Chapter 12

This chaprter is a HUGE part of this book and it gets pretty 'awesome' towards the end! Mild kissing, and Tyler being a bad person, as usual. Enjoy, and please read my after message about what's to follow this chapter! Enjoy! :)

P.S. In this chapter, i madae quite a few errors, so here are the facts so that you, hopefully, don't get confused:

a.)Tyler does go to the same school as Kent and Cole

b.) Tilly's and the other stores listed during the shopping trip, except for Macy's and Nordstroms, are either skate or surfing stores. you'll understand why when Tyler drags Kent into them and his emotions at the time.

c.) Cole writes a letter to himself as a reminder of what he will be doing later.

d.) Yes, I've decided to give both boys guns.

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Chapter 12: Kent's POV, Tuesday afternoon, right after school

I was st my locker when I felt someone slide their hands around my waist and kiss my neck gently. I laughed a bit at the sensation it sent through my body. “Tyler,” I whimpered, closing my locker and turning around to lean into his open arms. “So, are you ready for today?”

“Yeah,” Tyler grabbed one of my hands and intertwined his fingers in with mine and we walked to the parking lot. “Thanks again for taking me to the mall, I'm just glad that I'm able to spend time with you.” Tyler smiled at me, and then I remembered what Cole had told me about Tyler; maybe I'd keep an eye on him while we were at the mall, just to be sure....

We got into my car and I drove us to the local mall, apparently it was also the mall where Tyler worked at on the weekends. I didn't even know that ha worked until I asked him about it since he never seemed to be available to hang out with me on the weekend.

“So how was you day?” I asked, trying to make some conversation with Tyler since he was just texting away on his phone.

“Good, you?” That was all he said, and he had the most passive, monotone sound. Not even something sweet or pretending to be remotely interested towards me.

For some reason, I was really upset at him at the fact that he could simply ignore me. What happened to the guy that was so caring and sweet at Caitlin's party not so long ago? My hands tightened around the warm steering wheel o the point of making my knuckles go white.

When we reached a red light right before the mall, I took a chance and looked at him, and then I realized something: I was blowing this way out of proportion. It was entirely possible that he just had a bad day and was trying not to get angry. I relaxed my hands as I finally pulled into the parking lot of the mall.

As I was about to get out, I found that Tyler had pulled the door open for me. I smiled at him and he held my hand as I got out, so I gave him a hug and a light kiss on the lips. Tyler grinned a sexy smirk at me and locked his fingers into mine and we walked into the mall together, not giving a damn what people thought about two guys holding hands.

-Time-skip: Tuesday afternoon, at the mall, a few hours later-

Tyler had somehow dragged me into a bunch of these stores that I, personally,really did not feel comfortable inside of at all. I mean, I was standing inside of stores like Tilly's, Pac Sun, and even Van's. I mean, it's not like I have something against those stores, it's just that I really didn't belong in any of those stores; I probably belonged in more simple store like Macy's or Nordstroms, which had conservative, simple, dressy bits of clothes, not board shots and skate shoes. However, in the attempt to be the nice boyfriend that I was oping to be, I obediently followed him into every store that he told me that he wanted to go into, and then I paid for him because he said his family was going through some 'hard economic times', which I sincerely believed since the economy was still struggling and there were still constant lay-offs and whatnot.

Although, with every purchase that Tyler made with my credit card, Cole's warning about Tyler being with me only for my money became more and more prominent inside of my mind....

When Tyler had eventually told me that he was tired and asked me to dive him back to a friend's house, since he had let said friend borrow his car while we were shopping, it was then that I realized how much more he had bought in comparison to me: he had about twenty bags full of things to the brim, while had only six bags half-way filled with a T-shirt or a pair of jeans. This really didn't sit well with me for some reason; my dad always told me to trust my gut feelings, and right now, Tyler was living up to Cole's words up to a 't'.

It was only after Tyler had gotten out of the car, along with his bags of clothing and whatever else he claimed that he needed at the time, and after I pulled into my driveway did I dare to look at all of the receipts from today's little excursion.

I finally understood why Tyler was really insistent that I let him keep the receipts during our stop for a small snack, and I was really glad I had taken all of them out while he went to the bathroom. Not only did keeping the receipts allow me to keep a better record of my spending habits and make sure that the banks were asking for the right amount, it allowed me to see just how much Tyler had spent today.

