Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2013 20:20:25 -0800 (PST) From: Nick R. Subject: I Think I've Flipped Chapter 17 Disclaimer: First of all, I was above the age of 18 when I wrote this story and I own all rights to this. Any resemblance to actual living persons and places within this story is purely coincidental. If you are underage or it is illegal to view this story in your area, please hit the back button now. This story includes scenes of male teenagers engaged in male/male sex when permitted in the narrative. If you are uncomfortable with this subject matter, kindly exit now as well. Anyway, here goes: --- I Think I've Flipped. Chapter 17. (Tyler's POV) I shucked my books in my locker with no care whatsoever. From the corner of my eyes, I could see a bunch of students giving me a curious look. I gave them a glare causing them to scamper off in various directions. Motherfucking nosey people! I jabbed my iPod in annoyance, looking for more angry, white men music to satisfy this mood that I am right now. Fuck. Fuck. "Fuck!" I growled as I scrolled my library before settling on All Time Low. Satisfied with my choice of music, I slammed my locker. Hard. "Whoa. Someone's in an awful mood." I looked up from my iPod and found Logan staring at me. I just glared at him. "Okay... Someone clearly woke up in the wrong side of the hemisphere," he responded to my death glare. I put my hand up to prevent him from talking any further. "Logan, I love you dude, but really, I am not in the mood to fuck around right now," I said, gritting my teeth in response as I walked away from him. "Gee Tye, you seriously need to chill out," Logan said as he caught up with me. "Besides... you already found yourself a boy to fuck around with." I stopped walking. I looked at him and he had the goofiest smile on his face. I knew for a fact that Logan would never, ever say that to spite me. I knew for a fact that he meant that as a joke, but I couldn't really contain what I was feeling inside any longer. "You don't know what the fact you're taking about Logan," I said with contempt. He looked at me confused. You know, typical clueless Logan behavior. "Oh," Logan said before leaning towards me and whispered, "you and Will haven't had sex yet?" It took every fiber of my being to restrain myself from punching Logan in the face right now... He still doesn't know about the two of us and what happened last night. "Aww come one Tye. I'm sure the two of you will get down to it eventually," Logan said with a sincere smile. "Logan..." "And when you do, it will be really magical." "Logan." "Of course, please don't share me intimate details as I probably wouldn't be able to handle that." "Logan!" I shouted with venom. "What?" Logan asked, shocked how I just shouted at him. "Will and I broke up," I whispered. This time it was him who screamed at me. "What? When the fuck did that happen Tye?" "Logan.. will you be quiet?" I hissed at him as I shoved him to a nearby, empty classroom. Once inside, I locked it before turning around to face the redhead. "You guys broke up?" Logan asked again, still at disbelief. "Well I broke up with him," I said as I crossed my arms. "Why?? Last time I checked, you guys were crazy for each other!" Logan said as he narrowed his eyes toward me. "I don't want to talk about it," I said crossing my arms in the process. I clearly do not want to bother explaining to Logan what happened last night. The redhead just kept looking at me. He knew I was hiding something from him. He could tell. "Tyler, this is me you're talking to me. I didn't spill your secret that you're gay to anyone-" "I'm not gay," I responded, cutting him off. Logan just raised his eyebrows at me. "You're... not... gay," Logan stated, not in an accusing tone, but more like an inquisition. "But you were with Will. I saw you kissing him." I sighed. The fuck do I explain this to Logan of all people? "I... I don't know what I am okay," I said. Logan looked at me curiously, his right hand stroking his chin. "So... you're bisexual?" he asked after a couple minutes of silence. I shrugged shoulders. "Yes... maybe? Uhh... I don't know," I answered, running my fingers through my hair again. Logan put up his hand in response, "Doesn't matter. We're getting side tracked here. The point is, you can tell me anything Tye, you know that right?" I looked at him sadly, "I know... It's just... I can't talk about my feelings right now. I'm not ready." Because I probably break down over how heartbroken I am over this. "O.. kay...? But seriously, Will was crazy about you. He'd do anything for you. Don't understand why you'd break up with him," he said, looking at me in frustration. But that's just it, Logan. He didn't do the one thing I asked him to do. He had to break off his fake relationship with Sterling. "Are you... alright?" Logan asked me, concern present in his eyes. "Of course I am," I said and then added, "I am perfectly fine." Those were