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[2020: Whoow boy, some of this did not age well. Have you seen the level of consent that is not adhered to in this chapter by Tyler? Galawrd! I'm going to change it up just a bit, so the lines aren't so damn blurred! Because yikes! ]

A/N: So here we are; another chapter…

Note:

Let's say this starts like directly after the last chapter neh?

Texts

00000 time pass

–?–?– Character POV change

And another thing, just go with the flow of things here, like I'm not sure if Tyler knows about Bonnie's magic, but I made it like he does here, so… just go with the flow

Warning:

Don't remember much about Jules so she might be OOC

Cheating

Disclaimer: No

MINE

Chapter 9: I Want You, Even If I Don't Like You Right Now

"Hey, Jer, are you okay?" Mike asked, noticing that the younger boy seemed a bit distant. Jeremy hadn't said much since they got to the Mystery Grill and Mike was starting to worry about him. Jeremy shook his head slightly letting out a small sigh.

"Yeah… I'm fine," he said, trying a smile but failing.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah… I'm okay."

"You know you're a terrible liar right?" Jeremy felt his face go pale. Why did Mike have to go and say that?

"I've heard that one before." Jeremy tried to make a joke of it, but it came out almost strained and he actually winced because it kinda hurt.

"You okay?"

"I'll be fine."

"Maybe I should take you home?"

"No! No, it's fine. We haven't even had anything to eat yet." Mike nodded slowly, looking at his boyfriend carefully.

"Okay."

Jeremy heard a commotion behind him and he turned to see Stacey and a group of their friends walk into Mystery Grill. He was a little relieved when he didn't see Tyler there because then he wouldn't have to deal with seeing the asshole and he wouldn't have to deal with feeing completely bad about what he'd done with the guy behind his boyfriend's back.

His joy was short lived because just then Tyler walked in. The other boy was working a pair of tight black skinny jeans and a tight dark brown t-shirt that held the boy at all the right places with a leather jacket over it. Jeremy felt all the blood rush from his body straight to his groin as he watched Tyler.

WTF, he thought to himself, looking away. He noticed that Mike didn't look too impressed by Tyler's entrance.

"Wanna go?" he asked, as a way of distracting himself from what was happening down below.

"Nah," Mike said shaking his head and throwing a glance Tyler's way before looking back at Jeremy. "He's not bothering us right?"

"Yeah, no… okay." Matt walked over to the pair.

"Hey guys," he said, smiling at the boys.

"Hey, man," Mike greeted back.

"What will you guys like?"

"I'll have a beef burger with cheese and a soda."

"And you, Jeremy."

"Chicken burger with cheese and a soda," Jeremy said.

"Okay, I'll be right back."

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back." Jeremy didn't even wait for Mike to say anything; he just got up and rushed to the bathroom. He turned the cold water on and splashed it onto his face. What the hell was wrong with him? He seriously needed to take a chill pill or something because this shit was too much.

"Gilbert." Jeremy sighed. Tyler had followed him to the bathroom. Jeremy turned and glared at Tyler.

"What do you want from me?"

"So you're still trying to keep things together with Cowry?"

"What's it to you anyway?" Tyler smirked and raised an eyebrow. He moved closer to Jeremy, but not enough for the taller boy to notice.

"So what'll happen when he finds out what happened?"

"He won't."

"Really?"

"Fuck you, Tyler." Tyler was now right in front of Jeremy. He pushed the younger boy against the sinks and whispered in his ear.

"No, Jeremy, I intend to fuck you." Jeremy gasped, feeling himself go hard again.

"What the fuck?!" he said, trying to make himself sound angry but only managing to make it come out forced. His hands shook, more from the need to touch Tyler than anything else. Fuck. Fuck! He shouldn't be doing this, he shouldn't be wanting Tyler like this, especially not now, not here. Anyone could wlak into the bathroom, anyone could see them, see this. What would Jeremy say, what would he do?

I have a boyfriend, he thought to himself, even as he allowed Tyler to crowd his space, as his fingers tightened against Tyler's shirt.

"Tyler," he gasped, desperate for something more than just this, for more than just Tyler standing close to him but doing nothing about it—teasing him.

