The Broken Werewolves: The Human Mate (LGBT)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Nigel Quintin Ulysses

Blaine and Marcus were together when they got to school. Marcus has yet to notice me, but so far, his eyes wouldn't bore into mine. They are always glued at Blaine – I don't know whether to be irritated by that or be frustrated at myself.

Who cares if they are always glued with each other?

I do. Somehow I do.

We are at lunch, and we still have half an hour before the next period. They are seated three tables away from us, as usual. People are still giving them looks and glance, but they don't care at all, too caught up in their own world that I wish I could be part of. But that would mean that I have to be in it with Blaine Maximus. For some reason, I want to make a world where the only people that can be into it are me and Marcus.

"You've been staring at them for several minutes now," Luis says, his tone a bit off as he jerks his chin towards the direction of Blaine and Marcus. "So the new kid is still hanging out with... that." He scrunches his nose up, as if it disgusts him to talk about Blaine Maximus. Then he looks away.

To be honest, I'm kind of pissed off right now. At Blaine, at Marcus, at myself. After spending time with me, I thought that he'd rather hang out with us than him. From my spot, I glare at them heatedly, crossing my arms across my chest, hoping that Marcus would look in my way, just to let him that I'm completely not liking that he's still close with Blaine.

"What does he see in Blaine?" Luis murmurs, shaking his head as he picks up a hotdog without using a fork, shoving it into his mouth.

What does he see in Blaine? The question runs inside my head, as if it's on loop. I think of all the possible reasons why Marcus keeps hanging out with Blaine, but I don't find any. Well, I think of bad reasons, reasons that are not possible. Such as perhaps, they are cousins. Or distant relatives. Reasons like that, which don't make sense at all. It's impossible for Blaine and Marcus to be related – they don't have a resemblance at all. I mean, there should be at least one trait, right?

Realizing now that I'm gripping the fork in my hand, I let it go and heave up a frustrated sigh. I should know the reason why Marcus keeps hanging out with that freak, and I won't stop until I get the idea.

With my eyes trained on them, I continue to eat rather angrily. I shouldn't be angry in the first place, yet I can't help but be so.

They both stand up, leaving their trays on the table. They seem engaged in a deep conversation – Blaine's hands are flying as he explains something to Marcus. Marcus just keeps nodding, his eyes focused on Blaine. Without putting much thought about it, I stand up and decide that I will follow them. There's still time before the end of lunch and the next period starts, and within that time, a lot can happen. Where are they going? What are they going to do? Are they going to ditch school? Questions run through my hand without stopping, and the more I think about it, the more I get frustrated. Who knows?

I run up to them, yelling Marcus' name. They both halt to a stop, looking over their shoulder to look at me; Marcus' brows are furrowed and Blaine is smirking as he looks at me. I want to wipe the smirk off of his face with my fist, and I wonder if the marks that would be on his face could be put into a museum for pleasure viewing. Who knows? Maybe I could make an art with my fist, and the canvas would be his face. Now I wonder if I'm being such an asshole but then Blaine comes into my head, and I don't feel an asshole anymore.

"Hey," Marcus greets me, giving me a lopsided grin. I want to yell at him, to tell him how stupid he is for still hanging out with the freak, but with that smile he has on his face, I feel like I have lost the capability to make a snide remark, to throw some shade.

"Can I talk to you?" I ask hesitantly, pursing my lips as Marcus looks at Blaine with a helpless look. To me, it almost seems like Marcus is asking permission with that look on his face from Blaine. "In private." I add hastily, noticing the shared look they have.

"Okay," replies Marcus after a few seconds have passed.

"See you at home," Blaine chortles, turning around and walking away from us. I narrow my eyes suspiciously at his retreating figure, then flick my eyes to Marcus. Blaine throws another smile at our direction, which pisses me more. His lopsided smile has become awkward. I cross my arms across my chest, letting him know that I'm completely pissed.

I remain silent, hoping that he won't confirm what I'm thinking. In fact, I want it to be a lie. A lie that will never be true. But somehow something inside me tells me that what I'm thinking is correct. I tap my foot impatiently, anxious to know the truth. It's all so confusing. I want to know what the truth is, but at the same time, I don't want to know it.

"See you at home," I mimic Blaine's voice, making a face, which I know is horrible for my part and on my face, because everything about Blaine sucks. "Seriously, what the hell is going on between you two? Are you guys some sort of boyfriends?"

At first, he just looks at me with a mortified expression, then his lips quirk into a mocking smile, then he bursts out laughing, doubling over as he turns his back on me. His shoulders are shaking rapidly as he laughs, his voice echoing around the hallway. I stomp my feet on the ground – I don't care if I look like a brat, or a child. I want him to know that I'm pissed at him. Completely.

