His (BxB)

Part 7

"What did he want?" William pauses in his track, and this makes me stop walking also. He can't help but wonder. I just told him about my short encounter with Ethan that still brings horror to me even until this very second.

"No idea." I shake my head a little, initiating a move so that we can resume our walk to the cafeteria for it's already lunch hour and I'm kind of starving. His right hand rests on my waist along the way. "Perhaps he just wanted to scare me."

"Or he's seeking for an open war with me." He adds with annoyed tone.

I don't reply to that. I concern more in the acting as natural as possible because I withhold another information from William. Yes, I did it again. I didn't tell William that I was having a short conversation with Tim. How can I tell him that? William had clearly warned me not to have anything to do with Tim ever again.

"Anything else, Lou?" He asks.

"No. Just that." I try to work hard on my amateur body language so that it won't give off any unnecessary message that can be read by my boyfriend's prying eyes.

"Spill it, Baby," He asks. "I know you too well. You're holding something."

I let out a small sigh, half-hoping that William won't notice that. I guess I really can't hide anything from him. To be honest, I also dislike the idea of keeping things from William. It's against my belief. I love him so much. I want him to know everything about me, just like how much I want to know everything about him.

But this time I really can't tell him about Tim. The matter is too sensitive. I can't imagine what William would do if he ever found out that Tim had been so daring to talk to me while he's not around. Even though Tim and I are no longer friends, I still care about him. That will never change. And I hope Tim knows that.

"Speak, Lou." William is no longer asking. He orders me to answer the question right away. Blame me, for I'm the one who's responsible for tickling his curiosity. And now I really have to satisfy it before it grows bigger into becoming doubt. I wish I'm better at putting up a poker face.

"It's..." I contemplate my answer for a split second, "Mikey and Ivan."

I observe his face while walking beside him. I hold the books that I've been bringing tighter into my hug. I hope he doesn't find out that I just left out the last subject. Tim.

"What's with them?" Looks like my answer was not exactly like he might have guessed earlier. "What did they do to you, Baby?"

"I'm not sure, William," I don't know how to explain such absurdity, "It's probably nothing."

Suddenly he stops walking again and pulls me back by my left arm. He wants me to look at him in the eye by lifting my chin. No, he's not mad. I don't catch anger in his eyes. Instead, he looks a little bit... sad.

"Don't tell me nothing, Lou." He sounds so caring. "You're everything to me. Even the smallest thing about you is never going to be nothing in my eyes."

I know I'm blushing furiously right now. It's been few months I've been going out with him, but his nice gesture never fails to make me fall in love with him all over again. I feel like hugging him right now but I can't. We're in school and I'm not really keen on seeking people's attention.

"Mikey… He... He's mad at me." I start my explanation, "He called me slut."

I see William's expression grows tense a little. "Don't listen, Baby. He's just jealous."

"I know. Don't worry." I make a funny smile to emphasize that I don't really think about Mikey's earlier accusation.

"What about Ivan? Did he annoy you also?"

"No, no. Ivan is quite nice." I realize that my words can give William a wrong idea by the way he quirks his eyebrows. "I mean, he cares about us."

"What does that mean?" William asks in confusion and starts to get impatient.

"I think he's suggesting us to..." I don't know how to say it. It's so embarrassing. How to say anything like this to my boyfriend.

"To what?"

"Uh... to have..." Gosh, this is embarrassing, "to have s-sex."

He gets baffled at my answer and I'm too embarrassed to even look at him in the eye. "He is suggesting us to have s*x?"

OMG. Must he repeat that? I just nod.

He suddenly rubs my shoulder while silently directing me to continue our walk to cafeteria. Probably he's sensing my discomfort about the subject. "Don't worry, Baby." He speaks in a real calming tone. "We won't do that. Not until you're ready."

I just nod again. I have no idea how to answer that. I have been dreaming about being taken by William almost every night, but I can't simply exclaim to him that I'm ready, right? He would think I'm exactly like what Mikey said. A s**t.

"Alright, Lou. You sit there. I'll go get food for us both." William points to a nearby table as we get into the cafeteria. The place is already crowded but we still manage to find vacant seats.

Without waiting for another command, I claim the seat that William has pointed. Waiting for him, I look around to see any face I might recognize. But none of them are here. Jess is also nowhere to be seen. Probably they have finished their lunch already.

Then my attention drawn at some chirpy girls beside my table. There are four blonde girls with pony tails wearing our school's cheerleaders’ jacket. Yes, they got a same hairstyle. For the performance purpose, I suppose. They seem to be very enthusiastic chatting about the coming prom night. What to wear, when to buy, who to go with. Seems fun.

I personally think that senior year is the best year. It's like we're going to be adults in no time. Right after the prom night, to be exact. But no matter how badly I can't wait for it, I still have to wait until next year since I am still in my junior year. Unlike William, he's graduating high school in another three months. And I hope my senior year won't go extremely dull since there will be no William in every class I'll take.

