Chapter Three

Hmm

***Some Rude/ offensive Language is used in this chapter. Offenisve to the LBGQ community. It is NOT my opinion it is only used to potray the rudeness that is shown in society. I am 100% supportive to the LBGQ community (being Bi myself) and I apologize in advance if it is offensive***

***OLIVER POV***

"Tell me Where you're Hiding your voodoo doll 'Cause I can not control myself, I dont wanna stay, I wanna run away BUT I'm trapped under your spell. And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest, And I'm having trouble catching my breath." Five seconds of Summer screams at me as I lay on my bed, my hands under my head. I stare up at the ceiling and my mind wanders away, leaving my room and entering the halls of high school.

Rolland Hopkins. What a unique and sexy name. His face flashes across my field of vision and I sigh. He was so hot! All day at school I tried to find him, I didn't see him at lunch, and he wasn't in any of my classes. Kenna had hit me three more times upside the head for being " a creepy stalker" but still not even that had gotten rid of the Stormy eyes in my head. I close my eyes and shift on my bed, wincing at the pain in my back. Jeremi had checked my back and like I had expected I had multiple purple and blue bruises forming. Grabbing my Castiel body pillow and burying my face in his pillowy softness. I was on the verge of sleep when I hear the doorbell ring, ignoring it knowing my parents or sister would answer it. A few minutes later I am startled out of my peaceful in between state when my door is thrown open.

"Yo Spaz stop dry humping that poor pillow and wake up." Jeremi huffs "You have a visitor." I ignore her and snuggle deeper into the pillow. A deep chuckle prickles my ears but Still I do not wake up.

"Maybe I should just see him at school." My eyes fly open. I knew that voice, even though I had only heard it briefly. I shoot up in bed, forgetting my feet were still tangled in my sheets and fall flat on my face onto the floor. A shoe digs into my chest and the air is forced out of my lungs.

"OHMYGOD OLIVER!" Jeremi shouts and rushes to my side. My brain is still to dazed to move and I let her roll me over onto my back. She lifts my shirt and I don't stop her as she inspects my chest. "I'm going to wrap you in bubble wrap from now on!" she hisses yanking my shirt back down. I look at her and smirk

"Cool then I will be entertained forever!" I say brightly making the Pop Pop Pop motions with my hands. Another deep chuckle has my eyes flying up. Even upside down Rolland Hopkins was Hot as hell. A blush creeps onto my face as I scramble into a sitting position, his upside features righting themselves. "Oh HI Rolland!" My smile drops into a frown. "Wait how do you know where I live? are you stalking me? Its not nice to stalk!" I ramble, my nerves getting the best of me. He just smirks and looks around my room.

"Its a small town, turns out my um Older brother works in the same company as your dad and I found your address through him." He says, his deep voice hitching at the word older brother.

"Ok that answers one of my questions. but you conveniently forgot to mention whether or not you are a stalker." He rolls his stormy eyes.

"I wanted to make sure you were ok from earlier. I mean I didn't see you at school soooo...." his sentence fades away as a blush creeps onto his face making him look down. He rubs a hand across the back of his neck and I can tell it was a nervous habit. I Grin at him, teeth and all.

"Aww you were checking up on me! how Adorable!" I say making him shake his head and roll his eyes again.

"Yes I was checking up on you alright." I step toward him and wince as pain shoots through my chest where the shoe dug in. My hand flies up to my chest and I rub the sore spot. Rolland's eyes zoom in on my hand and a frown crosses his face. "What's up with your chest? You seem almost protective of it?" He asks curiously . I grimace but shrug as I lift my shirt up. I peek around my shirt to see his eyes almost bug out of his eye sockets. I let my shirt fall back into place.

" It's called Pectus excavatum"

"That sounds like a Harry potter spell" I smile Wide

"That's what I thought too!" He gives me a weak lopsided grin.

"What is it?"