lies. - "Aah, Mr. Beaumont, how kind of you to grace us with your presence," Mr. Irons said with an irritated smirk plastered on his face. "You're twenty minutes late." "I'm sorry sir. Coach had to grab me for a while. Here's a note from him and the principal," I answered as I handed my Art Studies professor a piece of paper. Mr. Irons' devious smile turned into a frown as he took my note. I noticed that he was a very proud person. If someone breaks his rules or disrespects him any way, he clearly makes sure they pay for it. I should know, he did give me detention a couple of weeks ago for that botched up project that Will and I did. No doubt that the moment I entered his classroom twenty minutes late, he was probably excited to give me another round of detention like last time. But with the principal backing my slight tardiness, he couldn't do that now. Of course I made sure the coach and principal gave me this note in case this would happen. And I was right. Now it was my time to give small smirk, to which Mr. Irons surely noticed. He narrowed his eyes before sending me off towards a seat. "Thank you sir," I replied with a fake smile before turning my attention to any empty seat that is far away from Will as possible. I stopped walking halfway across the classroom when I noticed that Will wasn't present. I sat down at the nearest available empty seat thinking about Will. I wonder where he is. Hmm... That's odd. He was here this morning... Don't tell me he ditched class just so he could avoid me. What a cowardly thing to do. Not that I was complaining. I probably wouldn't want to face him either way. In a way, I am sort of relieved he wasn't here. That meant I could focus more in class. I blinked, surprised at how cold I just sounded. I mean sure, there's still a part of me that cares about Will a lot. After all, you can't simply turn off your feelings for someone like a light switch... But I couldn't ignore the fact that he hurt me by doing the one thing I specifically asked him to do... There were still feelings there, sure, I won't deny that. But right now, I need to stop thinking about him and more about me. I worked hard to get to where I am in school today, and I'm sorry, but I can't let Will get in the way of that. "As I was saying," Mr. Irons spoke up from the front of the classroom, "we'll be having another project that would be done in pairs once again. I'm handing these papers out. The brief is clearly stated in there. I'll let you pick your partners again." As soon as he started handing out the papers, I turned my attention to this girl to my right... Wait... What's her name again? Shit... "Hey," I called out to her. "Ye... Yeah?" she asked, surprised and flustered that I was talking to her. "Want to be my partner?" I asked, as I flashed her a smile in the process. She blushed even further and nodded in response. "Awesome!" I said before looking up to see Mr. Irons staring at me with annoyed look on his face. I gave him my brightest, most fakest smile yet causing him to frown even more as he dumped the project brief on my desk and returned back to the front of the classroom. "So what's your name?" I asked my newfound partner. "It's... Bea..." she said before blushing a new shade of red again. "That's a nice name," I said with a small smile before we turned our attention back to Mr. Irons. He was about to write something on the blackboard before he turned around and gave a small smile towards the room. What... the fuck is he smiling for? Creep. "You know what class? I've changed my mind," he said before staring at me. That smile was still plastered on his face. "Your partners for this project will be the same partners you had in the last one." I could feel the color drown out of my face. What. The. Fuck?! Mr. Irons probably felt my discomfort because he still had that sick, twisted smile on his face before turning around to write on the blackboard again. That sick bastard! "I'm sorry Tyler," the girl to my right said in disappointment, "I guess you're stuck again with Will." Great. I'm forced to spend more time with my ex. Just fucking great. (Will's POV) I heard the buzzing of my alarm clock go off. I slowly slipped my left hand from underneath the covers to find the stupid thing and to finally shut it up. Safe to say, I'm not having a good morning. It took me awhile before I finally was able to locate the annoying, little piece of machine on top of my side table. Once I got a good hold on it, I immediately chucked it across the room to shut it up. The sound of it crashing on the floor fully awakened me. I pulled down the covers from my head, causing a bunch of tissues to fall down to the floor. Wait.. What were tissues doing in my bed? Oh yeah, I forgot, I cried last night. Not minding the tissues anymore, I found myself staring at the ceiling as I tried to recall what transpired last night. Uh, let's see... Tyler broke up with me. He's mad. I was heartbroken. I cried myself to sleep. Sigh. What an amazing