Sup guys! Haven't done a Oneshot in a while, so here's a new one for ya! I've never done this ship before, Ssunskipz, and it's all in Ian's POV. I heard the song this is based on and immediately this scenario popped into my head. Enjoy!
Song:
- 'If You Think This Songs About You, It Probably Is' by D.R.U.G.S

I slammed my locker shut, anger boiling in my veins.

I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder, clenching my hands into fists tightly as I glared at the ground, willing it to open up and consume me.

I grit my teeth as my thoughts swam, hissing at the noise in my brain.

"God fucking dammit!" I snarled, punching the front if my locker hard, my arms shaking in anger.

The hallway was empty, as I stood there, trying to control myself.

I couldn't believe he'd done that, said those things as if they were nothing, and those moments meant nothing to him, to us.

"Fuck." I whispered, letting the angry tears roll down my cheeks unrelenting.

I heard footsteps down the corridor, and then a gasp, which only served to make me even more furious and miserable.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and growled lowly, spinning around and shoving the fuckers hand off me.

"Don't fucking touch me Quentin." I seethed, glaring at him as he stood there and gulped, a guilty look on his face.

He reached out to grab my arm, but I shrugged him off, huffing at him and turning my head away.

"Look, baby, I'm sorry but-" he started but I cut him off with a wave of my hand. My grip on the strap of my bag tightened and I ground my teeth together.

"Stop, Quentin, just, stop." I mumbled, still refusing to look at him.

I started to walk away, only to hear his feet slapping the ground behind as he ran to catch up with me. I groaned but refused to turn back.

He grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him, holding my wrist firmly. I sighed and looked at him, sending him a dagger look. He flinched slightly, but stood his ground.

"Ian! Please, you know how much a love you but it can't tell them!" he pleaded with me, and I laughed humourlessly.

Love? Funny way of showing it.

I gave him a piercing look, hating him yet loving him at the same time, fuelling my rage.

"Why? Why can't you tell them? Are you that ashamed that you'd rather me be your dirty little secret, is that it? Because I'm sick of lying and sneaking around like this Quentin, sick of it!"

My voice grew quieter as I spoke, my anger subsiding into sadness. Quentin frowned, then sighed, wrapping an arm around my waist. I was too exhausted emotionally to stop him.

"Ian, I'm not ashamed, it's just... I'm the captain of the football team, what would people think if they knew I was gay and banging you?"

I looked up at him, incredulous, and saw his eyes widen as he realised what he had just said.

"W-wait, baby, no I didn't mean it like-"

"Like what Quentin? Like I'm too for beneath you to ever consider dating? Tell me Quentin, tell me how much it shames you to date me!"

I pushed him back in anger and hurt, tears pouring out of my eyes, which I rubbed with the palms of my hands hard.

I knew how homophobic the football team seemed, and he wasn't exactly out of the closet yet, but how could he say that about me? As if I was unimportant, as if what we were was filthy, sinful.

By now I was more upset than angry, so I just ran, letting the tears fall and listening to him calling my name.

I ran to the nearest bathroom, feeling sick to my stomach, and flung open one of the stalls, emptying my guts into the porcelain bowl, retching and dry heaving once there was nothing left to come out.

I slumped into the floor, head resting on the bowl as I sat there, miserable at best, thinking about him.

Once again, I heard familiar footstep, and soon two large hands were on my shoulders, moving the hair out of my eyes as I dry heaved once more.

I didn't push away this time, since I knew that it wasn't him.

"Ian, buddy, what's up? Have you been crying?" Jason asked, rubbing my back soothingly as I coughed hoarsely, wiping my mouth with a piece of toilet paper.

I just shook my head, too drained to bother speaking. Jason was the only one of our friends who knew about us, and that's only because he walked in on us kissing in the changing room.

Jason was Quentin's best friend, and the quarterback for the football team, and agreed to not tell anyone.

He told us that he didn't care if we were gay or not, as long as we were happy. And right now I was far from happy.

"He's ashamed of me." I muttered, allowing more tears to escape, not caring about losing my dignity in front of a jock like Jason.

He sighed, helping me up, so I was sitting on the seat of the toilet, head down sadly. He sighed, patting my shoulder.

"He's not ashamed Ian, he's just scared that's all. He's scared he'll be judged if he comes out." Jason said, smiling sincerely. I shrugged, not really believing that Quentin was scared to do something.

Jason sighed, and clapped me on the back, standing up.

"He loves you Ian. Remember that. He's just being a prick." I smirked slightly at Jason cursing, since he never really did so, and he chuckled.

"Come on, let's go to class. It'll help take your mind off things." I nodded and stood up, grabbing my bag, and walking out of the bathroom, towards my next lesson, since first period was almost over.

For the rest of the day, I ignored Quentin completely. I had a few classes with him, and when he tried to speak to me, I'd stare blankly ahead, until he gave up.

I could feel his gaze burning holes in the side of my head at break, and I rushed past him and the rest of his friends from the football team quickly.

