Your Love is Killing Me

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 seam 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 manage to tell more bullshit.

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

"Please, you're wrong. He was just helping me." Louis begs. Shit. 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 bitch 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.