A/N: So here is chapter 3, i hope u guys like it. plz tell me what you think.
Chapter 3:
A Mile in Denial
Tyler Lockwood does not, under any circumstances, have wet dreams about other guys. Especially not wet dreams starring Jeremy Gilbert. That's the lie he's telling himself as he's cleaning himself off from said wet dream anyways; a wet dream about the younger Jeremy Gilbert.
And this wasn't the first time he and Gilbert had a steamy rendezvous in his dreams; gods, no! Tyler had lost count at how many times this had happened, and he found himself rigorously, and religiously cleaning himself off afterwards.
This all started that night he saw him in the graveyard, drunk and high. He saw a side of Jeremy he hadn't seen before, broken, and it just about broke Tyler. He doesn't know why, but his heart aches when he thinks about that night. He wishes he could have helped him that night, to make him feel again, to be the one to wipe those tears away. To be able to tell him that no matter what, his parents would have loved him and forgiven him; unlike his own, whom could never compare to Jeremy's.
He also wishes he doesn't have these feelings, but he can't stop them. He knows why, he's just not ready to stop his denial just yet.
JYLERJYLER
Tyler knew school would be a troublesome pain, yet again, he just didn't know how much. Every time he sees him, he gets this sudden urge to do one of two things; stroke himself and not survive the embarrassment that came with it, not to mention the questions and the ridicule, and then there is the not so healthy alternative. Which is to just walk right up to Gilbert and kiss him, to tell him how he feels, to confess how much he cares, but reality kicks in and he just holds his breath and smiles awkwardly as he passes by. He prays to god he doesn't look like an idiot doing so.
Or maybe it was healthy; the kind of healthy that would leave him disowned and kicked out.
Jeremy smiles back and Tyler's breath is caught in his throat, he thinks he might suffocate from it. His heart stops, and his knees go weak, fingers twitch, and his toes curl. How he manages to keep walking, he doesn't know, but he silently thanked the universe for saving him the embarrassment.
He gets to his locker, Jeremy now long gone, and he let's out the breath he has been holding the whole time. His breathing is ragged and desperate, and his vision blurs. He holds himself in place as he leans forward against his locker. He let's his eyes close as he breaths in a strong and deep breathe. His heart is beating again, his toes uncurl, and the twitch in his fingers are long gone and forgotten.
He doesn't know how long he can survive the day, let alone the rest of his life if this continues.
He doesn't have much time to dwell on his impending doom, as the bell rings and he hurries to class, being careful not to be tardy again.
"Mr. Lockwood," his math teacher had called to him as he walked into class late, yet again, as if calling him 'mr.' would somehow make it more repulsive. It was more annoying than anything. "This is your fifth tardy."
Tyler rolled his eyes, as if he didn't know that already. "Sorry," he said, not giving a damn. A tardy was the least of his worries today, he couldn't really take this seriously.
"Well, you're going to have make it up in detention after school."
JYLERJYLER
Tyler angrily walked out the front doors of the school, "Two fucking boring hours of detention! And for what? Ugh!" He cursed the day he decided to walk through cemetery to visit his dead grandparents, and instead found Jeremy.
He didn't feel like driving, so he opted to walk a mile or so, to clear his head, to figure out some stuff. Mainly stuff involving Jeremy, but he was still in denial about that. And he would be, for as long as he could.
He just doesn't think it will be much longer before he cracks under his own feelings.
A/N: My current muse=Lady Antebellum. They will sort of be the inspiration for the next chapter. C y'all later.
question: is this chapter short? i really didnt think it was. but it really looks like it.
-passion
