Make Me Beg [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 21

there's a flashback in the scene

Chet's POV

I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her-

Why am I thinking about her now?

It's Penelope's fault. It's all her fault.

I hate her.

I wanted to sleep. I desperately wanted to sleep but ever since Penelope contacted me, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I'm tired.

"How're you doing?" Penelope asked with a kind smile.

"Fine." I answered quietly.

"This is our third session together, are you starting to get used to it now?" Nodding silently, I focused on the rips in my jeans. "How's school going for you? You just started your first year of college, that must be exciting."

"It's okay. There's other hybrids in my art class."

"Yeah?" She smiled. "That's great, hopefully you can make friends with them. It's always nice to have someone you can relate to." I nodded silently. "You just switched universities so it's a good time to start over and make new friends."

"Yeah."

"Was there anything you wanted to talk about today?"

"No." I denied.

"That's okay. I had a few questions and if you feel comfortable answering, we can do that. If not, you can just tell me about your day."

Mom would probably be upset if she knew I just sat here and talked about my day. "You can ask whatever you want."

She flipped through her notepad for a moment. "I wanted to talk a little bit about your senior year in high school. From what you told me last time, there was this girl you liked, correct?"

"Yeah." I ripped a thread from my jeans. "Her name's Jamie."

"Jamie." She wrote the name down with a nod. "And what did you like about Jamie?"

"I don't know, I just liked her."

"There was nothing special that made you like her? Nothing that stood out about her?"

"I liked the way she dressed."

"And what about her personality?"

"We only talked a couple times. I never got to know her." I answered, wanting to be anywhere but here. "She told me she had someone she liked already."

Checking her notes, "You got her flowers, didn't you? Was that before or after she told you she liked someone?"

"I never gave them to her, my mom stopped me, but after."

"Do you know why you did that? Even though you knew she had someone she liked."

I tried to remember why I bought them. "..Her hair was orange and so were the flowers. I thought she'd like them."

"Was it romantic feelings that pushed you to buy them?"

"I guess."

"And you only knew her for a month, correct? And before that, you confessed when she didn't even know you?"

"Yeah."

"What happened after you didn't give her the flowers? Was any other contact made?"

"No." I pulled out another thread from my jeans. "We never talked again and I haven't seen her since graduation."

"Did you make any attempts to see her?"

"No, I didn't like her anymore."

"How come?"

Pulling out another strand, "My sister asked how I would feel if some guy kept bothering her even when she told them to stop." I paused. "And she didn't like me so there was no reason to try and talk to her again."

"Alright." She nodded and wrote something else down. "Moving onto college, you were only at your other university for two months but you still met a girl that you liked."

"She liked me."

Penelope finally looked away from her notebook to meet my gaze. "Did you return her feelings?" 

I looked towards the clock and mentally sighed when I saw we still had forty minutes left. "I thought I did, I guess. I don't know."

"You thought? Can you elaborate on that?"

"No." I mumbled softly.

"Alright." She nodded, perfectly fine with the rejection. "She liked you and she was older, wasn't she?"

"She's a junior." I nodded before hesitating. "..Her name's Naomi."

Penelope wrote down her name while heavy discomfort settled in my stomach. "How did you know she liked you?"

"She told me."

"Did you know her before?"

"No." My fingers slid under the rips so I'd stop ripping them up. "I was in the library when she came up and told me."

"And what was your reaction?"

"I didn't know what to do. I guess I was nervous, I've never had a girlfriend so I wasn't sure what to do in that type of situation. I didn't know her either so I wasn't sure if she was serious."

"And was she? Serious, I mean."

"I don't know."

"That's okay." Penelope nodded. "Did you believe her?"

"Yeah." I mumbled. "I probably looked stupid to her. Her friends were with her too, when she first came up to me. I didn't remember until.." I trailed off and Penelope nodded, able to fill in the gaps. "But they were laughing. I don't know why, I didn't do anything."

"What happened afterwards?"

"After she said she liked me?" Penelope nodded. "I don't think I answered her. She just asked me out on a date and I said yes."

"Did you want to go? Did you say yes out of pressure?"

