(~Sol POV~)
I couldn't believe it. I was seriously about to kiss him. I ran home. When I opened the door, my parents were waiting for me.
"Sol, where have you been?! I've been worried sick!" shouted my mother.
"I was at a friends' house," I responded even though it was complicated.
My father didn't say anything. He never really interacted with me or even seemed to care about my existence. He always told me that I was a mistake and that he and my mother had never meant to have me although my mother always told me that wasn't true.
Our relationship had additionally deteriorated when I had told him that I didn't like girls. He had slapped me then and told me no son of his would be a homosexual.
My mother always seemed to want to stand up for me but was too afraid.
After I had gotten the out of the way I walked into my room and slammed the door. I sat down on my bed rubbing my face. Oh my gawd I just felt so damn overwhelmed. I had never had a crush on a guy in my life. Hell, I'd even had a girlfriend a few years back then. I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with me.
(~Kevo POV~)
Oh fuck, FUCK that was a shitty mistake. What the hell was I even thinking almost kissing him like that.
He had fucking sprinted out of my house; damn it I should have known he didn't like me. I felt so fucking dumb.
I then felt tears running down my cheeks. I took a deep breath trying to process all the things that have been happening. Finally, I pulled out my phone. I would apologies and then hope he would still want to be my friend after all of this shit.
Kevo: Hey, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier, I didn't mean too, please forgive me
I stared down at my phone waiting for a reply, nothing, I guess I would have to wait until tomorrow to know for sure what would happen.
Then suddenly I heard my phone buzz with a notification. I nearly leapt out of bed. It wasn't Sol but my friend Lia.
Lia: Hi, I'll be back at school tomorrow, I got the flu but my mom said I could go back to school tomorrow cya!
Kevo: Cool, see u there :)
(3 hours later)
I couldn't sleep that night. I tossed and turned but I still lied wide awake. I probably cried like 3 times that night still feeling like a dumbass for what I did. At around 4am, I realized I wouldn't be sleeping tonight, and not even because of that scary-as-hell movie that I'd watched earlier either. I got out this book I was reading called American Psycho I was supposed to be reading for school. I guess getting ahead in school wouldn't hurt.
At about 4am I finally heard my mother get home. I quickly switched off the lights and pretended to be asleep, I didn't feel like talking to her, or anyone really. After another hour or so I finally felt myself drift off to sleep.