go back to the dark.

He stayed.

He held me.

He hugged me. It was surprising and I didn't know what to do but getting such affection from him did something to me, it made me more emotional. It made me want to cry out to him. To hold him and never let him go. To keep him as mine.

I felt better in my arms.

I felt safe.

Accepted.

Wanted.

I felt like I was where I needed to be, in his arms.

He really was my antidote.

And as much as I wanted him to save me and be by my side, I had to admit-

I was scared.

***

Dylan's P.O.V

I walked into my house in my own clothes, holding my suit jacket with a smile. Henry had dropped me and didn't want to come in cause he didn't want to be interrogated. Not his words but you know my family.

After consoling Henry, we cuddled for a while and it was silent for a couple of minutes but I didn't care at that moment cause I had my own thinking to do and needed to know what he didn't want me to.

"Oh my God! Dylan! What the hell!" Mom scolded as she made her way towards me.

"Hi family."

"You dear son, are gonna be grounded." Dad said as he made his way towards us and stood next to mom.

I frowned. "Me? What'd I do?"

"You weren't picking up our calls and you didn't even call us to tell us you won't be coming home. I was worried and you know in my condition I shouldn't be thinking too much but I have a son like you and that can't happen."

"Momma." I gave her a hug. "I'm sorry, I just needed to think."

My grandparents came up to us and I received a kiss on my cheek from grandma and a hug from grandpa.

"We were worried." Grams said and I smiled at her.

"I'm sorry. I just...I had to think."

"We know about what happened at your school." Grandpa Felix said.

"Why didn't you tell me Raven was almost raped by that walking corpse?" Mom asked and then wiped the tears off her eyes. "And he also molested you. He also tried to have his way with my baby and you didn't tell us." They knew? "Why."

I gulped. "I wasn't gay yet," I shrugged. "I was scared. What would people think? A boy almost getting raped? I didn't know what to do." The looks they gave me made me feel awful about not telling them.

"And you decided to keep this from us? We're your parents." Dad said softly. "We care about you. The son of those pigs tried to rape my son and I get to hear about it about three years later. Boys get raped too. It's a big deal as well."

I looked down, teary all of a sudden. "I'm sorry."

"If we hadn't seen that video, we wouldn't have known about it! And we got to know when every other person did. We didn't get you the justice you!" She pointed at me. "You deserved! You hurt me by not telling me this son."

"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry dad. I just...I didn't know what to do." My voice cracked.

Mom sighed and gave me a hug. "I am going to press charges on that boy and give him extra sentence and I don't care what happens." She angrily said once she pulled away.

"Where were you last night?" Dad asked.

"Henry's. I lost track of time and slept there." I lied.

I can't tell them I had sex with Henry.

"How about you go up to your room." Grandpa Felix suggested. "Change and come down for lunch."

I nodded. Henry and I already ate lunch on our way here but could I say no to a worried family.

I walked up the stairs and to my room, I turned to close the door and when I turned back, two humans were sitting on my bed and I got startled.

"Seriously. I've had enough of that today." I sighed. "Why are you both in my room?" I gave them a suspicious look.

They both stood up. "Raven wanted to talk to you." Jax said.

"Hi." She smiled awkwardly. She had a red mini skirt on and a black top, accompanied by black high knee boots while Jaxton was wearing black pants and a blue shirt.

"Okay," I dropped my suit on my table and folded my arms. "Talk." I said with a blank look.

"Listen," she began. "I'm an awful best friend. I didn't give you a chance to explain things and I didn't trust you. I guess I was just too scared and after that night I was hurt. Johnathan is way smarter than we gave him credit for and I'm sorry that I said and did what I did." I didn't respond and they both just stared.

"Haven't I heard this before? Oh yeah, this scene right here reminds me of when you became a full blown bitch because I kissed Henry and didn't tell you, except now it's Jaxton taking my role."

"Dylan," Jaxton called softly.

I rose a hand at him. "I forgave you does not mean I forgot what you did, Jaxton. You should be worrying about yourself and where you stand in my life right now and not about Raven." I said and looked back at her.

"You are the worst kind of person in the world, Raven." I told her. "The worst friend a person could have."

Raven swallowed. 

"You don't trust me, you guys never trust me and always blame me for every shit. Do you know exhausting it gets when you try to be there for your friends but they waste no time in turning their backs on you?" I asked them. "You both are easily played by the enemy and then you push me aside, every time you get the chance, and I really cannot keep doing that with you, Raven."

"Dylan," Jaxton called softly. "I know what we did was really wrong-"

"Do you?" I turned to him.

He nodded. "And I will never forgive myself for being stupid over and over again. I realised I had a lot of learning and unlearning to do, and I have been doing that. I am a shitty friend. The fucking worst, and I am sorry. But please, let us hear her out."