"Will you end it with Cowry?"

Jeremy shook his head, because fuck, he couldn't just do that, he couldn't just— — "No."

"Too bad," Tyler said carelessly, pulling Jeremy closer, kissing the younger boy hungrily, a growl rumbling in his chest. Instead of freaking Jeremy out, the growl made him harder. Tyler began attacking Jeremy's neck, sucking on the mark that wouldn't go away, making the younger boy shiver as his body exploded with lust.

I shouldn't. I shouldn't. I shouldn't. The words were running though Jeremy's mind and yet he held on, keeping Tyler close to him, moving his head back to give Tyler space, to give him more. "Fuck!" the younger teen gasped, his body shaking at the need for this, for more than this. He wanted, so badly we wanted. "Tyler!"

"Break up with him," Tyler whispered against Jeremy's ear, nibbling at it, and enjoying how Jeremy responded to that. He was deliciously responsive too.

"I— —" Tyler took another teasing bite to the mark, distracting Jeremy for a moment. The younger boy swallowed, shaking his head. "I ca— I don't want to," he said, stuttering through the response, more because his brain wasn't functioning correctly. He wanted Tyler so badly that even his motor functions were botched. "I… I l— love him."

Tyler paused a beat, as if thinking the response over, but then shrugged and continued to kiss and bite at Jeremy's neck. "You're a terrible liar, Gilbert," Tyler whispered, then licking the other boys' earlobe, making Jeremy whimper and push forward. Tyler pulled away so there was no contact between them. Jeremy whimpered again. As much as he hated that he was acting so needy, he knew that he wanted this.

"Please," Jeremy whispered with a gasp, pushing himself forward, needing to feel Tyler against, needing to feel Tyler's responding hardness against his own. He needed—

Tyler sighed and pulled away from Jeremy. The younger boy whined, something awfully desperate sounding. He would've cringed if he weren't so desperate.

"You can't have it both ways, Gilbert," Tyler said, a chasm away from Jeremy. Jeremy was breathing hard, his hands shaking, his head spinning. He felt hot and cold all at once and didn't know what to do with himself.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His mind kept screaming the word at him, reminding him what a mess he was in, what a mess he was creating. He couldn't be doing this, not with Tyler. He should be out there, with his boyfriend, not in here, making out with a guy who had a girlfriend that loathed Jeremy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Jeremy breathed heavily, wiping his hands against his jeans, trying to calm his beating heart. "Why are you doing this?"

Tyler smirked, something dangerous and sexy—and Jeremy wanted so badly to taste those lips again, to feel them against his skin. "You'll know soon enough. Bye, Gilbert." Tyler walked out the bathroom without a backward glance. Jeremy sighed and washed his face, letting the cool water dribble down his shirt, chilling him. He didn't want to look himself in the mirror, didn't want to see what new damages his encounter with Tyler had left this time, but he knew he had to. He couldn't leave the bathroom looking like a mess, he had to at least try to look presentable.

It wasn't bad— well not as bad as it could've been. The mark Tyler had left previously was now darker than before, and there was another one blooming close to it, but it wasn't bad, Jeremy could hide it. His face was flush, lips puffy and hair ruffled. He couldn't do much about his lips, but he splashed his face with cold water, and ran his fingers through his hair until it looked decent and not like he just got half ravished.

When he was sure he didn't look too much of a mess Jeremy walked out the bathroom and joined Mike.

"What happened to you?" Mike asked, looking worried.

"Nothing happened to me," Jeremy lied, looking down at his food.

"Jere— —"

"Please don't, Mike. I don't want to talk about this."

Mike nodded, letting it go. "Okay."

Jeremy started eating his food slowly, trying to figure out exactly what was going on in his life but couldn't come up with anything. He wouldn't even be able to begin to explain the mess that was his love life right now—because really, it was the hottest of messes currently.

When he was done eating he pushed his plate away and laid his head on the table. Mike sighed and went and sat beside Jeremy and ran his hand up and down Jeremy's back soothingly.

