Author's Note: Okay, and here it is! Another chapter just like I promised. It may be a little bit late...but at least it wasn't a two month long wait! XD Hope you enjoy it and thanks to MyHeroRaven and Miracle of Oracles for the reviews! I'll reply you guys shortly :3 Enjoy the chapter!
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"So, he just…stopped them," Camille asked me, sitting across from me at the lunch table. Her brown eyes scanned the lunch room, settling on Wayne and his friends. "Why would he do that? He's been tormenting you since…the incident." Her eyes focused on me again.
I shrugged, watching Wayne and his friends joke and laugh. "I honestly don't know. The only thing I have to go by is what Cameron said to me in the restroom the other day."
"What'd he say," she asked curiously, her eyes traveling to another table that held Cameron and a few other boys.
"He said Wayne is changing up his game plan…what do you think that could mean?"
Camille looked back at me her eyes narrowed. "Well," she began her voice lowering and a glint appearing in her eyes. "Let's narrow it down. What has his plan been so far?" She watched me for a moment before continuing. "To make your life hell, which is obviously not working anymore since you got that blonde hunk watching out for you."
"Camille," I whispered harshly, glancing around to make sure no one heard her.
"Aw, Logan, you're blushing," she teased reaching across the table and pinching my cheek.
I pushed her hand away, feeling my face get even redder and stared down at my food.
"Alright," Camille sighed, "back to the serious matter. Maybe his new plan is to…" She blanked, her eyes staring at me searching me for answers. "Why is he even so interested in you? I mean, Carlos and James are together and no one cares about them."
"Am I the only one who didn't know they were a couple?"
Camille laughed and nodded, "probably. They make it pretty obvious, but Wayne has never once said anything to them…it's like he doesn't care." Her eyes searched me again, like she was trying to figure me out.
I sighed and checked around us to make sure no one was listening before leaning closer to her. "Look, you gotta promise not to tell anyone."
Camille's eyes widened in interest and she nodded, leaning closer from across the table. "I won't tell a soul," she said seriously, as if this were life or death. She took every opportunity to refine her acting skills.
I smiled slightly and nodded looking down. "Wayne and I," I began, my voice low and my eyes scanning again to make sure no one heard. "We used to date."
Camille's eyes were wide and her mouth hung open in shock before she screamed, "you used to date that asshole?"
I stared at her in shock and hushed her, covering her mouth and glancing around to see the damage. Luckily people were used to Camille's outbursts and only Wayne and Cameron kept their eyes on us. Wayne looked worried while Cameron had a smirk on his face. I looked back at Camille and whispered "announcing it to the entire cafeteria is telling my secret."
She nodded and I slowly took my hand off her mouth. "Why would you ever date him? He's such a prick," she whispered to me angrily.
"He wasn't like this before," I whispered, my eyes traveling to the boy in question. "He used to be…nice."
Camille's mouth hung open once again, "you need to tell me this story or I swear I will rifle through all of your belongings until I find a diary depicting moments when Wayne was this amazing boyfriend."
"I don't keep a diary," I smirked.
"Then I will walk straight up to Kendall Knight himself and tell him that you're in love with him."
My eyes widened as my blush grew stronger. "Camille," I scolded once again staring at her in shock.
She shrugged. "I need to hear this story."
I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "Alright, here's how it happened."
…
It was my freshman year and I had just walked into the school. All the upperclassman knew exactly where they were going, but us freshman stayed huddled against the walls to avoid the huge senior football players that plowed straight through the middle of the hall without a second thought. That was when I first saw Wayne. He was wearing baggy pants and a baggy shirt and looked like one of those stupid rappers that you see on TV with huge clothing big enough to fit four of them in it.
"What're you looking at," he asked, his baseball cap turned backwards.
I opened my mouth but before I could speak Mr. Rocque appeared behind Wayne, snatching his hat off his head. "No caps allowed indoors," he yelled at Wayne, tossing the cap back at him. "Do it again and you'll get a detention." With that he was gone, leaving the both of us a bit scared and praying we didn't have his class.
"You guys look like scared little kittens," a tall blonde haired boy smirked. "I'm Cameron." He held out his hand to me.
I smiled and took it, shaking it lightly, "I'm Logan and don't even try to suggest you wouldn't have been scared with that devil screaming at you."
Cameron laughed, "alright, maybe I would've been a little bit nervous." He turned to Wayne and extended his hand.
"Wayne," he said, and my attention was once again drawn to the dark haired boy. For whatever reason, I liked it. I liked the tone of his voice and how it was so much lighter than his previous statement. He was a totally different person.
"Well, Wayne and Logan," Cameron began. "Seeing as how this is your first time here let me show you around." With that he turned and began leading us through the school.
"What grade are you in," I asked curiously, looking at the boy leading us.
"Oh, I'm a freshman too," Cameron grinned.
"Then why are you acting like you know your way around here," Wayne asked, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Because I do," Cameron looked back at us. "My brother goes here; he's a senior this year but he's been showing me around the school for ages. I know every square inch of the place by heart and all the jocks know who I am. How could they not considering I'm the little brother of Michael Wright, the star football, basketball and baseball player. Name a sport and my brother is the MVP."