After some crafty calculations on my iPhone, the total came out to $3,845.87. I was shocked, not at the amount, my dad said as long as I didn't spend over $100,000 a month he didn't care since both he and my mom made about even times that amount a month, but at how it seemed as if Tyler really was using me for my money; was I really this bad of a guy that no one would go out with me for just me, and not my parent's money?

I quickly composed myself and after making sure that there was no evidence of crying or near-crying, I took my bags and got out of the car and entered my house, calmly saying hello to my parents and walking up to my room.

After I let the shopping bags hit the floor, I fell face-down onto the bed and started crying my heart out, ashamed of how oblivious I was to the truth I was.

How could I be so stupid? I thought to myself as I bawled my eyes out, leaving small little rivers on my pillow. I'm too boring and not good enough for anyone to love, or even like, me at all. I'm just liked for money and for letting people copy me homework; I'm not popular, or funny, or witty, or even good-looking like Cole is. I'm just shit in comparison to him. I realized then that I would probably die old and alone, and as melodramatic and ridiculous as I seemed, I let myself believe in it to allow me to just blame something for my foolish mistakes.

As I cried into the night, I realized that there was no way that I would be going to school tomorrow; I refused to see the person who I let betray my trust; the first person that I had ever felt something for that wasn't Cole....

I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Cole, because if I had, it would've saved me all of this...whatever you called this feeling of heartbreak and dismay, It was then that I had another realization: Cole was always there for me; he never did anything wrong to me, gave me my space when I needed it, and more importantly, always looked out for me when I couldn't see the huge gaping potholes that I was stepping into, even Tyler, the biggest pothole in the world, not to mention the biggest asshole in the world too....

-Cole's POV, Wednesday morning, at school-

For some reason when I woke up this morning, I was remotely excited to go to school; perhaps it was the feeling that I had about Kent finally seeing the shit that Tyler is really made up of behind his popularity, maybe not...no, I was right before, it was my extreme intuition of Tyler ruining all of his trust with Kent in just a few short hours.

I shrugged that wonderful idea away as my chemistry teacher reprimanded me for almost falling asleep in his classroom. But really, does anyone think that I'll become a chemist of actually need over half of this crap that I'm forced to learn in school? I really doubt it.

Luckily for me, the bell rang and since this class was right before lunch everyone dashed out of the room as if there was a fire or someone was giving away ten-pound bricks of gold at the cafeteria instead of a block of mystery meat. I walked out of the classroom yawning as I made my way to my locker and switched out my chemistry binder for my literature class binder.

I chuckled to myself when I saw a little piece of paper flutter down from my locker that read:

Cole,

Destroy Tyler today at ten o'clock at the old abandoned warehouse.

Love,

Cole

-Time-skip: Wednesday afternoon, right after the school bell rang-

I always hated trying to get out of the school parking lot right after the bell rang; everyone always had the same idea as I did: get the hell off of the school's parking lot.

I sighed, knowing that nothing that I did would make the other students go faster by any means, all it would do was freak them out and then they'd get into a car accident, making me even more late for seeing Kent today to give him his missed homework from today given to me by one of his friends who, I think, was named Jerry.

Something sounded off though when Jerry talked to me; from what I could understand about Kent from Jerry and Kent's own personality, he loved learning, and therefore loved school. Jerry also said that Kent would never miss school for anything if he had control over it; Kent even went to school when he was throwing up and had a temperature of 103 just because there was a review for a test that day. Crazy kid....

Anyway, I eventually pulled up to Kent's house and rang the doorbell, and to my surprise, Kent answered the door, looking like shit.

I immediately felt protective of Kent and demanded, “Who the fuck did this to you, you look awful!” I could feel my rage burning inside of me with a strong urge to release it all onto Tyler's face... and his groin.

“I-I'm fine,” Kent wiped away a tear that was falling down his cheek. I immediately wiped it away for him and pulled him closer to my chest. “Cole, what are you doing?” Kent sounded confused as he let his beautiful, light green eyes looking to my dark blue ones.

“Trying to find out what's wrong, since you won't seem to tell me,” I closed the door behind me as I led him upstairs to his room.

