Chapter 5: what I never expected

HAYDEN’S POV

I didn’t sleep that night.

It was not because of the message…okay, it was partially because of the message, but mostly because my brain wouldn't shut the hell up about those words he had said.

He is a loud moaner….get headphones.

I wanted to throwup so bad, with the thoughts of him fucking a guy.

Stephen had always been annoying, always smug in a quiet, yet infuriating way, but this was different. This wasn't him losing and licking his stupid wounds as I had expected. There was him flipping the damn script and watching me choke on it.

I stared at the ceiling of the infirmary long after the nurse had dimmed the lights, as my head replayed all the messages sent to the school group chat. The way people rallied around him, as if he were their savior. The way my name kept popping up in the replies, even though I had refused to open them.

Homophobic Bigot.

That was my new title. It was a fucking bandana on my head and I had no way to rip it off.

By morning, my jaw ached badly from clenching it all night.

I packed my things silently, ignoring the studious glances that were thrown my way as I dragged my bags across the campus. The place felt different now, like the walls had grown smaller. I could hear all the whispers, especially coming from a group of girls he had passed by.

“OMG! That’s Hayden. Fuck, he is so hot. But why does he have to be so homophobic?” One girl said.

“ I don't care about that…..I’d totally fuck him. He looks like he has something big and can make a girl get to heaven.” Another girl said.

“Lilian….” The first girl scolded.

Hayden shook his head as he continued his walk to Dorm 1267, which was at the far end of the west wing. It was an old hostel but it was doable. It had a living space, two rooms, a kitchen, and one bathroom.

Stephen was already there.

He had claimed the bigger room already, sprawled out like he owned the room, headphone on, leg bouncing to whatever music he was listening to. He did not look up when I walked into this room, which was almost half done, and it annoyed me.

I dropped my bag on the floor harder than I needed to.

“Take those stupid headphones off.” I snapped.

He did, slowly and with a stupid calm, expression on his face like nothing in the world bothered him.

“Good morning to you too…” he said with a mocking smile. “Did you sleep well?”

I ignored that. “What the hell is fucking wrong with you?”

He blinked. “That’s a broad question. I think you would have to narrow it down.”

“The post, the picture you sent to me, that fucking, stupid message.” I half yelled. “You are doing this on purpose.”

Stephen smiled, “Of course I am.”

I took a step forward before I could stop myself. “You are trying to make me look like some kind of monster.”

He shrugged, “Well, you did that all by yourself.” He replied nonchalantly. “I just…..clarified the whole situation.”

Fuck, I wanted to punch him so bad but I held myself. “You fucking kissed me.” I hissed, lowering my voice even though no one else was around. “You started all of this.”

His eyes flickered to my lips for a split second, “You stole my girlfriend and shoved me into a wall.” He said. “I think we are even.”

“We are not even.”

He shrugged and stood up, crossing the room until he was right in front of me. I tensed automatically, my head screaming for me to step back, but I refused. I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

“You are really mad,” he said. “Is it because people like me more now?”

I scoffed. “Please, they will forget you in a week.”

“Maybe…” his voice dropped low, sexy and seductive. “But I don't think you would.”

That did it.

I grabbed my bags and stormed out of the room. “Stay on your side of the dorm. I mean what I said. If you touch me, I swear….”

“I know,” he interrupted gently. “You will stab me in my sleep..woah, very scary.”

I glared at him, while he mocked me. “I am very serious.”

“So am I.” His tone changed, harder than before. “I don't want to touch you, Hayden. You can fucking relax.”

I hated that. It sounded so sincere and I hated it. I had no idea why.

I stormed out of the room, to my own room. I began to unpack with all my anger. Stehen had gone back to do whatever he was doing in his room.

By evening, my phone was still buzzing nonstop. I finally dared to check it and I immediately regretted it.

It was messages from people I barely talked to. Some were angry, others disappointed, while other where plain curious. A few girls I had hooked up with unfollowed me.

I locked my screen and tossed my phone on the couch in the living room and tried to focus on the show airing on the TV. Stephen noticed.

“Tough crowd?” He asked.

“shut up.”

He hummed. “You know, you could just apologize, publicly. It would help alot.”

I laughed, sharp and bitterly. “I have already apologized more than once. That was more than you deserved.”

“Suit yourself.” He focused on his show, “me, I'm having a great week.”

I turned away before I said something that would get me expelled. There was a knock on the door. Stephen smiled wildly and walked up to open it. It was a guy, he was 6’0 feet tall with long blond hair. He was handsome.

He walked up to Stephen and kissed him. I wanted to throw up so badly, as he whispered something into Stephen’s ears which made him giggle.

“Go wait for me inside my room. The door by your left. We are going to have so much fun.” Stephen told the guy, as he kissed him and squeezed his dick, making the guy moan.

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

The blonde guy walked past me, glaring at me. I looked back at Stephen who was smiling. “Well brother, I guess you need those headphones after all.