I could hear some of them mumble things like faggot or fairy, but I refused to let it get to me.

I ran to third period as soon as the bell rang, refusing to listen to Quentin calling me again.

By the time lunch rolled around I was done. I had had it with everything today. I couldn't take the emotional stress that was pressing down on me.

I got my tray and walked over to my table, near the back of the cafeteria. I picked at my food dully as I kept my head down, longing for this day to be over so I could just crawl in bed and sleep.

I felt the chair next to me scrape back and I looked up to see who it was. Quentin grinned back at me, scooting his chair in closer to me.

I frowned. He never sat with me at school. He always sat on the popular table, surrounded by jocks and cheerleaders, flirting and passing banter around, while I sat here in the shadows, admiring my boyfriend with envy from afar.

I didn't really have friends, even before I came out, but I never let anything the homophobes say about me make me regret it.

I was proud of who I was, and I wasn't going to change for them. That's ironically how Quentin and I met.

I was arguing with some dick in the hallway, who was badmouthing gays, and he punched me. Quentin saw, and broke it up, and helped me ice the black eye I received.

After that, we hung out after school for a while, when he confessed he was also gay, and liked me. He asked me out, but to keep it a secret until he came out.

That was eight months ago, and so far he's made no move to come out. I grimaced at these memories and shot Quentin a confused glare.

"What are you doing over here?" I asked, glancing behind him to see the jocks watching with curiosity.

I flicked my gaze back to Quentin who was still smiling. He reached out his hand and took mine, intertwining our fingers.

"Can't I sit a talk with my boyfriend?" he asked sweetly, rubbing a thumb over my knuckles.

I resisted the urge to snatch my hand away and my gaze softened to a sad but confused expression.

"I thought you didn't want anyone so know about us? Isn't that what you said?"

Quentin sighed, squeezing my hand tenderly.

"I know I said that, and I'm a dick for not doing anything sooner. I also said id tell everyone when I came out." he smirked at me slightly, a soft expression on his face.

I cocked my head to one side, still majorly confused. Why is he telling me all this? What's he doing?

He picked up my hand, and kissed the back of it lightly, pulling me closer to him.

I blushed and frantically looked around, biting my lip when I saw the jocks eyes widen, their jaws drop.

I looked at him as if he's crazy, but he just grinned and stood up, dragging me up with him.

He gripped my hand tightly as he pulled me over to his table, while everyone continued to stare at me with surprise.

We reached the table and Quentin stopped, standing in front of Brent, the leader of the jocks, who was frozen jaw swinging.

"You asked me if I was dating anyone, so I'd like to introduce you to my hot boyfriend Ian." he said, pushing me forward gently so I was t cowering behind him in fear.

My face paled, as Brent shifted his eyes to me, no emotional or reaction in them.

There was silence for a minute, before something shocking happened. Brent broke out into a huge grin, sticking out his hand to me, as I watched in tense worry.

"Hey Ian, nice to finally meet the person lover boys been bragging about for months." he said in a casual friendly voice, giving Quentin a knowing look.

I smiled bashfully and turned to Quentin with a quizzical look. He giggled sheepishly.

"I kinda talk about you a lot." he mumbled, a light pink blush dusting his cheeks.

"A lot? It's like the only thing that comes out of your mouth, how hot the person you're dating is, how sweet and caring they are. Honestly it's overwhelmingly adorable man!" another one of the guys said, chuckling slightly at my flustered expression.

I gazed at Quentin again. He wasn't talked about me to his friends? I know he didn't specify gender, but he still talked about me? And by the sounds of it, a lot?

Quentin sat down, pulling me with him so I was perched on his lap, his arms around my waist and his chin resting in my shoulder.

He pecked my cheek and I let out an oh so manly squeak, blushing like mad, and hiding my face behind my hair.

A chorus of aww's and wolf whistles went around the table, causing a small smile to form on my lips. I leant back and turned, so my lips were next to Quentin's ear.

"See. I told you it wouldn't be bad." I murmured to kiss, kissing the shell of his ear shyly.

Quentin laughed, giving me a lingering kiss, pulling back with a crooked smile, relief and content radiating from him.

He shouldn't have doubted his friends, they were all amazing by the looks of it.

Quentin sighed happily, nuzzling the back of my neck slightly. "I guess not babe. I'll have to make up for it later." he whispered in a sultry voice, nibbling the base of my neck discretely.

I hummed in response, smirking at his lewd suggestion. I heard the guy, Tyler, in front of me gasp, and turned to see him and Jason in a tight lip lock embrace.

I grinned and laughed, bringing them out of each other's trance.

"It's like Narnia had a emigration or something." Brent murmured, making everyone including Jason and Tyler laugh.

I sank into Quentin's arms, jut happy that we didn't have to sneak around anymore. Quentin was finally out and proud, and I couldn't help but love him. Even if he is an ass.

Hope you enjoyed! And thanks again for 50 followers! Luvs yas all tossers! Laika out.