𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎 [BxB] ✔️

1.| Fight me

DARRENS POV.

DISCLAIMER: Homophobic Slurs, Violence 

1 YEAR LATER

My high school graduation.

I sat stiffly in my chair, my graduation cloak tickling my neck, my cap hanging on to my head for dear life.

My usual emotionless expression on my face.

I always stayed with my word when I meant I didn't allow anybody to see my emotions. Especially people who were useless to me. The only thing I ever really let slip was a blank, scowl or grunt.

Take it or leave it.

I stared straight ahead.

Into nothing.

My senior year of high school was definitely...very, uh...

Blunt.

The annual science fair.

Wasn't there.

Halloween Dance.

Nope.

Biggest football game in our school history.

Uh, definitely not.

Prom.

Well, technically I was there. If you count sitting in the car park.

All night.

Smoking and ignoring the staring by passers.

I just didn't give a fuck about anything.

Not after what happened.

I kept staring.

Into nothing.

I just kept thinking.

About him.

When DON'T you think about him?

''Darry. You're thinking about him again, aren't you?''

I shift my head slightly upwards to reveal my best friend Logan Cortez. His wild honey blond locks were hidden underneath his cap.

His blinding white teethed grin was shining bright and his one-armed tattoo, that snaked from the edge of his shoulders down to the tip of his wrist, was on full display.

Did he seriously tear up his graduation gown just to show off?

''Darry? Are you even listening to me!?''