"Do you play any sports," I asked.
"Of course, my favorite is basketball but I plan to follow in my brother's footsteps and be the best at all the sports offered here."
"I play football and basketball," Wayne smirked, "you won't beat me."
Cameron laughed. "We'll see about that."
…
"Logan," Camille interrupted. "This is all nice and I totally see how you're bonding with Cameron…but can we get to the juicy part? I want to know how you and Wayne ever happened!"
I rolled my eyes. "Fine, we'll skip ahead."
…
"Do you want to come over to my house to practice," I asked Wayne, surreptitiously watching him change back into street clothes. We had just finished practicing for the big basketball game next Friday and Cameron had already run off to catch up to his brother.
"Logan," Wayne smirked. "We just finished practicing…you really think we suck that bad to have double practice?"
I blushed and moved my gaze back to my locker. "No, I just like to be prepared you know?"
Wayne examined me before nodding. "Sure, but before we play I want food…will you cook for me?"
I had made the mistake of letting Cam and Wayne know how well I could cook when the basketball bake sale came up. They were the ones who bought most of my cookies and cupcakes. I didn't mind though…I'd cook for them anytime if it meant I could see Wayne smile.
"Deal," I grinned and hurried to finish changing. Wayne laughed and followed my lead.
Once we got to my house I ran into the kitchen to start cooking. My mom was out on a date with her girlfriends. They met up at least twice a week to catch up on gossip and stuff. My dad was at work, so Wayne and I were alone in the house. "Make yourself at home," I called to the living room, knowing Wayne was probably fiddling with the television.
I started preparing the cookies and zoned out on my task thinking about practice and how Wayne's face became serious when he was shooting into the hoop. I had acquired a small crush on my best friend. I just…liked the way he did things. I liked how focused he got in a game, I liked the way his hair looked after he took a shower, I was incredibly attracted to his body and the way he spoke when he wasn't acting like an idiot. I just…liked him.
"Hey," Wayne said, making me jump and almost splatter the cookie dough all over the kitchen. He smirked and chuckled, watching the blush cover my cheeks. "I just wanted to know if I could help." He moved closer to me, standing a few inches from me, respecting my personal space but at the same time slightly invading it like Cameron does to girls he flirts with.
My brain faltered for a moment, why would he be flirting with me?
"I could mix something if you want," Wayne offered, watching me closely as he leaned in slightly.
My blush deepened at the close proximity and my eyes shot down to the bowl in my hands. "Um, no that's okay, I got it."
"Ah," Wayne smiled, leaning away a little. "I see."
My eyes traced back up to him and his smile grew into a grin before he winked at me and moved to the fridge to grab a drink. My heart stopped at that wink. Guys didn't do that unless they were keeping secrets or flirting…right?
"What do you think of Cam's new girl," Wayne asked, taking a swig of the root beer bottle he held.
I smiled and shrugged, "he seems happy."
Wayne frowned and nodded. "Yeah, but Cam would be happy with a sock."
I laughed and shook my head. "He just hasn't found a girl who can keep up with him you know? He needs someone who can put him in his place and make him stop acting like a cocky asshole."
Wayne grinned and nodded. "I really hope she'll pop up soon, Cam is annoying as hell and needs to be knocked down a peg or two." We both smiled as I mixed chocolate chips into the cookie dough. "Instead of practicing…do you want to watch a movie or something?"
I looked at him tilting my head. "Which movie?"
He smirked at me and moved to his bag. I watched him disappear out of the kitchen for a moment and wondered what he could be planning. It'd been a while since we saw a movie alone together and the last one he had chosen had scared the shit out of me. It was some horror movie and I was hiding, unceremoniously, in his arm the entire time. It was one of my weaknesses…scary movies. I hated them, but I tried to act tough for Wayne.
"The Ugly Truth," Wayne grinned holding the DVD case out to me.
I raised an eyebrow and smiled taking it from him and examining the cover. "This is a romantic movie," I whispered, keeping my eyes on the cover.
"What, now you don't like romances?" He teased and shoved at my shoulder lightly, earning my attention. "Besides, it's a romantic comedy, comedy being the keyword there. Come on," he grinned, his brown eyes watching me, "watch it with me."
I bit my lip lightly before nodding and handing the case back to him. "Just let me put the cookies to bake."
He grinned wide and nodded, moving to the living room while I continued with my task.
…
"That was a move wasn't it," Camille interrupted, smirking wide at me.
I chuckled and nodded, "I think so."
"The horror movie was probably one too…"
"Maybe," I smiled, taking a bite of my forgotten lunch.
"So," Camille prompted, "when did he actually get the guts to ask you out?"
I glared at her playfully. "What makes you think I'm not the one who asked him out?"
Her face fell into a disbelieving look. "Really, Logan, really," she deadpanned.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "That movie sort of was our first date."