Monday yesterday was... Fuck. So yeah, Tyler and I are no longer an item... Well, now that I think about it, I guess we were never an official item to begin with. I mean, we never really technically came out to friends and family as boyfriends, so this shouldn't be really a big deal right? Sigh. I think I'm reading into this way too much. Fuck Will. Get a grip of yourself. I heard a voice scream inside my head. Tyler pretty much just used you. You were nothing more than a stupid boy he toyed with. And what's That goddamn line kept ringing in my head since last night. It was the last thing Tyler said before speeding off and leaving me all alone in the parking lot... Yeah, that pretty much brought me to tears. I mean, all this time, I thought that Tyler would understand. I thought he'd changed from four years ago, but no... Last night proved that he didn't change at all. Last night proved, he was still the same old Tyler I knew before. The Tyler who would ask people to do unreasonable things for his benefit. The Tyler who would run away in the first sign of trouble. And The Tyler who would blame everything on you. When I came home last night, I was really, well distraught to say the very least. My family could pretty much tell something was going on as I barely said anything throughout dinner. I remember my dad asking if anything was wrong causing everyone at the dinner table to stare and gawk at me. Of course, being me, I simply brushed it off and pretended that everything was fine. None of them believed me though, Blake and Marco especially. They kept staring at each other last night. No doubt, they were doing that twin telepathic conversations they've got going on... I swear to god, they're weird, those two. But it's a good thing they let me have my space and left me alone last night. I wasn't really in the talkative mood yesterday. And I basically cried myself to sleep last night too. I don't know... Am I overreacting over this break-up with Tyler? I mean, I've broken up things with guys back in LA, but this one really hit home. I guess it's the fact that it's Tyler Beaumont, the guy I've been longing for my entire life. Or perhaps it's because of the fact that things didn't end very well and I've got all these pent up feelings inside of me? Ugh, whatever. Call me melodramatic. Honestly, I don't really care. Last night hurt and by goddamn, I'm gonna cry if I feel like I'm gonna cry. No use pretending to be strong when in reality, my fucking heart just broke into small pieces... Sigh. I continued staring at the ceiling, my eyes wandering from the various posters lined up there. For some reason, I focused on this small poster of British band, La Roux that I got after they performed in LA a year ago. Seeing that poster made me think about their song, "Bulletproof", but given what just happened between Tyler and me, I was focusing more of the cover done by Bobby Newberry than La Roux's version though. His cover is an incredible, moving ballad. None of those electrical synth shit similar to those of the original version. It was stripped and raw... which befitted the mood that I am in. A few seconds later, I found myself singing the Bobby Newberry version and silently cursing at the irony of the lyrics. And by the time I reached the chorus, tears were once again, streaming down my face. This time baby... I'll be... bulletproof. Sniff. Shit. I wiped the tears from my face with my blanket. Okay, Will, you need to get a grip. You need to stop crying over Tyler. Seriously. He's a douche. He forced you to play Sterling's feelings even though it was clearly wrong. He's nothing more but an asshole... Really. I just need to keep saying these things over and over again and eventually, this will be easier. It'll be easier to forget the feelings you have for someone when you hate him or her... right? I am bulletproof after all. - "I'd thought I'd find you here." I opened my eyes to follow the voice that just said that. Under the shade of this oak tree, I found myself staring at Taylor, whom had a rather dubious look in her eyes. "Mind if I join you?" she asked. I snorted at her, which was actually my way of saying that I really could care less. Honestly, I don't really want to talk to anyone, which is why I am hiding out here in this lone oak tree during lunch. I was exhausted from everything that happened last night. I didn't even have the energy to talk. Besides even if I did want to talk to anyone, it definitely wouldn't be Taylor knowing how she blew up on me the last time. Taylor didn't pay attention to my snort as she sat down beside me under the shade. It was either that or she was oblivious to the fact that I just want to be left alone. A gust of wind blew across the field as I stared at the groups of students walking in the far distance. Tranquility was what I needed, but the silence that followed between Taylor and me was maddening. I didn't know why she was exactly here because I was fully aware of her general