Tease me coal

hellooo stereotype

**Note this chap is sorta unedited and I have to warn before we go far that this story will get darker I mean self inflicted harm with blood, gruesome s**t and murder so if you're not up for it kindly split.**

Wednesdays were cool. Elijah and I got to leave the house to Curtis'. We didn't really order anything, most of the time we just spent talking. Well Elijah talked and I texted back.

Elijah threw his head back in laughter. "No Bills Jamal has always been the more responsible one in the Lyon family" Elijah countered.

I shook my head in disagreement. How could he honestly think that out of all the Lyon children from the movie empire Jamal was more responsible. I quickly texted back my argument.

Bille: What the hell happened to Andre?

Elijah let out a pfft and waved his hands at me in disregard to my answer. "You are way off Andre is a psycho, people never considered Jamal to be more responsible because he was gay" I rolled my eyes at Elijah's reply.

Billie: Not everything is about stereotype it's just how it is just 'cause Andre has bipolar doesn't change the fact that he has always been more responsible than the rest of them. Besides his a carbon copy of his father's wicked ways.

"You ruin everything Billie" Was how Elijah replied not able to counter back.

When it was just me and Elijah and we were able to talk freely. At home there was the confinement that is Uncle Ricky preventing Elijah to be just himself.

Curtis's wasn't that packed. Everybody minded themselves so I can be as free as I could.

I glanced down at the nacho cheese and bottled coke on the table that Elijah was feasting on. With a small frown I typed.

Billie: Aren't you supposed to be on diet?

Elijah read then message then brought his nonchalant gaze at me. First he looked at me unspoken before he finally spoke. "Isn't it obvious, according to the diet site we're supposed to lay back sometimes and that's what I'm doing" He said, munching on the nacho cheese.

I quickly responded through a text.

Billie: Elijah?

He looked at me.

Billie: You said that yesterday while eating the diez leches cake Desiree brough home.

"Wow Bills I didn't realize you were keeping track of what I throw into my belly" He retorted widened his eyes in exaggeration.

Billie: The diet site meant that for people with a different kind of fat. It comes with health.

I pushed. Elijah glared at me. "Well I guess I can't spend my day eating grass and fish s**t. I'm a fat son of a b***h"

Elijah wasn't fat. Not my a long shot, he had the kind of body that was cute, cause I couldn't say he was brawny. He was plump and cute but Elijah didn't believe that.

He was self conscious of his amazing body.

Curtis's was usually quiet that was why I quickly heard the disturbing noise of chattering. This caused a lot of people to turn back including me.

A bunch of boys were inside the restaurant. They were chattering together whilst trying to find a sit. I recognized the lot even if I had my eyes closed.

Blaine, Hunter, Coal, and Jay. Jay didn't attend our school but I was familiars with him.

Heavy breathing made me turn back to Elijah. He was already breathing so heavily, and his hand gripped his thigh.

I was familiars with Jay and so was Elijah. Jay Carlson was a douche that had it out for Elijah. He hated Gays or how he always put it whenever he saw Elijah-- Fagot.

I hated the dude. Elijah met him the first time he tried to join the town's Basketball team. They had the practice near home. Jay humiliated Elijah that day, they made a video of it and uploaded it on the school website-- Gossip Slam.

Whenever there was Jay it was like Helloooo Stereotype.

I reached out to lay my hand on Elijah's hand that was the table. I loathed physical contact but it was always easier with Lonnie and Elijah.

"His here Bills" Elijah whispered as if to prevent Jay from seeing him.

Jay was very far from us. The other side of the restaurant.

I removed my hand from his to respond.

Billie: It's fine. He can't see you, he can't do s**t!

Elijah read the message but that didn't stop him from shaking ever so slightly.

"His gonna see me Bills. God I'm so dead" He croaked.

I reached for my phone again. "Elijah Hollywood?" Fear swirled in Elijah's eyes.

Jay and Blaine stood at the side of our table. Couldn't he have just looked pass Elijah. I can't believe he walked all the way from across the other side of the restaurant to what?....humiliate my cousin.

"Well isn't this peachy. The fagot actually comes out of his house. I thought you were going to die all cramped up inside you house" Jay said before reaching to pull a chair from the empty table next to our.

He faced the chair backwards, before slumping on it. "Jay really?" Blaine said from the other side.

"I promise Blaine this won't take long" Jay replied showing his hand to Blaine as s signal to exercise patience.

"Coal's not gonna wait" Blaine said.

Jay rolled his eyes. "It isn't a clique Blaine" Blaine shrugged at Jay's remark sauntering off to their table.

"So tell me fagot you received any d***s lately?" Jay began to taunt.

The words hit Elijah, I could see Elijah's eyes had already turned glassy. "What's the matter cat got your tongue?" Elijah couldn't reply. The witty retorts were gathered in my head but there was never the courage to spew it out.

I was such a coward, I couldn't even defend Elijah.

"L-Leave me alone J-Jay" Elijah croaked.

"So the fagot does talk?! Why the hell should I leave your whiny ass alone Elijah Hollywood?" Jay's face turned serious glaring at Elijah who had watery eyes.

Elijah didn't respond, Jay was about to reach out for his collar then I grabbed the plate of nacho cheese and slapped the whole thing on his face.

Jay turned to me with a monstrous glare. It was like he was about to tear my head out of my body, and I was not doing to nicely with that knowledge.

The dropped the plate on the table.

Shiver shocked through my body as he rose. "You f*****g b***h!" Everybody turned to us.

My lips parted.

'You stupid little w***e!!' The memories flashed back Jay's verbal abuse as a reminder of them. My breath was heaved. I wrapped my hands around my chest. Digging my nails into the flesh of my skin.

"I'll f*****g kill you and your fagot friend!!" Jay rambled on.

I was quivering already.

"Jay" The words were melted into a deep british accent.

Jay turned. "Get you s**t together and let's go you're embarrassing yourself" Coal said with a nonchalant demeanor.

"Don't f*****g--"

"I don't have time for this. You want to spend the rest of your day tucked in a baby stroller with boo-boo in your mouth because you're acting like a f*****g kid then by all means continue if not get your s**t together Killin has been blowing up my phone" Coal finalized it.

Because Jay said no more words before he followed in Coal's and the rest of the guys suit, but not before sending us one last murderous glower.

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