Resist | Boyf Riends Fanfiction

.•*Chapter 4*•.

"What is wrong with you?" Jenna barked harshly at Michael as he took a seat on the hard bed in the cramped cabin. He rolled his eyes as she continued to scold him, "I watched you speak out to Dennis multiple times! Why couldn't you have just stayed quiet, you could have died–I mean look at you!" She gestures to his beaten face, his black eye, swollen cheek, and the smeared blood dried along his bottom lip.

"Why should you care?! You don't even know me Jenna! At school you ignored me, didn't even talk to me once!" Michael shouts back at her, he throws his hands up in the air as his face contorted into a flurry of anger and sadness.

"Well now that I'm here, now that I'm your friend I care! I can't lose you Michael not in this place, not like this..." Jenna's voice got increasingly quieter, calmer as well. Michael guiltily looked to the side. In his original plan he wanted to disobey and have everyone leave, even if it costed his life. He didn't plan on having people care about him.

Michael sighs, and limps across the room stopping in front of the identical bed Jenna claimed as her own. He leans down and hugs her tightly. Just letting her yell at him, he took what she said to heart now knowing that someone cares.

The sound of an old cowbell ringing interrupted their sentimental moment, they separate and approach the door. Jenna eventually ends up supporting michael when going down the rickety steps of the old cabin.

Michael lifts his head look out at the sea of devastatingly depressed faces, some bruised or red. He feels his eyebrows furrow as he easily puzzles together why the teenagers look so glum. They were thinking about him and his bruises, yet they question why he smiled after leaving the big building. He confirmed his theory as they all look to him with pity and concern, once again Jeremy had the strongest feeling coming from his expression. His expression also had something else hidden in it, something that Michael openly expresses when he looks at Jeremy, love. Michael reluctantly brushed off the emotion with the excuse that he was just seeing what he wants to see, he wished to believe it was true that Jeremy loved him like that, but he couldn't take any chances.

"Alright kiddos!" The bittersweet voice of Helena greets their ears, "it's time for lunch, on a normal day we all go to the screened in area there and we'll serve you that day's food!" She vaguely explains, Michael kept thinking of what catch there was to lunch time: 'can only sit with opposite gender!' Or 'instead of grace you pray for intolerance instead!'. It sickens him that he read of these scenarios actually being true.

As Jenna and Michael approach the screened in patio-like structure, Jeremy ran up to them both and began to walk with them.

"H-Hey Jenna, hey Mike.. It's been a while?" Jeremy stutters, Michael can tell he let his nervousness get the best of him. Michael sees Jenna look at them both and smirk.

"Hey Jerry?" She mutters, Jer looks up at her and she lightly shoves Michael onto him. Of course Jeremy swiftly catches him, but confusion is quick to accompany his features.

Michael looks down an obvious blush swirling on his swollen face. He lets himself lean against Jeremy, taking the chance to be as close to him as he can.

"I should've never told her that..." He mumbles under his breath, he feels Jeremy adjust and hold Michael more comfortably, letting Mike lean his head on his shoulder.

"Told her what?" Jeremy asks, Michael hides his face in Jeremy's shoulder and lets flustered sentence-fragments leave his mouth. He knew he should tell Jeremy how he feels while he has the chance, but he's so comfortable in his unknowing grasp. He wants it to stay like that, for just a little longer.

Jeremy sits down and allows Michael to settle just beside him, the splintery feeling from the old wooden bench that they sat on made everyone visibly uncomfortable. The creaky noise letting everyone question the safety of said benches.

Michael took a long glance around him and saw what could almost be confused with normal lunch at a normal camp. He saw Jenna share light gossip with other girls who listened with interest, a few secretive couples getting as close as they could without a councillors noticing, and Connor Murphy and the boy he described sitting together at a table in the corner. The boy had very light dusty brown hair and blue eyes, he also wore a blue polo that he constantly tugged at. The boy clung to Connor's side so tightly it looked like he was scared Connor and his beaten body would disappear.

"Mikey, you never answered me.." Jeremy's skeptically asks, interrupting his thoughts. Michael smiles and lay his head on the table, hoping to stall for more time.

"S-sorry Jer, but I don't know what you're talking about," Michael mumbled out, he mentally facepalms as that phrase is a common sign that he does know.

"Michael–" Jeremy was cut off as plates of food were handed to each kid, they cautiously stared at the food, it looked like a normal lunch that they'd serve at a school.

They had no choice but to eat and to their surprise it was just normal food, it was obvious that nobody trusted it though.

After lunch–to Michael's relief–Jeremy had forgotten of the whole ordeal. Jeremy and Michael began to joke and laugh again, but the annoying voice of Dennis reminds them of where they are.

"After lunch you have another session of therapy and then it's time to turn in." His agenda stops there, and everyone shares a knowing look.

"What about dinner?" A shy girl asks, all eyes reverted back to Dennis as he smirked.

"Breakfast and Dinner are only for those who are converted and are just waiting to leave,"