Harry's POV

"Conn!" At the door to the locker room stood Lacey. Connor's girlfriend. The look on her face was pure shock, her tawny eyebrows raised and her lips hanging open. Harry gazed at her for a while, once Lacey noticed she quickly shut her mouth. He tried not to feel guilty. But it was hard not to. She was, afterall, Connor's girlfriend. God, what was he thinking?

Connor was the first to speak, "Lacey. It's not what it looks like! He forced himself on me." Wow, what a liar. Harry glared at him, but didn't say anything.

There was no way to tell what Lacey was thinking. She wiped the shocked look and displayed what Harry supposed was her best poker face. That's when he noticed she wasn't wearing much clothes. He'd been too caught up staring at her and Connor's facial expressions.

"Hot bod Lace." Harry didn't know why he said that. It wasn't really going along with a his "gay" image. He almost laughed internally, there was no way Lacey was going to believe Harry unconsentedly kissed Connor.

She ignored his compliment and scowled at him. Harry knew when he wasn't wanted. "Look, this sounds like a problem the two of you should sort out by yourselves." He placed emphasis on the last words.

Harry glanced at Connor from the corner of his eye, the jerk was pointedly averting his gaze. Fine, he could stay in the closet.

He didn't feel like being there when the inevitable argument happened. Gathering his things, he walked purposefully towards Lacey and winked at her on his way out. He sensed Connor's stare burn into his back. Why didn't he tell the truth?

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Connor's POV

"Lace." He tried pleading with her again. Would she ever forgive him?

"I can't believe you used that excuse. Talk to me when you're ready to tell me what's going on with you." Then she left. She didn't believe him. Why would she? Lacey was smarter than people gave her credit for.

He nervously ran his hands through his hair, pulling at the strands. Connor was reminded of the soft curls on the other boy's head. What just happened? He was high, it wasn't his fault that Harry kissed him. It wasn't his fault that he kissed back. He was high. Yes. That's what he would tell her. It was the most accurate explanation for Connor's behaviour. Blame it on the drugs. It had to be because of that, right?

Their faces kept flooding into his head, Lacey's stony expression and Harry's eyes filled with hurt and sadness. Connor had disappointed them both somehow. He'd seen Harry's face when he walked out of the room. The tinge of dejection occupied his thoughts. He shook his head to clear his mind. Why should he care about Harry's feelings?

Lacey. Oh, Lacey. She was supposed to be his girlfriend. Well, she was. Connor had only started dating her for his image, which was horrible, but he did grow to like her. He liked her as a friend and... He screwed it all up. Wait. No. Connor was not the one who messed up his relationship. A deep frown grew on his face and he scowled, this mess was on Harry.

He needed to find him. Knowing his luck, the guy had probably already gone home. Connor swung his gym bag over his shoulder and headed for the exit. The moment he stepped outside there was someone waiting for him. Harry. So maybe he was lucky.

It appeared as if Harry had been waiting for him. Connor wondered why he'd do that, then he remembered the reason he sought to find the other in the first place. Without hesitation, Connor dropped his duffel and shoved Harry in the chest. He stepped back with his arms raised, "Jesus, dude. Calm down." Connor scoffed.

Before, Harry could speak again, Connor swung his fit at his face. Now, the other boy had to fight back. Unfortunately, he was stronger than Connor. Harry pushed him with more force than he himself had used. He found himself pinned against some of the lockers, a lock digging into his lower back. Connor tilted his head to look at Harry. His eyes shone like an ocean amidst a storm.

"Connor, listen to me. I'm sorry about Lacey. I really am." He tried to knee him in the stomach but his leg couldn't bend in his trapped state. He looked away from Harry's gaze. It was too much, too emotional.

"This is hard for me too, you know." shut up. Shut up. Please. "Would you look at me?" Harry commanded. So he did. There was so much pain in his voice, Connor couldn't help but peer at him. His eyes had softened from before into a gentle blue.

"Okay." Connor whispered. Harry let go of him and he tried not to stumble forward at the abrupt loss of balance. The other boy was running his fingers through those curly locks of his, just as Connor had done earlier when they were... He wanted to reach out and do it again, but he didn't dare move.

"I like you. I think you should know that. I― I don't know how you feel. But I want you to know I didn't kiss you for a one time thing." He let out a long breath. Connor just stared at him, not knowing what to say. Harry just confessed his feelings to him. No guy had ever liked Connor that way before. So he didn't say anything. He couldn't. He shook his head and walked away.

I realize it's been like a month and a half since I last updated. *Ashamed. :( School has been busy and I'm writing this now and putting off work :)) Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter. It's a little short... Tell me what you think of the characters? 

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Random question:

What's your favourite school subject/class?

Mine is anything science I guess. I'm really liking biology.