Cruel Intentions
Looking at him sleeping next to me I wondered what everyone would think if they knew. They'd probably think oh poor Jeremy poor innocent Jeremy being used by Tyler Lockwood. Which makes me laugh a little, if they only knew that sweet innocent Jeremy was not only fucking Tyler he was going to fuck him over they would all die. Rolling over my eyes glanced over the ceiling while I remember how this how thing started.
2 Months ago
Look at him that smug bastard just sitting there copying someone's homework like usual. If it weren't for him Vicki would still be here. He's so into himself he doesn't even realize I've been sitting at the table behind him glaring at his back this whole time. He snapped up the second the bell rang grabbing his stuff and running off without even glancing at me. He didn't he notice that a book of his fell.
Picking the unmarked dark brown book up, I wondered what it was. Opening it up and flipping through the pages it became clear it was a journal. I couldn't help but laugh and smirk at the fact that Tyler Lockwood keeps a journal and now it is in my hands, the one person who truly deeply hates him has a book filled with personal secrets that could be used to destroy him. Rushing off with his journal I head straight to the empty art class room. Once inside I locked the door and headed to the right corner of the room sitting down next to the window. I opened his journal up to the last entry and began to read it.
Dear Journal, Jeremy is sitting right behind me watching me with hate in his eyes. I can feel his deep rage burning into my back. I wish that he didn't hate me, even if he doesn't like just not hate me so much. I wish that he would look at me the same way he used to look at Vicki. If only he knew how much I love him, hell the only reason I was even with Vicki was because he liked her. All I want is to turn around and tell him I love you, always have and for him to tell me he loves me too. But even if he didn't hate he would still never love me, he isn't gay. Even if he was gay he would never love me he is way too good for me.
I don't fucking believe it Tyler fucking Lockwood is gay and in love with me. Flipping back a couple pages I read more.
Dear journal, my asshole of a father punched me in the ribs today for getting a D in English. He would hit me ten times worse if he knew that I'm gay. If he knew the reason I got a D is because I can't focus in the class was because Jeremy Gilbert the guy I'm desperately in love with is in the class he would probably nearly kill me. Cause than not only would he know I'm gay but that I'm in love with a guy he would think is trash. Which is why I can never tell him the truth, why I can never be myself cause he would kill me or nearly kill me than through me out saying he wouldn't have a fag for a son or something like that. I can't wait till I'm free not stuck here with a father who beats me who would hate me if he ever knew the real me with a mother who doesn't feel it's her place to do anything other than pretend it's not happening. God I wish I was in English right now at least I could watch him, hell that was the only reason I signed up for that art class was to just be near him.
I almost felt bad for the son of a bitch, having such an asshole for a father couldn't be easy. Even still it didn't give him the right to treat her the way he did, it was right.
After reading the rest of his journal it became clear that his father was a real peace of work, not only did he physically and emotionally abuse his son he cheated on his mother with any women he could find. That Tyler himself hated him and hated anything that he did that was anything like his father. That Tyler was 100% gay had known sense he was 12 and was deeply in love with me, to the point of obsession.
It was then that I decided I could use this to get revenge. That I would seduce him make him think I loved him, push him to come out and then dump him telling it was all a game. I slipped the journal into his backpack during art when I walked by him. I sat next to him that class and made sure he caught my glances at him. I purposely smiled at him when I left and when I came back even slightly touched him. I had all I could do not to laugh at the confusion on his face. Two days later after being nice to him and talking lightly with him I put a note in his locker telling him to meet me by his car during lunch. He showed up acting like he was bothered, I asked him if we could go somewhere alone to talk he said no that anything I want to say I should say. So I got really close to him and said simply I like you now can we go somewhere and talk.
So he drove us up to the woods where we talked and me pretending to have these deep secret feelings for him, and him confessing his to me. Then lightly kissing me and asking if I wanted to do something tonight.
That was how this whole secret relationship started; it's hard to believe it's only been two months. I turned my head back over to look at him; he was still sleeping peace fully next to me. When he wakes up I'll see just how far along I am. Till then I would just watch him sleep his lips in this kind of bliss filled smile, thinking that he is beautiful doesn't mean I'm gay neither does having sex with him, it is all just to get revenge it doesn't meaning anything. An hour or two later his deep chocolate brown eyes slowly opened smiling when he saw me watching him sleep.
"How long have you been up?" he softly asked me while a smile formed on his lips. "Not long" I answered with before asking him "Do you think you're ready to tell Matt"? He looked at me with this look that I've never seen before "Do you want me to tell him"? I thought it over for a second before answering him "Yes I would like it if you told him". He nodded "Then I'll tell him tomorrow". "Just like that you're going to tell him because I want you to?" he slid closer to me "Yes, because I love you". I guess he could tell I wasn't expecting that because he quickly told me "You don't have to say it back; I just wanted you to know how I feel". I kissed him softly on his full pink lips and looked into his eyes "I love you too". He got this big goofy grin on his face which made me happy, happy than it should. Remember this isn't real you actually don't have feelings for him. He glanced over at the clock before saying he didn't to get home, he put his cloths back on kissed me goodbye and climbed back out the window leaving.