A/N: Second to last chapter. I hope you all enjoy it.
8:45, Tuesday. History.
Out on the greens at college, Maxxie was explaining a few of the details of the weekend to Chris. Not including the abuse or the details of the sex, pretty much everything else was brought up. The note, Tony's every word, etc. 'I mean, he was sweet, and charming, and with one look I believed every word that came out of his fucking mouth, Chris.' 'Charming? That's his problem. He's too charming and he can talk his way in or out of anything. Not even the fucking teachers know what they really told him. remember psychology that one time?' 'Not helping, Chris. I love an' all, you know you're like my brother, but right now, you're being really fucking useless.' 'Sorry, Max. What are you going to do if he tries to talk you out of ending it?' 'Probably fall for it and be his little fuckin' toy.' 'Wrong. Tell him to fuck off, if he won't tell anyone about you.' 'You say that like it's an easy thing. But I mean, I may as well give in to Sketch while I'm at it, for all the good resisting will do.' Maxxie said, lighting his joint, taking a drag, and giving it to Chris. 'Or have you already forgotten I spent the weekend high and naked in his room?' 'Thanks for the image Max. So, should I hit the bastard in the face and kick him in the bollocks? Or do you want to do the honors?' Chris asked 'Y'know, taking a leaf out of 'Chelle's book.' Maxxie set his jaw as Tony sauntered across the green. 'Ask me that after I speak to this wanker.' He says seriously.
'Hi, Chris, Maxxie.' Tony says non chalantly. 'Right, that's my cue.' Chris says, standing up to walk away. 'Got your little note this morning. Cute.' 'I meant every fucking word of it, Tony. Why do you think I didn't wake you up?' 'Because you were letting your boyfriend sleep in.' 'Don't you-don't use that fucking word, Tony.' 'What word?' He smirked. 'Boyfriend, you little fucker. Don't use that word. Two reasons. One, you don't mean it. You're never going to tell anyone; and two. It doesn't matter anyway, because we're over. You're not going to fuck me around any more. You're not going to fuck me at all.' Maxxie replied seriously. 'Come on, Max, don't be like that.' 'Like what? Like fucking hurt and sick of being screwed around. Fuck you, Tony, you wanker.' 'Come on. I said I wasn't going anywhere.' 'We were probably still high. That's what we did all weekend. Smoke weed, get high. make mistakes. Y'know, I can't believe I trusted you on Saturday night.'
'Yeah, well, you did. Does your fucking brother know what happened? He doesn't, does he? I bet he'd really want to know, too.' 'You wouldn't.' 'Try me.' Maxxie froze at this. 'No. Please don't Tony. He doesn't need to know this. He's known me since we were little kids. He's my brother in every way but blood. You tell him, and I'll never even speak to you again. Just don't tell him. Please, Tony, just don't.' 'I wont.' Maxxie sighed with relief at this. 'If you get back with me.' 'Fuck you. I'm not going to be your little toy anymore, Tony. You either tell people you're with me, instead of hiding it, or fuck off.' 'Or I could just go and tell Chris what you've been hiding from him. He's your "brother". I'm sure he'd understand.' 'Don't you fucking dare, Tony! You're not gonna get what you want by manipulating me! Not again. Never a-fucking-gain! Ever, do you hear me!' 'Fine, then, Maxxie. have it your way.' Tony flipped open his phone. Maxxie's eyes widened. Fucking hell. Chris was going to find out now. And from Tony, too. He might not believe it, though. He knew Tony was a wanker. He held his breath. 'Hi, Chris. come find us on the green. Max here's got something he wants to tell you.'
Tony hung up and whithin two minutes Chris was standing on the green next to the feuding pair. 'What the fuck do you want, Tony? Ange has a free fucking period.' 'Maxxie here wants to tell you what happenedon Saturday night.' He began. 'Chris, I told you the story already. You're practically my brother, why wouldn't I tell you?' Maxxie covered, hoping Tony was just fucking with his mind. 'Are you sure about that Max? Let's recap shall we? Chris' failed camping trip. You begging me to fuck you-' 'I was high!' Maxxie argued, hoping desperately he was on a bad trip. 'Oh, and the little chat we had at the next morning at five when-' CRACK. Maxxie threw a clenched fist at Tony's face. '-when you were a crying, blubbering mess while you were telling me all about-FUCKING HELL! Are you off your fucking rocker, Max? The fuck was that for?' Tony complained. 'You! You wouldn't even make it fair game. You'd probably tell him no matter what I did. So I figured I could at least make you pay.' 'I was just going to tell him about how badly you sounded like a complete fucking girl when you were telling me how badly you wanted to blow me in the bathroom.' 'Fuck you, you complete cock-sucking twat, Tony! I never want to speak to you again. Just go fuck yourself!' Maxxie turned away from Tony and started walking off in the opposite direction.
Watching this exchange silently with a shocked expression, Chris followed quickly after him, wanting to know why Maxxie was panicking so much. It doesn't seem quite right. He couldn't imagine Maxxie wanting him to know this. 'Hey, Max. what the fuck was that got your nickers in a twist?' 'Fuck off, Chris, please. I'm just really not in the fucking mood, okay. Right now, I want a drink, a smoke, some sort of drug, or I'm going to hit someone else.' 'Last time you got in this state and I let you get totally wasted it didn't turn out well.' 'You've always looked out for me Chris, that's why I don't want you to hear what I thought Tony was going to tell you.' 'Why does he know? Out of anyone, you tell that tosser.' 'I was high, that's all. If you're lucky, you'll push off before I get totally wasted and tell you everything.'
'Don't tempt to let you do that, Maxxie. Just tell me sober, when you're ready.' Chris suggested. 'I'll tell you, if you let me smoke up while I'm talking.' 'Smoke, yes. Get high, no. I'm not letting you do that right now.' Chris wasn't the most responsible 17 year old, but he was fiercly protective of his "brother". He wasn't going to let him spill anything he wasn't ready to because he was under some sort of influence.