"No." I shook my head and could feel my ears still pressed flat into my hair. "She was pretty and she smelled nice so I wanted to go."

She wrote a few things down on her notepad. "Can you tell me what happened afterwards? Whatever you feel comfortable with."

I thought about it silently for a long minute. Penelope didn't try to fill the silence and let me start when I wanted.

"..She gave me her number so we texted sometimes. I would usually text her first and she'd respond a few hours later. She said she was busy with her job and that's why she took so long to respond."

I don't want to be here. "We went to the movies for our first date but she had to leave early because she got called into work. I remember feeling disappointed but we went out again the next day, just for lunch that time." I want to go home.

"Um, we kept seeing each other after that. She was usually busy with class or work but when I did get to see her, I had fun. I thought I really liked her but then.."

I pulled out thread after thread from my jeans. "..She started asking me for things. At first it was just small stuff like a coffee or food but then she asked for jewelry or new clothes." I scratched my knee, seeing it now exposed from how much thread I pulled out. "I really liked her so I gave it to her."

"Were you two dating?" Penelope asked.

My knee started turning red so I stopped scratching it. "...No, we weren't dating. I asked her after a while if we were and she.." I trailed off, feeling even more discomfort settle in my stomach. "She told me if I did a few favors for her, then we could go out."

I want my mom.

"What type of favors?"

I hate her, I hate her, I hate her. "It was different things... Sometimes she had me get food for her and her friends. Whenever I did they would.. laugh." At the time, I couldn't focus on anything but Naomi, too blinded by my intense feelings for her, so I didn't register her friends laughing.

But thinking about it, "They were laughing." I mumbled the realization, almost not believing it. "..They were laughing at me. They laughed- They always laughed when they saw me. And she..." My eyebrows scrunched. "She didn't do anything. She- she just let them laugh and then she laughed too. They all laughed at me and-"

"Chet." Penelope interrupted softly. "Calm down, it's okay. It's just you and me here right now. Take a deep breath for me."

Why were they laughing? Why, why, why, why? Why was I so funny to them? Why did they do that? Why did she let them? She was supposed to like me, she said she liked me. I did all those things for her to like me.

I can hear her laugh the loudest, all the time. I hear her laugh.

"I did everything she asked but she laughed at me... I did everything she told me to, even- even when she made me-" I cut myself off with a shaky breath and squeezed my knee. "..I gave her money and I lied to my mom for her. My mom she- my sister too- they both-"

I suddenly ran a hand through my hair and gripped the strands. "They didn't like her. They kept telling me that I was moving too fast and the necklace I got her- I lied to my mom about it. But she only wore it because of-"

"Let's take a break, Chet." Penelope stood up and went over to her mini fridge to grab a water bottle. She held it out for me and I had to mentally tell myself to let go out my hair so I could grab it.

She watched my hand shakily twist the cap open. "You talked a lot today, I'm really glad you opened up to me." She squatted down to look up at me and attempted a smile but it fell a little flat. "..I'm only saying this because I'm your mom's friends but let's end it a little early today, alright? I'll text her that we're done for today."

"Are you gonna tell her what I said?" I asked worriedly. "That I lied to her-"

"I would never." She immediately shook her head. "What happens in this room stays between us, no matter what. Even if I'm friends with your mom, if I don't think any physical harm can come to you, everything stays between us."

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        Rylan's POV

"Hey." I leaned over and pecked Chet on the lips, making his ears twitch happily. "How was school?"

He buckled his seatbelt while I pulled out of his universities parking lot. "It was fine." Noticing I was still in my pajamas, "Did you just wake up?"

"Mhm, I got up just for you."

He seemed to like this, considering his happy hum. Still, "You don't have to wake up just to get me. I usually walk home or take the bus."

"I told you I wanted to." When I accidentally clipped the curb on my turn, my lips pursed. "Ignore that."

While Kyler and Chet lived and worked together, I only got to see them a few times a week. Sure, we texted and called a lot but it still paled in comparison to the amount of time they spent together.

To make up for this, I started picking Chet up from school. Not always, since he usually had morning classes and what do I look like waking up early every morning.

