Your Love is Killing Me ~ BxB

Part 11

"Can we still meet at lunch break?" Mikey asks before we part our ways.

"I don't know. But maybe yes."

"Okay, see you then."

Before I manage to reply him, I catch a sight of two boys hurriedly entering a restroom. From few seconds of taking a good look, I can tell that one of them is Louis. Wait, is that Tim whom Louis walks with? Are they really dating?

"William?" Mikey calls, probably wondering where my attention suddenly goes, but I ignore and walk closer to where Louis is. "What are you doing?" Mikey tails me to the restroom.

Once we are inside, I take in the scenery of Louis' teary eyes and Tim, with his back facing me, holding Louis' T-shirt hem as if he's in the process of pulling it off. What the hell? Louis is f*cking crying! I turn Tim's body around by grabbing his shoulder and slam him roughly against the nearest wall.

"What the f*ck are you doing to him?!" I bark.

Slightly wincing from pain and shock, he answers. "N-nothing."

"Then why is he crying?"

"William." Louis' voice from behind stops my intention to just give Tim's neck a death grip. "Please, stop."

"Not until I know what he just did."

"I did nothing. I just-" I slam his body back against the wall before he manages to tell more bullshit.

"That didn't look like nothing to me."

"Please, you're wrong. He was just helping me." Louis begs. s**t. Why is he covering him? Are they really dating?

"Why are you wet all over?" Mikey asks Louis. I totally forget about his presence. I turn around to see that Louis' T-shirt is indeed wet. I didn't notice it earlier.

"It's just… Ethan." He answers. "He threw drinks on me." I can read pity on Mikey's face.

"I was just helping him change." Tim adds.

"And why would he need your help?" Now I sound like a jealous boyfriend, I know it from the way Mikey shoots his glare to me, but I don't care. Because I don't like this freaking nerd having his way telling uncreative ridiculous lies while Louis is covering him. And of course, it helps me to kill Mikey's idea about me being hooked up with him. Oh please, one b***h is never near enough. "Tell me, why does anyone need help just to change clothes?" Try lying, and I would make it sounds like a death sentence.

Tim looks doubtful before he finally speaks. "Because he really needed that help."

"Oh, really?" I've never met a nerd as moron as he is. Clearly, I demand a straight answer, like right now. Yet he is still throwing word play.

"William, please, just stop." I usually like it when people beg me, but not this time.

"Why are you covering him?" I ask Louis.

"I'm not." I can easily pinpoint desperation in his voice. "And this is why." Louis lifts his T-shirt slowly. What is with those shaky hands of his?

"Oh my God." Mikey gasps as Louis has his chest revealed. There is a big nasty bluish mark on his left chest. "What has happened to you?"

He doesn't answer. He merely hangs his head low and refuses to look at everyone in the eyes. Gosh, look at those rib curves. Does he even eat at all? And the bruise looks even worse on his skinny figure.

Suddenly, I feel as if there is a knot forming in my stomach. It's a strange feeling that I have never gotten accustomed to. All I know is it is not pity like Mikey probably feels. It feels more like guilt. But is it possible to feel guilty about something that is not your doing? Wait, what if it's partly my fault? Because I was not there when it happened. Because I was not with him. If I could just be around him all the time, probably bad things would never happen to him. Oh, Louis.

"He fell and hit the bench outside because Ethan pushed him." Tim speaks up after coming in to a conclusion that Louis merely pull back his T-shirt down and stay silent with no intention of giving more elaboration.

"And why didn't you do anything?" I demand Tim.

"I was just arrived when I saw Ethan leaving after throwing his Coke. So, I dragged Louis here. Besides, I am not sure I could be any help if I were there when everything happened. I mean, uh, this is Ethan... He always-"

"Tim, just stop. We don't need everyone to know everything. Please. I'm not a freaking show." Seeing Louis' pretty eyes start watering, Tim steps closer to him and holds his hand.

"I'm sorry."

What the hell is he doing? How dare he holds his hand right before my eyes? Then I drag Tim by his arm away from my Louis. Yes, MY Louis. Note that. "Alright, I think you must go."

"Wait-" Tim protests.

Louis struggles with his breathing. He tries to stop himself from crying or getting choked by tears. And the last thing he needs is this incapable lesser for company.

"Look, you've made him more upset. Now go." I'd like to think that he silently agrees with my words because he doesn't struggle as I drag him out. "You too, Mi."

I take in jealousy on Mikey's face. "A-alright. See you at lunch." With that, he follows Tim outside.

Louis is sobbing like a mess as I turn my eyes back at him. He tries too hard holding his cry so that he ends up sobbing uncontrollably. My baby. I hold his hand and slowly hug him close until his forehead rests on my shoulder and my chin nuzzles at his hair.

"Sshhh... It's okay. You don't have to hold it." Knowing that we are finally alone, he starts crying. But with his mouth muffles against my chest. I guess he really doesn't like the idea of crying in public. I rub his back to comfort him. "It's alright." I ignore the fact that a certain area of my T-shirt is getting wet from his tears.

"They know-" Still crying, he starts to talk.

"Sshh..."

"Everybody knows about this cruelty but... they never care." He manages to tune down his crying but his shoulders are still shaking. "They watch me being hurt and humiliated in the middle of a crowded corridor... Every single day. And do nothing but watch. Like I am an object of entertainment. I stopped crying in front of them ever since I know it only gets them more excited. What have I done wrong?" He breaks down again.

"Nothing, Lou." I reply him softly. "You've done no wrong."

"Nobody cares about me, I know. But do they have to make my life a living hell?"

I let him spill all of the burden he carries along with his emotion which he probably found it impossible to show to anyone else before. Alright, this is a big step for me to get closer to him. To make him mine. He trusts me. He opens himself to me. He lets me stroke his back and hug him for a few moments. We choose to ignore the first period bell when it rings. I need to give more time for him.

Every b***h has their own requirement. And I didn't expect Louis to be as easy as Mikey or that Ivan slut. There must be more from me to be given. Be it money, time, or maybe affection. I glance down a bit to his back while hugging him tightly. And for this tempting ass, I'll be gladly giving him everything.

After a few minutes, his crying has decreased into occasional sobs. And he shifts out of my hold. "I'm sorry. I caused you skipping class."

"Don't mind it." I put my hands on both of his damp redden cheeks. Wipe the tears away with my fingers. "Now you need to change this T-shirt before you catch a cold. It's pretty damp. I've got a clean shirt in my car. I'll go get it."

"No." He stops me. "I bring change." Then he browses through stuffs in his navy-colored messenger bag until he pulls out a piece of baby blue T-shirt that matches his pale skin.

I frown at that. "You bring it everywhere all the time?" I mean, did he even know that this s**t would happen?

He seems to notice my confusion. "It's not like I've never been thrown with Coke or milkshake before." He says weakly.

I don't know what I am supposed to feel about it. Whether I have to grow a bit sympathy and pity for him or to feel lucky knowing how depressed he is while there is no one for him to turn to... but me. One thing that I know for sure is I feel angry. Towards that Ethan bastard, and the bunch of jerks that he calls friends, and also everyone who has let my Louis to continue suffer all this time.

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