Sighing, I shift my attention to my boyfriend. William is still waiting in a queue to get our food. There are still five people before his turn. And without realizing, I curve a small smile at his current state. This is not an ordinary sight to see William being this patient. He's raised in a powerful family, living an easy life. He never had to wait to get whatever he wanted.

"Is this seat empty?" Somebody asks.

Mikey's voice. I look passed my shoulder to find Mikey standing with his smug face. He's referring to a vacant seat beside me. "Yes," I answer carefully. I don't want to say anything more than what's necessary. I'm afraid he is plotting something bad for me. I don't mean to create false accusation, but I can't help it. I still remember his threat from this morning. I don't want to stumble upon his trap if he really does set any.

He allows himself to seat without bothering to search for any acceptance out of my facial expression. He doesn't say anything and merely drink his cola in silence. Is he trying to make me feel uncomfortable? I clumsily observe Mikey's appearance before I go back to gazing down at the white glossy table surface before me.

From this distance, I can clearly see that he has a really cute face. His brown eyes match with his brown hair, but not the lame kind of brown. His skin looks very smooth, especially on his chubby crimson cheeks. My existence is utterly nothing when compared to his. He seems to be everybody's type. Like it's plain to see why anyone would want to be with him.

"Why are you here?" A familiar cold voice asks.

I notice Mikey's eyes widen in enthusiasm as he sees William already standing across our table. He doesn't answer William's question right away even though I'm sure he heard it clearly, despite of the noisy cafeteria. He lets William put his food tray on the table and take his seat across me. I dare not to make a move or a sound. I really hope Mikey's just going to act civil and friendly towards us and not making a scene.

"I heard the prom date was released," Mikey's starting his answer with random subject. "I wonder who are you going to take to the dance with you, William?"

William straighten his chin up while shooting unfriendly glare towards Mikey. "My boyfriend, of course. And I believe that's none of your concern."

Still wearing his smug face, Mikey shifts his attention to me. I really don't like where this is going. He clearly is up to something. "What about you, Louis?" He directs his question to me. What does he mean?

"I... I'm not senior." My answer sounds thick in confusion.

He snorts and rephrases his question, "I mean whose invitation are you going to accept? William's or Ethan's? Ethan is also graduating this year. I saw you both talking in the library this morning. Did he invite you to prom? I believe you've been longing to go out with him since you're a kid, right?"

"What the f*ck are you saying?" William asks as if Mikey's speaking in a foreign language.

"You don't know?" Mikey triggers William's nerves a little further. "Your boyfriend has always been in love with the guy who bullied him."

"Bullsh*t!" William's starting to lose his patience. "Get lost, Mikey."

"Did it ever occur to you as to why he always wears that old necklace from his elementary school?" Mikey adds nonchalantly. "It's from Ethan. Don't you know that?"

Both William and I are surprised by his question. I mean, how did he even know that? I shift my eyes to William in reflex, only to find that he looks so furious at that new information. And he's glaring at me as if he'd been betrayed all this time. Oh, God. I don't want him to get wrong idea about it.

"Get lost, Mikey." William is back to glaring at Mikey. And he coldly repeats his command.

"You think I lie?" Mikey doesn't seem to understand that William has to be obeyed whenever he's in his current state. "Your sneaky boyfriend is-"

"I SAID GET THE F*CK LOST!" William snaps at him.

This immediately brings everybody's attention in nearby table drawn to us. I silently feel thankful that the cafeteria is still very noisy. It means no one notice our scene, except only a few girls. I see Mikey's finally getting up from his seat, proceeding to leave us.

"Ask his friend, Timothy, and you'll know I wasn't lying." Mikey shots another attempt before leaving our table. So it was Tim who told Mikey about the necklace.

William is back to his tray. Busy separating his food from mine in silence. Everybody's back with their own lunch and no longer watching us. I don't know what to do. Should I say anything to William so that he doesn't make a wrong conclusion? He seemed furious just now with Mikey.

"William..." I start in hesitation.

"Eat." Ignoring my attempt, he orders me to start eating. He gives me my sandwiches and grapes in a plate and put it before me. He hands me a cup of milkshake afterwards.

"I'm sor-"

"F*cking eat, Louis!" William tries hard not to raise his voice. But that is only causing his voice to sound dangerously venomous. His voice is thick with coldness that it sends me trembling slightly from the chill. I cower under his vicious glare.

I don't have the gut to look at him in the eye. He clearly doesn't want to deal with any rebellious act right now. I don't want to make him mad, more than he already is. So I start eating in silence. I try clumsily not to make any unwanted sound, afraid that it might annoy him.

Despite of all the lunch break noises, I find our silence to be very unpleasant. I wish I could get passed this uncomfortable situation as soon as possible.

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