"Why would you think of that?" he asks me, still chuckling. There's a light in his eyes, an indication that he's amused, that glistens as he looks at me. "Wait, I... why?"

Marcus finally regains control of himself, huffing a breath. I shoot him an icy glare, jaw clenching. "Well, for one, you guys are always together. Second, oh did I mention already that you guys are always together?" I ask him mockingly. "Third, even though I told you that he's a freak, you still hang out with him. You are so close with him, so close that I think that you guys are exclusively dating."

Why am I even mad? Who cares if they are together? Who cares if they are exclusively dating? Who cares if they are f*****g boyfriends? Well, me, apparently. For an unknown reason. God, this is so irritating. I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. I don't want this feeling. The feeling of jealousy. I hate it.

"You know what? I don't give a f**k if you're guys are in a relationship," I say angrily, turning my back on him. But before I do, I see his face darken as I turn around.

Grabbing my wrist, his fingers closing around my wrist, he turns me around with an angry expression plastered on his face. He almost looks like a beast, if he weren't so human at all. I shrink back in fear – a different aura is now surrounding him. It feels like he has the upper hand here, the superior, the leader, the one in-charge. And I'm a little submissive under his scrutinizing eyes.

"He's not my f*****g boyfriend," he growls low in his throat. His eyes darken, anger surfacing, surrounding his iris. "I don't like him. I'm not into him." He fists his other hand, his eyes boring into mine and a shiver runs down my spine.

For some reason, I believe him. Like, there's a little voice inside my head that says he's always telling the truth, that he's not really interested with Blaine Maximus. And it makes me calm.

Marcus lets go of my wrist, turning his back on me. I can see the outline of his back, the muscles, and I see how tense they are. I suddenly feel bad for working him up – I was being a total asshole. I mean, for God's sake, I shouldn't act like he's my boyfriend. I'm not even gay. Am I?

The question bugs me, somehow. I know that all my life, I have been interested in girls. With booties and boobs. But how can you explain what I'm feeling when I'm around Marcus? Straight men don't feel this with the other men, do they? Are they just in a phase? Am I just in a phase? Why am I asking myself this? I have a girlfriend – a very beautiful and loving girlfriend. Her name is Julia. Though in the past few days, she's acting really weird and moody, I know that I love her. Do I, really? Damn it.

That question bugs me to the point that I just want to scream. It's all messed up. When I met him, I never knew that he would bring much conflict to me. It's his fault that I'm acting like this. It's his fault that I feel what I feel towards him. It's unfair.

"Then why do you keep hanging out with him?" I ask him in a low voice, almost too scared to know what the answer is. "I have already proved to you that I'm cooler than him, and I thought after you spent your time with me in my house, you would consider to not hang out with him."

I know that my reason it's a childish reason, but hey, it's the truth. Really. I expected him to hang out with me, to walk right over where my table is, ask if he can join us, then we'd tell stories. But I thought wrong.

"Blaine... he isn't really a bad guy or a freak or something that you guys call," Marcus says. Though he has calmed down already, I can still feel that he's still in a bad mood. A mood that I want to get rid of. His jaw clenches, as well as his hands, and I wonder if I have done too much. "In fact, he's a cool guy. He may not be cooler than you, or your friends, but you can call him a friend. Plus, we live in a same house. His house, actually. I... he let me in because I didn't have a place to..."

"Wait, what?" I ask him, eyes wide. "You and Blaine are living under the same roof?"

"I told you that he's a good kit yet what you only heard is that Blaine and I are living in the same place." He says, rolling his eyes. "Yes. After he found out that I was living in, um, well, he just decided to take me in. Said I could stay in his place."

Furrowing my brows in confusion, I tilt my head to the side. There's something else that he's not telling me. I can feel it. Does he have his own house? What happened to his parents? Did they kick him out? There are so many questions running inside my head, and only Marcus can answer them. Truthfully, hopefully.

But still, after finding out that he's living under the same roof with Blaine, I know that I have to do something about it. It's not okay. At least to me. There's something wrong with it. If people find out that they are living together, they are going to tease Marcus for it, and that's not what I want to happen. Blaine Maximus is just going to ruin his life, and that's not okay.

"You have to get out of there," I say, my eyes boring into his. His brows furrow. "I don't f*****g care about the reasons you have regarding your stay in Blaine's house. You have to get out of there, and you will be staying with me. In my house."

"Wait, what?"

"You heard me!" I stomp my foot on the ground. I don't like the idea of him spending so much time with Blaine Maximus. Marcus Pierson could spend his time with me. Only me. "No buts."

"But –"

"No buts!"

Before I turn around, I catch a glimpse of a smile tugging into his lips, but I'm just too damn angry to care about his reaction. Later, at the end of the school, I'll f*****g force him to get inside my car, and stay with me in my f*****g house so he won't have to stay in Blaine's place, with him.