Bitter Pill(Undeserved)

CHAPTER 11*Show Your face*

 Leaving my third class for the day, I hurried towards the direction of the restroom to ease myself before the start of my fourth period. 

Opening the door to the restroom I peak to verify it is empty before taking a step in, and I dropped my bag on the floor beside one of the sinks before opening the first stall, and I stepped in closing the door behind me. 

I know guys are supposed to use the urinal in the restroom, but my shy demeanour and of course inability to converse with others would never let me use it,

Ever since I can remember, I have always used the toilet bowl instead of the urinal.

I can't withstand anyone walking in on me while I am taking a leak neither do I want to test the possibility of my gay restraints beside a guy who is having a piss. 

The fact that I hide being gay doesn't mean my body does the same. On most occasions, my hormones act on their own, making my body lust over men.

One of the reasons why I don't take gym class aside from the fact that I do not want to risk anyone seeing what I look like up close also do not want to mess up in the middle of my gym class and start ogling the shirtless jocks. 

Those cocky bastards Heaven's forgive my language use gym class as an excuse to run shirtless or flaunt their well-defined abs there is so much a poor hormonal teenager on restraint like me can take.

 Even If I try in keeping my body from feeling these things, sometimes they break free and act on their own, zipping up my pant I walk out the stall closing it behind me glad that no one had come into the restroom while I did my business. 

I walk over to the sink, washing my hands as my mind drifted to Jaidyn once again wondering where he is and what he is doing at the moment if he is even still alive or in good health. 

I know he is an adult, but I couldn't help but worry and somehow I don't believe the nonsense my parents told me about Jaidyn leaving for college if that was the case Jaidyn would have informed me even at the last minute of his departure but he didn't which means he left the house in a hurry.

 "Look what we have here."

A voice I have come to know all too well says behind me breaking me from my thoughts and causing my hands that is about grabbing my backpack to still. 

I stood in front of the sink looking through the mirror to a smirking Trevor behind, and I watched from under my bangs and hood covering half of my face as he traces his step back to the bathroom door turning the lock and I gulp,

    I don't think I am making it out Alive.

I grumbled to myself mentally as he stalked towards me in slowing strides, causing my heartbeat to increase, the guy is one hell of a good looking man if only he is as good as he looks.

"I see you've been trying your hardest to avoid me; you think you're smart, don't you?" 

Trevor asks as he got closer to me, and I shake my head lightly. 

"You know I hate when I talk or ask a question, and you don't respond it's still early you wouldn't want to go to your History class with a black eye now would you."

 Trevor whispers his breath fan my ears causing my entire muscle tensed, 

"N-No."

 I replied or should I say squeaked because my voice sounded more like a squeak to me, my body flowed with embarrassment as I tried to looking away from the mirror avoiding his piercing gaze directed towards me through the mirror. 

It is no doubt that I have been avoiding the boy, for the past four weeks he has brought me not but trouble and pain altogether.

He seemed to be everywhere I go ever since I entered him in the school hallway four Wednesdays ago his unwanted visit and attention hadn't stopped.

Trevor hisses lowly as he grabs my chin harshly, turning my head to face the mirror back. 

"I don't remember telling you to look away; I wonder what you are hiding behind those bangs and the dirty black hood." 

Trevor says, and I shake my head quickly trying to disagree with whatever idea he had in mind, 

"What?, Why looking so scared, I heard that no one in the school knows exactly, what you look like plus 80% of the student population does not care, but you see I care. What fun is there in not knowing what my toy looks like, So I am willing to do you the honours of popping your hidden identity cherry." 

Trevor sales and my head snap up in quick motion staring at him through the mirror, but panic rose in my body s Trevor tries to pull my hood away from my face I hold onto the edge of the hoodie stopping his action.

"I see you're trying to put up a fight; I'll advise you not to given the things I am slowly unveiling about you. I can't guarantee you of my mouth staying shut. So you have a choice to show your face, or I share what I know. Judging from the look on your face I guess you know what I am talking about."

Trevor threatens, and my I pale gulping as I tried to search his eyes through the mirror for any hint that he was bluffing. 

There is a reason why I refuse to show my face and hide behind the bangs and hood every day, just one glance at my face and I think anybody would be able to tell what I am. 

I have no idea what Trevor knows, but the wicked smirk dancing on his lips told me he knows more than he should about me, I have been careful all these years, and I am not about to risk everything because of the little voice in the back of my head telling me not to believe Trevor.

I'll rather deal with him seeing my face than the whole school knowing what he knows. 

Inhaling sharply I grab the hem of my hood with shaky hands as I slowly lift it off my head, exposing my strawberry blonde hair. 

 "Now Now Now, I can't see behind those bangs. Guess I have to do it myself if you won't." 

Trevor whispers in my ear his eyes glinting with mischief as he presses into me, causing my front to press painfully against the sink, lifting his hands towards my bangs. 

I hold my breath chills running down my spine I couldn't tell if it was from excitement or terror as his palm meets with the flesh on my forehead. He slowly brushes my bang backwards, revealing my face, and I closed my eyes involuntarily ashamed to look at myself in the mirror before him. 

I hear Trevor gasps as his eyes meet my face before he chuckles darkly and I swear I am, not prepared for whatever he has in mind.

Trevor his sick in the head and I happen to be unfortunate to play right into his hands.