"She is only going to say the same thing she always says, Dylan? The same I am so so so sorry. But sure," I turned to her with a fake smile. "Hit me, Jean Grey."

"Um," she gulped. "Dylan, I...I am so so so sorry for slapping you. I never should have done that. I should have trusted you more, you are right, and you've been through hell and I wasn't there to even help you. I haven't had someone defend me like you did, before you, Nixon was the only one there for me but he has his own life and time and time again you prove to me why I am so stupid to always doubt you." She let out a soft chuckle, I could hear the regret in her voice. "You gave me the justice I needed. You put that scoundrel away and I cannot thank you enough for that." A tear fell from her eye and she quickly wiped it off. "I would hate myself if our friendship ended. We've been through a lot together and we still have to go through much more together. We can't survive our problems without the other and I don't wanna lose you cause you matter to me," Raven said and picked up the small wrapped item on my bed which laid by her side.

I just watched her, the same way I did Jaxton. I wanted to make her suffer for some reason, I could feel that thing again inside me.m while she spoke. My eyes went to the item she had picked up, she tucked her hair behind her ear and I cocked my brow at her.

"What is that?"

"Red velvet. Your favorite. I thought I could bring a peace offering as well."

"And you think red velvet would solve this shit? Cake? What do I look like? The cake eating monster? The only cake I want to eat now is Henry's cakes but, that is not the point here." I said.

"I wish I could take it all back, Dylan. I wish there's something I could do to make you forgive me."

I nodded and put my hands down, smiling. "Okay."

They both frowned and looked at each other, almost like they knew something was coming.

"Okay, what?" Jaxton asked.

"W-What do you mean?" Raven questioned.

"There is something you can do," I said firmly, staring right at her with no emotion. She blinked, a mix of confusion and fear on her face as she looked at Jaxton again and then back at me.

"What?"

"I get to slap you back."

"What?" Her eyes widen.

"Dylan!" Jaxton's jaw dropped.

"Yes." I didn't take my eyes off her. "I get to slap you as well. Two fucking times. Like you slapped me." I said and took a step towards her. "Do we have a deal or should I ask you to get the hell out of my house?"

"Um.."

"Dylan, come on that's not fair. You are being a dick."

"You are one to talk, Jaxton." I cocked my brow at him and he went silent.

"N-No, it's okay." Raven gave him a weak smile. "Fine."

"Well,"  I walked over to her and stood in front of me, I watched her gulp and my eyes went back to hers. She placed the cake on the bed and sighed, pushing her hair back.

"Hit me." She said.

I swung my hand backwards and brought it to her face, she gasped and pushed her head to the side in fear as she waited for my hand to kiss her face but it didn't. I pulled my hand back and sighed, placing both hands on my waist.

"I can't hit you. Doesn't mean in the future I wouldn't." I said and she slowly turned to look at me. 

"You have a lot of learning and unlearning to do, Raven. It hurts like shit when your friends don't have your back, and you both can not name one time I didn't have your backs but I can name a couple of times you guys didn't have mine. You and Jaxton," I said and looked at him.

"I forgive you." I told her with a small smile.   "You two are my only friends anyways, and we are a toxic trio but oh well." I shrugged.

"I wish I could cause you both the pain you guys have caused me, but I am not that kind of a person." I said as I sighed softly.   "I am disappointed in myself that I just let this go again, but what can I do? I love you two."

"I am so so so sorry." Raven said, as she tried to hold back her tears.

"Me too." Jaxton said. "I feel so sick of myself for doing what I did to you. For what I said. For all I have said. I don't deserve to be friends with you, I really don't."

I nodded. "You are not wrong, but it's in the past now Sue and Johnny." I smiled at them. "We just have to be there for each other. Hopefully, you can have my back."

"Of course!" Jaxton nodded. "I promise."

"Me too." Raven nodded.

"Now can I have cake!" I said and took the cake from her.

"Thank you again, Dylan, for getting me justice."

"Of course." I nodded. "I'm your friend. Now, let us not talk about Johnathan anymore, shall we? Or about the past? I'm gonna text Henry real quick." I said and took out my phone.

"And God you looked stunning." Raven sighed. "Like....you should probably wear suits more often."

I smiled. "You looked beautiful too."

"And you and Henry?" Raven squealed.

"Oh my God, I know." Jaxton said and walked up to her. "And did you see them when they danced? My fangirl was fangirling." 

"I have wanted to talk about that all fucking night."

I looked at Raven as she and Jaxton talked about me and Henry and how cute it was, and while they spoke, I drained out their voices as I stared at her and my smile slowly faded.

Two.

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