For Kyler, I didn't have anything yet. He has his own car so I immediately ran out of ideas there. I was thinking about seeing him at work sometimes, with the pretenses of working out but as quickly as that thought came, it left.

I can't wake up and exercise, that's just asking for too much.

I only started picking Chet up last week but most times, he comes to my place. Depending on what time both of us work, he'll go home but our schedules align pretty well for him to stay.

I felt a little bad when I did, but I slept a lot of the time he came over. He always assured me it was fine since I don't get off work until the morning and he just liked being around me in the first place.

Sometimes he slept with me, sometimes he sketched in his notebook, and other times he scrolled mindlessly on his phone.

When I'd wake up, I'd eat breakfast at 2 o'clock, make him a matching bowl of cereal that Kyler says he's not supposed to eat, and get ready for work. He'd watch me get dressed and do my entire routine before I dropped him off at home on my way to work.

If Kyler was home, I'd go up and give him a little kiss but most times he was working. When he wasn't at work, it was like he wanted me to be late, considering all the times I rushed out their door after being smothered in kisses.

Today, Chet and I both had the day off and later when Kyler would get home, we'd be waiting for him.

Chet says it's a surprise but I'm pretty sure Kyler knows.

After pulling into Target's parking lot, we both got out and headed inside. "What are we making?"

"Dinner." He told me, like I hadn't already known.

"Yeah, what exactly are we making?"

"Kyler likes pasta a lot but he doesn't eat it that much so I thought we could make that." I hope he doesn't mean by scratch. Thankfully, he didn't. When I saw him grab a box of fettuccine noodles, I almost sagged in relief. "We can probably make the sauce ourselves." He mumbled thoughtfully while staring at his phone. "What do you think?"

After peering at his phone, I nodded. "Yeah, it looks easy enough."

"I'm trying to make it special." He told me determinedly. "What else do you think I should do?"

"Is it for any special occasion?" I asked, just in case I somehow missed Kyler's birthday. When he shook his head, "Then.. maybe alcohol? He likes drinking."

"Oh yeah." His tail started wagging, must've liking the idea. "I forgot I can buy that now."

"You didn't have a fake?"

"Fake what?"

"Fake ID, for buying alcohol."

He made a noise of understanding and started pushing the cart down another aisle. "No, I don't drink that much and when I wanted to, my brother just got it for me."

"Are you close with your siblings?"

"Yeah." He nodded while inspecting an entire baguette. "We're all living separately now so we don't see each other that much but I still talk to them regularly. Well- my sister more than my brother."

Maybe I should text my little brother.

"Are you?" He asked. "You have two siblings, right?"

"Mhm, they're a lot younger than me so we don't get along like you probably do. They're still in high school."

He turned to me with his mouth agape. "But you're 25."

"Yeah?"

"How are they still in high school?"

I let out a puff of amusement and threw the bread he was holding into the cart. "My parents just had them a while after they had me. It's not magic or anything."

He made a thoughtful noise while staring at me, as if trying to figure something out. Finally, he looked away and started pushing the cart again. "That must've been lonely~ My siblings and I are all a year apart."

"It was fine. I've known Lucas for a while so he's like a brother to me, I guess." Pausing, "Don't tell him I said that though."

"I might~" He sang.

"He'll make fun of me." I complained while following him. "I'll never hear the end of it."

"Then," he glanced down at me, "..give me five kisses when we get home."

"Just five~?"

His ears perked. "Can I have more?"

"You can have as many as you want." I chuckled and lightly pushed at his waist so he'd start walking again. "Just don't tell Lucas."

"My lips are sealed~"

Knowing the gist of what he wanted, shopping went pretty smoothly. We both got distracted every now and then by different things but overall, we stuck to buying ingredients.

As we passed the pet section, he paused. "Can I buy treats for Sammy?"

"You don't have to ask me." Now in charge of the cart, I pushed it down the aisle and looked at their large selection. Seeing the price of everything, my

eyebrows raised. "I didn't think dog bones were this expensive."