"Talk to me, Jer," Mike said gently, his fingers drawing gentle lines up and down Jeremy's back. "What's bothering you?"

Jeremy said nothing for a long moment, his mind rolling over everything, more than just what happened in the bathroom, but everything else that had been happening. Because here was a great guy, a genuinely great guy, with a good heart, who was interested in Jeremy. And all Jeremy could do was cheat on him with a guy that he wasn't sure even wanted a proper relationship with him. Fuck, everything was a hot mess and most of it was Jeremy's fault.

Eventually, Jeremy sighed and sat up. "Can we go?" he asked quietly. He suddenly bone deep tired and didn't want to have to do this anymore.

Mike nodded. He and Jeremy got up from the table and Mike paid then they walked out.

"Can we just walk for a while?" Jeremy asked. The night was cool and clear and Jeremy could see the stars out full force. The gentle breeze was calming too. It'd hopefully help Jeremy clear his mind.

Mike nodded. They started to walk away from the Mystery Grill. They were silent for a long while, letting the sounds of the city fill the space, but eventually Mike broke the silence.

"What's bothering you?" the older boy asked. "Talk to me, Jer."

Jeremy stopped walking, his gut clenching in an awful way and then just broke down and cried.

"Jesus, Jeremy, what is it?" Mike took Jeremy's hand in his, making the younger boy turn towards him and face him. "Come on, babe, talk to me."

"I'm sorry, Mike," Jeremy choked out as he sobbed. "I'm so fucking sorry." Mike wrapped his arms around Jeremy's shaking form.

"Hey, what is it?" Mike touched Jeremy's face gently, fingers curling under Jeremy's chin so they could make eye contact. "Come on, you can tell me."

"I feel like such an asshole," Jeremy confessed, feeling his stomach twist at what he was about to say, what he was about to do. Fuck, he really was an asshole. "You're like amazing and kind and— and I kissed Tyler." The words were blurted out, like ripping a band aid. Jeremy wanted the earth to open up and swallow him just so he wouldn't have to wait for Mike's response, just so he wouldn't have to see the hurt and betrayal on the other boy's face. He was actually feeling sick about, could already see it playing out.

Mike was confused for a second but then he let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

"I know," Mike said gently.

Jeremy looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. "What?"

"I know," Mike repeated. "He happened to rub it in my face at the locker rooms after he punched me a second time."

Jeremy wanted to crumble up and die, just a little bit. "I'm so sorry, Mike."

"Lockwood's an asshole, Jer. Don't worry about it."

"So… so you aren't angry at me?"

"Nah. He's just trying to bother me; I don't know what his problem is. Don't stress over what he's doing okay?"

Jeremy nodded, feeling a little better about the situation even though there was still so much wrong with the whole thing.

"Come on, Jer, I'll take you home."

"Okay." They walked back to the car and Mike drove Jeremy home. When they reached the house, Mike walked the younger teen to the front. Mike gave the boy a good-night kiss and was about to walk away when Jeremy called for him. "You uh… do you want to come inside?"

"Well…" Jeremy looked at Mike hopefully. The older teen smiled, nodding his head. "Sure." Mike turned to lock his car then hurried to Jeremy and they both went inside and hurried quietly up the stairs and to Jeremy's room.

"Sorry about the mess," Jeremy said, picking clothes up and throwing them into the basket at the corner of the room. Mike shrugged, settling himself on the unmade bed.

"It's not so bad, you should see mine."

"You're probably just saying that to make me feel better."

"I'm really not." Jeremy looked at Mike unconvinced but shrugged it off. Mike patted the space beside him on the bed and Jeremy grinned, pulling off his hoody and kicking of his sneakers before hurrying onto the bed. He snuggled himself against Mike, enjoying the warmth the boy emitted. Jeremy closed his eyes, relaxing against Mike and before he knew it, he was falling asleep…

–?–?–

Tyler watched as Mike and Jeremy walked out of the Mystery Grill. He wanted so badly to just bite his teammate's head off and get Jeremy for himself, but he knew he couldn't do that. It was frustrating to see Jeremy continue to gallivant with that… that asshole!

