Won't You Love Me Too? (BxB) (Mpreg)

Chapter 2

Don't Care About Me:

"Stiles!" Scott screamed from across the halls. The boy turn around to see his best friend struggling to fight the currents of passing students and giggled.

"What's up Scotty?" he asked tilting his head. "Man, you wouldn't believe what happened yesterday with Allison!" the excited teen jumped.

Stiles' face paled. Of course. "Really? What?" he asked with a smirk. "We. Had. Sex." he paused in excitement.

Stiles had to resist all the urge to fall as his legs once again turned to blob. "Awesome man! You finally lost your virginity." he teased. He wasn't sure if his voice had cracked.

"Thanks dude, knew you'd be proud of me!" Scott grinned innocently. That only made him felt worse. How could he betray his friend's trust? He was the worst.

His knees couldn't stop shivering. His hands were sweaty. His thin lips quivered as he tried to hold back his tears. Why can't it be him? Why wasn't he born a woman?

He couldn't understand why he was so confused. He knew the answers to his questions, he knew them very well.

" Stiles?" Scott asked his dazed friend. Stiles woke from his daze and smiled at the boy. "Huh?"

"As I was saying, do you want to go to that party with me and Allison this weekend?" he asked. "Won't I be a third wheel?" he questioned. He didn't want to disturb them.

"Nah, your my best friend, I'd wanna hang out with you sometimes too, y'know?" he grinned at him. Don't. It would only make him wish for more. Don't go.

" Sure." despite all his conscience, he couldn't help but comply. Despite all his worries, he knew he was still in love.  He hated himself for it. Why can't he just leave him alone?

If only he was never born, then Scott would never met a liar like him. He would be happy with Allison without worries of a third wheel.
He won't have a friend who betrayed his trust. Instead, he'll have other friends. Friends who'd genuinely be happy for him at his wedding. Friends who are honest to him.

Instead, he's stuck with a good for nothing. Stiles couldn't help but shed a whimpered tear. Scott panicked. "Whoa, dude? What's wrong!" he urgently babbled.

Scott looked around to see if anyone was looking at them, they weren't. "Nothing, I-I gotta go." Stiles stuttered before he rushed back to his safe spot, the roof.

"Hey! Stiles! Where're you going?" Scott yelled out. But Stiles wasn't listening, the only thing in his mind was not to let him see his disgusting tears.

Stiles limply closed the large metal door behind him before falling to the ground in a whimper. "Best friend, huh? Some friend I am." he muttered to himself.

All his tears rolled down his puffy cheeks. He heard the ring of the first bell, but he couldn't move. The tears just wouldn't stop. He was pathetic. He was ugly. Most of all, he was a liar.

Often days, he would stare off at the bars that separated him and the edge of the building. Wondering, what would happen if he died now? Would things change? Today was not an exception.

And just like other days, he stopped himself right before. His thought would always wonder back to Scott whom would be devastated at the news of his death. Then again, sometimes he wondered if he might actually celebrate it. Maybe he was the reason he had held back all this time, a burden maybe.

Of course he was.

He clutched his book that he unnoticeably brought with  him and opened it. He opened the last page and began writing a note.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as each sentence came to an end. And as he finished, he stood up clutching his book on his chest and walked towards the edge.

He scanned down the building towards the ground. It was a 2-story building, he could probably end his life.

With that in mind, he closed his eyes and stopped his tears. A smile came on his face, it was a long life. Long enough anyway. He doesn't need him anymore, no matter how much he tried to assure him, it was clear. He wasn't needed. He isn't necessary for his happiness.

So, he jumped down book still clutched in his hands. He could feel the cold air pressure against him trying to withstand his fall, but it was useless. Then, he felt nothing.