A/N: I've found someone who I'm picturing as Gloss Kaiser Schlund. Yes. Yes. Yes. This hunk is perfect!
*drools*
On the side bar: Sven Csongar as Gloss Kaiser Schlund.
*dies*
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Chapter 20
Noah Gerald Sky
I'm Burnin' Up
It was so awkward to be around with Beau, Derek, Shane, Kaila, and Gloss. Even they were goofing around, the tension was very thick. Gloss remained quiet throughout the date. It was like he was in a deep thought, thinking things and stuffs. He kept frowning. Beau made attempts to lighten his mood, but it didn't work. Beau kept touching him, and I wanted nothing but to punch him until his bones break, until he couldn't move. Beau gets to touch Gloss and I'm not. What the actual fuck kind of rule is that?
The jocks and I are sitting on the lawn, under the big tree. It blocks the sun. The cold breeze and the warmth of the place are soothing and relaxing. We just lay there, staring into the far distance. My eyes travel to Collins and Kevin. They are still together. Nobody knows about their secret. Just me, Gloss, Kaila, and Ashton. Sometimes, Kevin and Gloss are hang out. Just the two of them. And it pisses Collins off. He'd rant about him being jealous of Gloss and how attractive he is. Kevin would just roll his eyes and comment about him being a total drama king. Of course it would piss Collins off more. Then they would not talk for a minute, but then Collins can't take a silence so he'd talk to Kevin and say sorry and they'd be happy again. We all snap out of our calm trance when Chelsie decides to break the bro moment of us.
She cheers and sings and dances. Some of the guys laugh, some just ignore her. Especially Mike. His eyes are still shut, lips slighty parted. Kevin and Collins just scoff at her. Chelsie ignores them. We all stand up and head inside the school, Chelsie encircling her arm around mine, entertwining our hands. Nero makes a smooch face and puts a sound and we all laugh. Sam's the loudest.
When we reach the senior's hallway, Gloss, Kaila, and Ashton are walking through. They are talking, Gloss' hands keep flying everywhere as he tries to explain something. Ashton laughs at him. When we're near to each other, Chelsie scoffs loudly. Kaila's head snaps at her and arches an eyebrow, as if daring her to push her more. Of course, Chelsie getting the hint, scoffs loudly than before and rolls her eyes. Chelsie mutters about Kaila being a total bitch and Kaila hears it, her expression grows hard. The jocks start to feel uneasy, looking back and forth between Chelsie and Kaila.
"Skank," Chelsie chortles, grinning evilly at Kaila.
"Slut," Kaila counters, flipping her long brown hair on Chelsie's face. Chelsie takes a step backward and gives Kaila a death glare.
"I'm the Queen of this school," Chelsie states and I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her. I want to snap at her, to say that she's not the Queen. But if I do that, the jocks would ask me questions regarding my action, and Chelsie too. So I remain silent. Kaila scoffs.
"Bitch please, I'm the Goddess." Kaila says mockingly as she holds her chin high, looking down at Chelsie.
Gloss and Ashton snigger at that. The jocks too. Chelsie's face fills with red from anger and embarrassment. She stomps her foot and walks away from us, cursing loudly at Kaila. Kaila gives her a smug smile. Ashton laughs louder. Derek and Beau decide to show up beside Gloss. Derek puts his arm around Ashton's neck and gives him a sly grin. Beau smirks at Gloss and I want nothing but to beat the shit out of Beau.
In my head, I'm screaming curses, throwing at Beau. I want to kill him so that he can't touch Gloss again. John mumbles something, barely above a whisper. We ignore him. Gloss and his group pass us, not giving any looks.
I exhale the breath that I've been holding and my face falls down, my chest feels heavy. I want to cry. Fuck.
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Taking a deep breath, Beau is leaning on down on his car, probably waiting for Gloss. He has a thoughtful look on his face as he waits. Walking over him, I puff my chest, to gain some confidence and have a talk with him that includes Gloss. When I get there, Beau looks at me and arches a brow.
"Noah, what a delight," Beau says sarcastically, giving me a fake a smile.
"Let's cut the introductions and shits," I growl, glaring at him. Beau's brows twitch. "Leave Gloss alone."
"Why would I do that?" Beau asks me, glaring back at me. "You're not his parents. You're just Noah. I know that you don't like me as Gloss' friend. I get it, I have this bad vibes around me. But I won't hurt Gloss. Okay? I know you're acting as a big brother. But my attentions are good."
You. Are. Fucking. Wrong.
I'm not acting as Gloss' big brother. I'm fucking acting as his sick possesive boyfriend. I'm acting like Gloss is mine and only mine. I'm about to beg him when Gloss appears at Beau's side. He gives me a frown, and scrunches up his nose in confusion, in a cute manner that I can't resist. I have the urge to kiss him, to ravish him here and now, not letting go. But I fight against it. He looks between Beau and I, then asks us what's going on. Beau says I've invited them on Mike's beach party and I nod at him. Gloss just shrugs and grabs Beau's hand and they enter his car. My face falls down and I just want to lay on the floor, curl, and cry.