contempt towards me. It left me baffled and honestly, I was sure I didn't really want to know. "So... I heard Tyler and you broke up." Of course, she had other ideas. I turned my head to see her looking at me, startled at the amount of concern present in her eyes. "And where exactly did you hear that?" I whispered, afraid that if I asked that question a little louder, my voice would falter. "Logan talked to me just a few minutes ago," she said as she started to stare at the field similar to what I had done earlier. "Tyler... told him?" I asked surprised. Never thought Tyler would actually confide with Logan about... us. "Well it wasn't exactly a heart to heart," Taylor said, "Logan was asking Tyler more questions about you two, when Tyler suddenly snapped and told him that he broke up with you two." Oh... Figures. "If you're coming here to gloat, I'd rather not hear it," I bitterly replied before looking again at a distance. "I'm not," I heard her say. And then silence. I sighed, not sure I could keep this fa‡ade of nonchalance anymore. "He broke up with me when I told Sterling I couldn't see him anymore. Tye... took it bad, to say the very least. Guess he was more worried about his image than anything else," I told Taylor as I craned my neck to see her reaction. She just looked at me for a long time, studying me. "Look," she began, "I know I was a bitch to you over the last few days and I am not apologizing for that because... well what you were doing to Sterling wasn't fair. But, you did the right thing in the end, so...." She trailed off, quite unsure of how to go on. But I understood what she wanted to say. "Thanks," I said with a small smile. She smiled right back at me. Good. Another gust of wind blew across us, this one stronger than the usual. Leaves from the oak tree were falling quite ceremoniously around us. Hmm... quaint. "So... can you please indulge my curiosity?" Taylor asked after a minute or two of silence. "Sure," I replied, not seeing the harm. "What exactly did you see in Tyler that made you be his secret boyfriend?" Taylor asked me. Huh. Should have seen that one coming. "Other than the fact that he is hot as fuck," Taylor added with a twinkle in her eyes. I couldn't help but laugh at that. Fuck. I thought I'd never thought I'd hear this girl tell me that Tyler was attractive knowing very well she despised him. Taylor just smiled at me, looking pretty pleased at this whole situation. "Well other than the fact that he is hot as fuck," I said after the laughter died down, "he's actually... a caring guy. Sweet too. Okay, I know that may be hard for you to believe considering your eyebrows are raised, but it's true... When I was with him, he made me feel special and that I mattered... I... I can't quite explain it words... but, when I'm with him... everything just feels right, you know?" Taylor just smiled. She must have noticed how deep my feelings with Tyler go. "But now... Well, it's over I guess," I added with a sad shrug of my shoulders. "Well, he's a dumbass for dumping such a great guy," Taylor said. I gave a small chuckle at that. "Thanks... I guess," I said as I looked at her. Taylor was about to say something when we all heard a multitude of screams saying, "WILL!" Taylor and I looked across our shoulders to see the rest of the gang running up towards us. I looked back at Taylor with a sudden fear. Holy hell, I am not ready to share my intimate relationship with the other three. I am not fucking ready. "There... you... are!" Claire said in between gasps as she clutched her stomach. "Oh shit... Cannot breathe." "Okay you guys, what's wrong?" Taylor asked, surprised herself. Rocky, Sterling, and Claire all looked at each other before turning their attention back at me. What the hell is going on?? "Guys?" I asked. "Your brothers called the office," Rocky started, looking quite agitated... and scared. "They did?" I asked in surprise. "Why? Anything wrong?" An uncomfortable silence settled in among the three of them, before Claire answered me, "They called cause... your parents Will..." "What about my parents??" I asked all of a sudden, as I stood up in restlessness. Silence again. "What the fuck happened?" I asked a little too hotly at the three of them. None of them spoke up right away. I was getting more and more angry. "You fucking tell me what happened. Now!" I shouted as a wave of mixed emotions coursed through me. "Will... They're in the hospital... They were in a car crash," Rocky finally answered with a grave expression. "Wh... what?" I answered in disbelief, my eyes watering up in response. TBC *** So long time, guys. Here's a new chapter for you. I'm planning on finishing this story this year so I hope you'll be there until the end of the ride. Hit me up with comments at flipped100@yahoo.com. Also, check out my yahoo groups: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/flipped100/ There's a new story up there. I'm sure if you liked Flipped, you'll like that too.