He nodded in agreement and picked out a fifteen dollar bag. "He likes these ones the most." I didn't think a dog had the right to be picky about treats but I kept my thoughts to myself and wandered further down the aisle.

"Oh~ Collars." They had an entire wall lined with different colors and sizes. Seeing the tiny collars made me want a dog of my own just so I could buy it.

"Sammy has this one." He pointed out with excitement, not expecting to see the exact same green collar.

"If we buy another, you two could match."

"What?" He quickly turned to me.

"Kidding~" I sang. I guess I've gotta ease the idea into his head. "These are dog collars, you're not a dog."

Chet stared at the collars for a moment before his ears flicked. "..Yeah" And then he took over on pushing the cart, "Let's get ice cream~"

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Carrying all the grocery bags up to his apartment in one trip was easy. He ended up carrying most of them while I only carried three. I would've felt a little bad if I hadn't seen how his arms bulged from the weight.

Now in the kitchen, we were both getting ready to start cooking.

"Paper towels?" He asked.

"Check." I nodded.

"Washed hands?"

"Check." I held my hands up for him to see and he nodded in approval.

"Ingredients?"

I shook the bag full of them. "Check."

"Spices?"

"..." It was silent. "..Where do you keep your spices?"

It took a moment of looking through the cabinets, but he eventually found some. "Check."

"Recipe?" I asked and he held up his phone. "All right." I held my hand up for him to high five. "Let's start."

"We need to start off with a stick of butter." He read the recipe and my eyebrows went up.

"An entire stick?"

"That's what it says." He nodded with his eyes squinted at his phone.

"Alright." I mumbled and plopped an entire stick of butter into the saucepan. It seemed like an excessive amount to me but I usually only cooked korean meals so I wouldn't know what was too much and what wasn't. "What's next?"

"Um- After it melts, we need to add a cup of heavy whipping cream."

As we went on to add ingredient after ingredient, it was slowly coming together. Currently, we were focusing on making garlic bread. "Why did you wanna make him dinner?" I asked, having been curious for a while now.

"Ah.." He trailed off, too lost in focus while he cut the bread in perfect slices. "He always cooks dinner so I'm trying to do it more. This is my first time but I want to learn how to cook so I can keep doing it."

He held the bread up to me, silently asking if it was too thick. I nodded in approval and he set them to the side. "I cleaned up too, I know that's sounds dumb since I should anyway.."

"It's not dumb." I told him. "Kyler usually does it, right? I bet he'll appreciate coming home to everything already done for him."

"I'm gonna start doing more." He rushed out, like he didn't think I believed him. "The dishes, and laundry, and mopping, and vacuuming- all of it."

He's so earnest. "I bet he'll appreciate that." I reached up and ruffled his hair. A small smile pulled at my lips when he leaned into my touch. "When I still lived at home, I had to do everything too. My parents had work so I took care of my siblings and the house most of the time."

I scratched behind his ears before dropping my hand. "I didn't raise them, my parents were still good parents and took care of us, but it felt like it sometimes since they were gone so much. I had to cook, clean, help them with school, anything like that. When they got old enough to start helping, I was already about to move out for college but I still appreciated the times they did."

"They were only 8 when I went to move out so they couldn't do much. They still tried to help me cook dinner and did regular chores around the house though and it made my job easier."

"So," I continued, "Even if you think what you're doing is not much, I bet it'll mean a lot to him that you're even trying."

"Thank you.." He mumbled bashfully. "I wanted to cook for you too and then invite you over but I also wanted to cook with you. I couldn't decide but I missed you so I decided we could do it together." He rubbed his neck, growing shyer by the second.

"I'm glad we are." I hooked my finger through his belt loop and gently guided him forward. "Cause I missed you too."

My back pressed into the counter while his hands held the edge. "I still owe you those kisses, don't I?"

His eyes were heavy as my hands slowly ran up his chest. "Five." He mumbled with a nod.

My lips twitched up and I pulled him down. "Five."

I can't remember the exact number I gave him, but it was safe to say it was a lot more than five.

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hey besties ur probably confused

that's tough but i'm gonna go watch the new episode of aot now 

okay bye ily,

maddie