Is it possible for Gloss to be mine?
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The rests of the days passed by quickly, and now, it's Mike's beach party. It's still afternoon. We're preparing beers and different kinds of drinks, placing them under the big coconut tree. Sam puts the big speaker beside the other coconut tree and Collins and Kevin are preparing foods for the party. Mike is busy on contacting people, inviting them to the last minute. Nero plugs his phone in the big speaker and plays 'Ain't A Party' by David Guetta. Guetta's heavy mix booms through the speaker. Tommy, Rolly, and John start to dance, jumping around. We laugh at them. We prepare the place. Mike wants to throw a perfect party for us, so we're doing our best to make this party unforgettable. I'm pretty sure this party will be a talk of school for the entire month. Lots of people are invited. Even the nerds. According to Mike, it's the time of their life to have fun and get loose. Which is quite true. Nerds keep studying and studying they don't know how to have a real fun.
After hours and hours of fixing everything at the party, the sun is long gone and the people start to come, grinning from ear to ear as they approach the party. Mike greets them and the jocks start to have a fun night by dancing together. As the clock ticks by, people keep coming here in the party and in an hour, the party is in full swing. Ladies are dancing hard as they grind their asses on guys' front. Mike is talking with Collins whereas Kevin is talking with Nero.
I've had three beers, and as I approach my slut; Chelsie Miles, I grab a beer and pop the cap and take a swig, the beer burning my throat as it gushes down, filling my stomach, making it heavy with beers. Chelsie gives me a seductive grin and I snake an arm around her waist and push her into me, then we both grind as I place my hands on her hips. The smell of alcohol invades my nosestrils, making me want to throw her. She puts her arms on either side of my head, tip-toeing to capture my lips. I let her. She nibbles on my lower lip and I part my lips, she slips her tongue inside my mouth and I resist the urge to punch her in the face. But I don't. Instead, I push her against the tree and invade her mouth by ravishing it. She moans and rubs my front. She must have realized I'm not getting hard because she pushes me off of her and frowns at me. She asks me what's wrong and I just shake my head and leave her alone. I start to walk away from the party. The music is nearly fading and when I look back, I've walked enough, the party is in a dot form. I'm about to walk back when I hear someone talks.
It's John.
John keeps taking a swig of his beer and muttering about Derek being a fucking bitch. He looks behind and when he sees me, he shifts his body and starts walking over me, his face lighting up.
"Noah!" He slurrs, letting his hands fly, small content of his beer spills and he pouts. "Aw, my beer. Let's have fun here, Noah. I don't want to see him together with the asshole."
"John Lucas Flench, you're drunk." I say, crossing my arms across my chest.
"I am not!" He protests, glaring at me. "Noah, I pissed in the ocean."
"I don't want to get in the ocean again," I mutter.
"No! Pissing in the ocean means sharing a piece of yourself!" He states, grinning happily at me. He starts to laugh, his head throwing back. This man is totally drunk. "I hope my pee made it to Macau. I love Macau. I'd love to go there." He says, the last part is almost a whisper as his face falls down. Then a tear slips down his left eye and he slumps himself on the ground, his arms resting on his knees. I take a seat beside him and am about to ask him what's wrong when he speaks. "I don't want this, Noah. I don't want this."
"What don't you want, John?" I ask him softly. He begins to sob and the sight of my friend crying is making me sad.
"To like someone," he states, sobbing as he shakes his head. "And knowing you won't stand a chance and be together." Damn. This kid is going through a love problem.
"Who is the girl?"
"Girl? Ha, it's not a girl." He says, shaking his head furiously. I freeze. It's not a girl? Then who? As if reading my mind, he says, "It's Ashton Bonnevie. I love him, Noah. But I can't be together with him because I prefer to be straight. I don't want to be gay. But I love him. But what's breaking my heart is, I've heard to fucking someone that that Derek guy is about to ask Ashton to be with him. I don't want Ashton to be with him." He pleads, looking at the dark sky. I feel bad for him.
Then I've come to a realization. I might lose Gloss. And I can't have that. I need to do something. It really hurts when you like someone but you can't be together. Much so, when you love someone but knowing you won't even stand a chance with the person you love. My heart aches. It's like someone is squeezing it very hard. I can't breath, like someone is holding my neck to keep me from breathing. I don't want to lose Gloss. I don't want to lose him with Beau.
"Listen here, John." I say, clutching John's shoulder, gripping it. "Get Ashton. If you don't make a move tonight, you may lose in this love battle thing. Get Ashton. Be with him. For now, don't bother about thinking on being gay. Just go get him and run like a couple. Okay?" John looks at me with puffy eyes and stands up, nodding at me. He takes a depe breath and starts to walk away.
Gloss, just wait for me, I'll come get you. And you'll be mine.
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Word count: 2,017
D&T: November 27, 2014, 3:30PM.
So how'd you like John's confession? Eeps! On the next next chapter, after the Chapter 21, is Chapter 21.5. It's in a past tense form. So don't worry. You'd know what John and Ashton talked about.
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