As I looked around his room, the theme of his room was obvious to me: water. I realized that he may still be feeling like shit if he looked the way he did, so I tried to talk to him and get him to relax a bit. “Cool room, but why did you pick water as the theme?” I actually felt a genuine urge to know now, that Kent was right here in front of me, potentially about to break down if I didn't distract him enough form whatever was distressing him so much.

Kent smiled a bit, and it was one of the most beautiful things that I had ever seen; so pure and angelic, like Kent himself. “Simple, the water allows me to feel free and alive,” I looked at him a bit strangely because that made very little sense to me as of now. Kent saw my confusion and proceeded to try and explain it to me in some other way. “Well, put it like this: you're in a box which keeps you confined because of all of the things that you have to do to not get ridiculed. For me, my restraints were perfect grades, having friends that were good enough, acting polite, and never getting anyone to ever listen to what I was saying. Now for you, if I had to guess, they'd be how you act around your popular friends, football, your dad used to be one of them, but the biggest one for you was probably making sure that Paul was always ok, both mentally and physically, and the fact that you wanted him to be proud of you.

“Now picture all of those restraints being removed from you for an extended amount of time; wouldn't you want to escape too?” Kent looked at me with a knowing look, as if he could see me thinking about what he had just said.

“Wow,” I said, completely dumb-struck by how true all of his words were.

Kent looked at my hand which still held his papers for homework. He slowly took them from my hand and got up to place them by his backpack only a few feet away.

Then realized how quiet it was. “Hey, Kent,” I began. “Where are your parents and Paul?”

“Paul's school went on a camping trip, so they won't be back until Friday, and both of my parents had meetings in foreign countries to attend to, so they won't be back until Monday. I'm used to it though, so don't worry abut it,”

We both sat next to each other, not exactly sure what to say to each other, letting the quiet consume both of us, until Kent broke the silence.

“If you were wondering why I wasn't in school today and why I look so bad right now, it's because of Tyler,” My blood boiled at hearing that the bastard Tyler had bee the reason for Kent's emotional distress. “I'm so sorry, Cole,” Kent was remorsefully shaking his head while looking at the light blue carpet.

I gently lifted his face to look at mine. “Why, Cole? You have nothing to be ashamed of, you never did anything to me, all you did was help Paul and me through these tough times, and I'm in your debt forever for doing that,”

“No, it's just that you were right about Tyler!” Kent finally reached his limit, falling onto me sobbing his heart about and telling me how he fell in love with Tyler and how I was right about Tyler's gold-digging ways. And with every word about how Tyler crushed Kent's heart, I felt my anger rise toward the guy I'd be seeing later tonight...with a gun at my waistband.

I almost broke seeing the guy who was just so perfect and so nice, cry into the tip of my shirt. I gently rubbed his back for a while, evident by the sunset that was now approaching in the horizon.

When Kent finally stopped, he looked at me so gently with his light green eyes and his hand gently stoking my face, making me shiver with anticipation.

“I really like you, Cole, like I've never liked anyone before,” Kent's words made my heart melt, and if I wasn't sitting, I'd probably be falling due to elation. His confession made me the happiest guy in the world for sure, no doubt about it. “I-”

I interrupted whatever Kent was about to say by kissing him roughly and making sure that my feelings were perfectly clear: I was madly in love with Kent, and nothing would ever change that. “I think I'm in love with you, Kent,” I finally whispered my confession, damn proud of it too.

With that, Kent pulled himself into me once more and we continued out hot, passionate kiss, our desire for each other evident as we both fell onto the bed, laying next to each other, feeling each other like we had only dreamed of doing for so long.

“Thank you, Cole,” Kent whispered, nipping at my earlobe.

“For what?” I asked. If anyone was to be thanking someone, it should be me thanking him!

“For loving me through everything, and for being my solid, strong rock for me to cling onto during the massive storm called life, even if we've known each other for a short while now,”

I smiled at him and kissed him to shut him up and to feel his perfect lips mold into mine, not to mention how the curves of our bodies fit like puzzle pieces in a puzzle.

I just relished the thought of kissing Kent as I was doing now.

I truly loved Kent, and I was glad that he finally knew about it too.

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So, if you actually wanted to read their sex scene, the first one is up on my page. So, please message me if you find any more confusion or things that don't add up and I'll add them to my list of clarifications at the beginning of the story.

Sorry for the mix-ups,

Michael