Pierre ran a frustrated hand through his spiky hair, letting a few tears flow down his cheeks. The other man in the room was silent, other than his shallow breathing.
Pierre still couldn’t believe he had done that to David. He loved David, after all. He just got caught up in the idea that a famous person would even take a second glance at him. He was going to tell David, tomorrow. He had gone through all the different scenarios in his head, the best case being that David forgive him and give him another shot; the worst case being that David leaves him. Pierre flinched; it hurt his heart to even think about that.
Tom’s thumb gently wiped away the tears from Pierre’s cheek. “It’s okay, Pierre.”
Pierre looked up at him and sighed. How could he possibly say that? “No, it’s not! David could leave me over this!”
Tom frowned. “I know. I’m sorry. If I would’ve known that that dude was your boyfriend, I never would have kissed you. It’s all my fault.”
Pierre shook his head. “It’s my fault. I should have stopped the kiss. I should have stopped it. I shouldn’t have hurt David like that. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s so trusting, and sweet and nice…” Pierre trailed off as he began sobbing again.
“Pierre, shhh. You’re parents will hear you. Do you want them to come yell at you to be quiet again?”
Pierre’s crying ceased a little. “Tom, this is all my fault.”
Tom sighed, and embraced Pierre in a hug. “When are you planning on telling him?”
“Tomorrow, probably. At school. It’s been so hard to not fall apart around him the past two days at school.”
“Pierre, I’m sure everything will be alright.”
“You don’t know that! Nobody knows that! He could leave me and never speak to me again!” Pierre got up from hi bed and began pacing.
Tom got up as well and grabbed Pierre’s wrists, making him stop. “Pierre, shhh. It’s okay.”
Pierre winced in pain at the contact with his wrists. He promised David that he’d never do it again, but he couldn’t handle the thought of David leaving him.
“Look, do you want me to talk to him? Maybe I could make him understand.”
“N-no. That’d make things worse.”
Tom sighed, sitting on Pierre’s bed again. “Alright. I’m so sorry, Pierre. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Pierre sat down again, as well, sighing. “I know you didn’t mean for it to. There was no way for you to know I had a boyfriend, other than me telling you, which I didn’t…thanks for coming over to talk, Tom.”
Tom side smiled at him, his lip ring glistening. “No problem. Whatever I can do to help. Your boyfriend seems like a nice guy, I hope you guys work it out.”
“I love him.”
“I figured.” Tom said, smiling.
Pierre was about to speak when none other than David Desrosiers himself barged into Pierre’s room, looking sad, hurt, mad, and exhausted.
Pierre and Tom both stood up immediately.
“Is it true?!” David asked, his voice breaking.
Pierre’s tears began falling more and more now. “David…” He walked up to him and stroked his cheek.
David pushed him away. “Is. It. True.” He said, his voice a low whisper.
Pierre bit his lip and nodded.
David’s eyes filled with more tears, and more hurt than Pierre had ever thought possible. “I thought you loved me…” He whispered.
“David, baby, I do! So so much. It was a big mistake, I’m so sorry!”
David shook his head, becoming furious now. Looking between Tom and Pierre. “If you did, then why the FUCK did you fuck HIM at a party that I was at?!”
“I’m sorry, Davey, I didn’t know what I was doing!”
“You didn’t notice that they guy you were having sex with wasn’t ME?!” David shouted loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.
“I’m s-sorry, David.”
“We had it so good. You had to fuck everything up within 24 hours of us having sex for the very first time! That’s all you wanted, wasn’t it?! All you wanted was sex!” David screamed.
It made Pierre want to jump off a building knowing that David actually believed that. “No! David, I love you, okay?! I lost my virginity to you, it was special!”
“FUCK YOU!” David screamed and began walking out the door and down the steps, ignoring the confused stares from Jay and Jonathan.
“DAVID WAIT!” Pierre screamed, grabbing David’s arm.
David turned around and pushed him. “YOU KNOW WHAT?! FUCK YOU! WE’RE OVER! YOU’RE A MOTHERFUCKING DICKWAD AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR STUPID FACE AGAIN! NOW FUCK OFF!”
Pierre stood in silence, tears streaming down his face as David turned around and walked out his front door, possibly forver.