Tyler wanted nothing more than to see Michael Cowry gone, but he knew that he couldn't make the other boy 'disappear' without hurting Jeremy. It was just all so frustrating. It wasn't even fair. Why should damn Mike Cowry suddenly get all of Jeremy's attention when he and Jeremy had been so close? It just wasn't fair.

Tyler let out a sigh. This was crap! He couldn't keep faking a relationship with Stacey Mackey, it was too much work. She was just so clingy and even though she didn't realise it yet, he knew that she'd threatened Jeremy about outing him, because that's when Jeremy had started acting weird.

Tyler let out another sigh, pulling out his ringing cellphone. Jules. He rolled his eyes. She, on her own was causing him a lot of trouble. She just had to go and tell Jeremy that the boy had been Claimed. Why couldn't she just keep her big mouth shut?

"Jules?" Tyler replied with a sigh.

"Your house in an hour, it's important," the woman said on the other end, not leaving room for discussion. But because she was talking to Tyler…

"Can't it wait? I'm kind of busy right now."

"No, Tyler, this can't wait. Just be there!" Then she hung up. Tyler sighed, rolling his eyes again.

"What's up?" Stacey asked, giving Tyler her doe eyed look that only one person he knew could perfect.

"I gotta get home. Mom needs me."

"Oh… okay then. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah… sure." Tyler got up before Stacey could get her hands on him and try to make him stay. "Later, guys."

"Bye, Ty," the group chorused. Tyler got up and left them before Stacey asked for 'a good-night kiss from the hottest guy on earth' or something. He walked to his car and got in. He sat there for a good five minutes, just trying to figure out a way to get Jeremy back… well, get him back as more than friends. He sighed once again and started the car and drove home. When he got there Jules was already waiting for him outside. He stopped the car, turned off the engine and got out heading over to where Jules was standing, waiting for him.

"Jules," he said. Jules smirked at him.

"What did you do this time?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I can smell him all over you. You really have to stop attacking the kid, he doesn't even know he's been Claimed by you."

"Yeah… really?" Sarcasm on Tyler's part.

"I was only trying to help."

"Well you didn't."

"Sorry…"

"So why'd you want to meet me here?"

"I thought I was saving your ass. You didn't look too happy to be there with… them."

"So there is no valid reason why you called me home?"

"Nope, none."

"Wow… thanks, Jules. Now I'm just going to sit in my room and feel depressed."

"You really shouldn't force yourself on him. He doesn't understand what's happening to him either."

"Cowry's getting on my nerves."

"Punching him isn't going to make him leave. Forcing yourself on Jeremy isn't going to make him go away either."

"I know that, Jules. It's just…"

"I know… Hey, maybe I could talk to Jeremy for you, maybe hint to him what's going on… what's going to be going on, you know."

"I think you've accomplished that part. Just leave it alone, Jules. I'll figure out a way to get to make him see."

"Whatever." Tyler's phone beep.

Tyler, I really need to talk to you

— Bonnie

Tyler rolled his eyes and sighed. This was the fifth text he was getting from Bonnie that day. She'd been sending them since morning and he was getting annoyed. She'd started sending them the day after Tyler had gone to see Jeremy at his house when Jeremy was 'sick'.

"Who was that?" Jules asked.

"No one important, Jules. I'm going inside now so… you can go." Jules chuckled, rolling her eyes at the teen.

"Sure, Ty, oh, Full Moons in a week… you should really figure out what you're going to do about that."

"Shit! I forgot about that." He needed a plan before the Full Moon because if he didn't… well let's just say shit would hit the fan.

"Aha… Later, Ty." She nodded at him then left, chuckling to herself. Tyler sighed then went into the house.

00000

"Tyler," Bonnie said, walking towards his locker. Tyler groaned and hitting his head against his closed locker gently, then turning and looking at Bonnie. He'd successfully avoided her all day… till now.

"Bonnie," he replied, trying to hide his irritation at the Witch.

"I really need to talk to you."

"So your texts keep saying."

"It's really important, okay."

"Sure, Bonnie, what's so important."

Bonnie looked around to see if anyone was listening. "Someone's after you," she whispered, leaning towards him so he'd be the only one to hear the words.

