Tyler's POV

I opened my locker and a note fell, I looked around quickly before reading the note.

Boys locker room, after school. Be there or else...

~Trevor

My eyes widened.

'You should probably go'

"Yea, you're right." I stated and shut the locker.

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School was going by fast and I didn't like that. Luckily Josh and Patrick came and talked to me at times. But unfortunately, school was over. I slowly walked to the boys locker room.

"Hey Tyler!" Josh shouted, gaining Tyler's attention. Tyler smiled and turned around.

"Are you doing anything right now?" He asked.

"Sorry Josh, I actually am. Maybe tomorrow?" I asked, he frowned a bit, but smiled again.

"Yea tomorrow definitely. We can do whatever you want tomorrow." Josh smiled. Man this guy was a ray of sunshine.

"Alright you ray of dunshine. I'll see you later." With that, I hugged him and walked off just as Brendon came over, we waved at each other as I walked away.

I made it to the boy's locker room and slowly walked in.

"I thought you'd never come." Trevor said from the seat he was sitting on.

"S-sorry sir, I uh, g-got held up." I gulped. He came over and tugged my backpack off, then pushed me into the locker. I decided to speak.

"W-why do you hate m-me so much?" I asked quietly, "I h-haven't done anything to y-you."

"Because I like you too much. Walking around in those tight jeans, your nice butt, flawless body. That's why I hate you. Because I can't have you." He explained, now that caught me off guard.

"If y-you didn't act l-like a dick, m-maybe it c-could of happen?" I said, it was more a question though.

"Enjoy this. And we'll see what happens." He stated and kissed me. HE IS FRICKING KISSING ME.

'Well kiss him back asshole'

The one time I shouldn't listen, I do, and I kiss him back. He deepened the kiss and then came the tongue. He was the dom in the situation. A throat was cleared, we broke apart and looked at the noise.

Josh

"You're uh by my l-locker." He squeaked. We moved out the way and he went to his locker and started to get his baseball gear.

"Josh-" I started.

"Tyler." He cut me off, he got all his stuff ready in a backpack and turned to face us. The hurt so clear on his face. "I can't do tomorrow."

"The next day?" I asked. Trevor had his arms around my waist, but I didn't care at the moment.

"Or then, or any day ever." He stated and looked down. Tears leaking from his eyes.

"I have to go." He whispered and walked pasted us with his head down.

"Josh-" But he was already out the door.