…
Wayne and I were watching the movie silently, laughing at certain parts and all together avoiding eye contact with each other when any mention of sex was mentioned. Now the main character was stuck in a tree and the man helping her out was only in a towel that was accidentally pulled off, showing his butt off to the camera. My face turned bright red and I averted my gaze from the screen, coming into eye contact with Wayne, who was also blushing slightly.
"You're red," Wayne smiled at me.
"This movie is just…really embarrassing," I whispered, watching his smile turn into a grin.
"Or is it that you got a crush on Eric Winter and seeing his ass like that totally turned you on?"
The blush on my cheeks took over my entire face as I shook my head. "I'm not gay!"
Wayne smiled watching me and leaned a bit closer. "Right," he whispered, "just like I'm not gay…just because I want to kiss you, it doesn't make me gay right?"
I stared at him in shock, "what?"
"Can I kiss you," he whispered, his eyes swooping down to my lips before resting on my eyes again.
I licked my lips instinctually and nodded, trusting him.
He smiled and leaned closer to me, stopping right before our lips touched. His hand came up, cupping around my cheek as his thumb rubbed small circles into my cheek. I relaxed into his touch and leaned into him, bringing our lips together. The kiss was soft and sweet and innocent.
Suddenly the timer went off in the kitchen and I jumped away from Wayne, my hand flying to touch my lips. I stared at him in shock and he just grinned at me. "Cookies are done," he whispered.
I nodded and hurried off to the kitchen, my body still tingling from the feel of his lips on mine. But was Wayne serious? Did he actually want me that way? He said he wasn't gay…but I had said I wasn't gay and I knew very well that I was. Maybe he was just afraid to come out too?
"Do you want to go out on a date with me," Wayne asked, interrupting my thoughts. "Well, it'd be in secret…people aren't really cool with two boys dating."
I turned to him and nodded smiling. "I'd like that." It was perfect. The guy I had a crush on actually liked me back, and he wasn't forcing me to come out of the closet! I was not ready for that big reveal and I had no idea how people at school would react. "What if someone sees us?"
Wayne shrugged. "We'll just go to see a normal action movie or something…and we won't hold hands or do PDA. No one will figure it out. It'll be our little secret," he grinned at me.
I smiled and bit my lip nodding as I put the cookies on the cooling rack. "Sounds like a plan."
"And we can't tell Cameron," Wayne said, eyes searching me to make sure I wouldn't tell anyone.
I nodded, "I won't tell anyone, not even Cam."
He smiled at me and moved to me, cupping his hand around my cheek. "Good," he whispered, kissing me softly and pulling me towards him.
…
"That doesn't sound like a really great beginning," Camille whispered, watching me.
"It was perfect…I thought. I didn't want to be out of the closet…I didn't want my dad to find out. I didn't want my friends to find out or my team. I just…I was lonely and Wayne was attractive and he was my friend and he was offering me companionship and I clung to it."
She nodded understandingly. "Well, was he your first kiss?"
I nodded, feeling my face heat up. "He was my first everything."
Camille gasped, "you had sex with him?"
I blushed and covered her mouth looking around and seeing Cam's eyes on us glinted in interest but also anger while Wayne was just staring at us, hiding his emotions.
"It was after we had been dating for six months…it was the summer after our freshman year."
…
I panted and grinned at the ceiling as Wayne collapsed next to me, holding me close and whispering my name in my ear. "Wow," I whispered.
He chuckled and nodded, kissing my shoulder. "Wow."
I had never felt anything like that before. And even when doing it solo—
…
"Logie," Camille whined. "I really do not want to hear those gory details."
I laughed and shook my head. "Well, yeah, we had sex…multiple times throughout the year we were together."
"You were with him for a year?"
I nodded.
"But why? You can do so much better!"
"Back then I just needed someone to help me through accepting myself…and Wayne helped, even if he did insist on being in the closet at least I wasn't alone."
She examined me and nodded, "I guess I can see it…but did you even love him? Really love him? Or was he just…the only option? And did he love you?"
My eyes moved to Cameron. "Cam says Wayne loved me…and I honestly think I loved him too."
"You don't still have feelings for him, right?" Her eyes turned worried as she watched my every movement.
I laughed and shook my head. "All those feelings were quelled the moment he began tormenting me."
She smiled, "good. If you did I would totally have to check you into therapy!"
I rolled my eyes and continued eating my food, my eyes wandering to where Wayne sat with his friends. I had to admit it did feel good to be out, even if I didn't come out in the most glorious of ways I was out…no more secrets. And I was okay with who I am. I didn't want to change anything about my sexuality…but Wayne was still at war with himself. I felt bad for him.
"Logan," Camille called, "Tall, blonde, and handsome is headed over."
I turned and grinned as Kendall took a seat next to me, letting our knees touch. "Hey, sorry that took so long. Carlos and James wanted to run over a few play ideas for the big game this Friday."
I grinned at him. "Are you guys ready?"
Kendall laughed, "of course! We can take them!"
I grinned and listened as he explained just why our team would beat the competition. Camille watched my every move with a small smile. She knew exactly how I felt about Kendall, and now that she knew about my past relationship, I could tell she approved of this crush.