"They wouldn't be the first one," Tyler said with a shrug.

Bonnie sighed, not trying to hide her own irritation. "No, someone with…" she looked around. "…Magick."

"Oh… well whatever. I can look after myself, Bonnie."

"But they'll try to kill you."

"Like I said, they wouldn't be the first. Look, whoever this is can come find me, I'm not hiding." Tyler picked his backpack up—that he'd dropped on the floor while packing away the books for the classes where he didn't have homework—and slung (1) it over his shoulder. He turned and began to walk away.

"They'll use Jeremy to get to you." He stopped then and turned back to Bonnie, narrowing his eyes threateningly.

"What?"

"Whoever they are, they'll use Jeremy as bait and they won't be nice about it. They know that you've Claimed him, they know how protective a… your kind can be about their Mates."

"How do you know about that?"

"I felt it. You're powerful, Tyler, and whatever it is that you possess they want. The only way they can get to you is if they get Jeremy. You don't want to hurt him that way do you?" Tyler sighed, she had him there.

"Fine, what do I have to do to protect Jeremy?" Bonnie smiled and walked towards Tyler.

"Well… let's walk and talk." They walked out the school and to Tyler's car. They spotted Jeremy and Mike making out on the bonnet of Mike's car. Tyler let out a growl and went to go to them but Bonnie grabbed his arm. "Don't… just… just don't."

"Why does he have to keep touching him," Tyler said through clenched teeth.

"Um… Maybe because they're dating and you're the one that Claimed him while he was dating someone else." Tyler looked away.

"Whatever." Tyler huffed, turning away from the pair. They got into Tyler's car. "So… what do I need to do?"

"We'll have to meet Jules."

"You're in on this with Jules?"

"I told her first because you wouldn't listen and I had to get you safe somehow. Just relax Tyler and drive."

"Where to?"

"Your house." Tyler sighed then started his car and drove towards his house. When he got there, Jules was already waiting for them. He and Bonnie got out the car and walked towards her.

"Well you took your sweet time," the woman complained.

"Sorry, it took some… convincing," Bonnie said.

"Right…" Jules rolled her eyes at Tyler and he rolled his in return.

"So anyway…" Tyler said. "Why did you need to be here?"

"Well, as Bonnie has told you, someone is after you and they will use Jeremy as bait to get to you."

"So how do I make sure that they don't get Jeremy?"

"Firstly," Bonnie said. "You have to complete the Claiming during the Full Moon."

"What?"

"Yeah… During the Full Moon a Werewolf who's Claimed someone has certain… urges… that need to be… what's the word… fulfilled… because they feel… um— —"

"You need to fuck Jeremy during the Full Moon because you're going to be horny as shit and you will hunt him down and find him to do so… no matter where he is," Jules said nonchalantly, looking at her nails. It was like she was reading a fricking grocery list!

"Yeah… Thanks, Jules… that's… Anyway, you'll want to do… it… with him and if he's not prepared there will be a problem."

"Are you kidding me?" Tyler asked incredulously. "You want me to fuck Gilbert?"

"Pretty much, yes. But only during the Full Moon because that's when you're most powerful."

"Full Moon's in less than a week. How exactly are we supposed to get him to agree to any of this? He's with Cowry now, remember?"

"You don't need to worry about that, Jules and I will handle that."

"Great…"

"You were going to complete the Claiming eventually, whether he was in danger or not," Jules said. "Just take this as a way to push you to do it sooner." Tyler rolled his eyes.

"Great… whatever. I don't trust you two, but whatever."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. All you'll have to do is be at the woods on the Full Moon, which conveniently is on a Saturday and we'll do the rest."

"Whatever." Tyler sighed. "Whatever. I have homework to do, so I'll go inside now and you guys can go." Bonnie and Jules nodded and Tyler went inside. This was going to be a sucky few days.

…TBC…

I had like hectic writers block, but I just had to write it, it's like, it just wouldn't leave my head (PLOT BUNNY!) and so I did… and well… let's just go to the next chapter before I shoot myself!

Anywhoo…

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