" Its a congenital deformity. The walls of my chest are obviously caved in as you saw. it makes my sternum grow all wonky and my ribs are wonky too. It actually displaced my heart so now its almost on my right side instead of my left side like a normal boy." I explain sounding like a cooler version of a medical textbook. "My chest is highly sensitive and since my heart is in the wrong place and I don't have proper working ribs If I get hit in the chest the wrong way it could kill me." A shudder runs through me as I remember the beating from earlier. Rolland's frown deepens.

"And that A*****e Lucas beats you up anyway?" he shakes his head. "That sick f**k!" He growls. My heart beats faster when I realize he actually cared. I try to calm down and shrug.

"He doesn't know. I'm exempt from Gym class, all he knows is that I have a medical condition. No one but my family, my best friend, doctors, and now you have seen me without a shirt on." I say.

"That explains a lot." He mutters

"What was that?" He shrugs

"Nothing dont worry about it." Things lapse into a awkward silence as me, Jeremi, and Rolland stand there like chickens with their heads cut off. Finally Rolland pushes his hair out of eyes and stretches. "Well I have done what I set out to do. I see you are still alive, Now I am going to head out. Seeya at school." He says and turns to leave. I scramble around trying to come up with something to say

"HEY STAY!" I shout and smack myself in the forehead, real smooth Oliver Real smooth, you should get an award. He stops and turns back around to me an eyebrow raised. I gulp back nerves and proceed to talk like a normal human being. " Um I mean Do you want to stay? It's my turn to make dinner and I make a mean Broccoli chicken and cheese dinner." I ask giving him my toothy grin. He just stares at him.

*** ROLLAND POV***

" Um I mean do you want to stay? It's my turn to make dinner and I make a mean broccoli chicken and cheese Dinner." He says giving me his toothy grin and I swear my heart was going to beat out of my chest and attack him. He was so drop dead sexy, and with a humor that was infectious. I couldn't stop myself from just staring at him. His sister Jeremi rolls her eyes and slinks out of the room, muttering something to herself that sounded like it wasn't fair that all the hot guys were gay. My ears burn with embarrassment. I shake my head and brush my hair out of my face before finally answering him.

" Sure, Let me just tell my parents." I say and yank my phone out of my pocket. "You goT a bathroom around here?" He gives me a Duh look

"No we don't we just do our business outside like cavemen." He says with sass. He jumps off his bed and grabbing my wrist drags me out of his room and down the short hallway, stopping front of the last door. "I think this may be the room you were talking about, but I'm not sure, you decide." He says and opens the door. I grunt out a rude remark before slinking into the bathroom, shutting the door and cutting him out. I wait until I hear him heading back to his room before dialing the newest number in my phone.

"What the F**k do YOU want?" The nasally voice yells at me after two rings. I wince, feeling my anger rising.

*** OLIVER POV***

I look up from cleaning the clothes off my floor when I hear my bedroom door open. Rolland slinks back in and I cant help but catch my breath. Damn was that boy sexy! He gives me a small smile.

"I can stay for dinner." He confirms and I fist pump the air.

"YAY! come on I need to start dinner!" I say and grab his wrist again, my hand tingling at the contact. He lets me drag him down the stairs and into the Kitchen where my father was already starting to boil the chicken for me. He looks up and surprise flickers in his eyes when they land on Rolland.

"Oh I didn't know Oliver was having a friend over." He says. Rolland looks down.

"Sorry Mr Flint I didn't mean to just drop by like this." He mumbles. My dad just waves off his apology.

"Its no worries Any friends of the twins is welcomed in this house. and please call me Tyler. Mr Flint makes me sound old." He says. I decided now would be a good time to make proper introductions.

"Dad this is Rolland Hopkins! You work with his older brother apparently!" I says cheerfully. I abandon Rolland's side to walk around my father toward the pots and pans, grabbing another one and filling it with water.

"I do? Whose your brother?" I look over to see Rolland wince.

"Jeff Morganstien Sir." He mumbles. Huh different last names. Must be different dads or something. Oh well. I watch as my father thinks it over and realization dawns in his eyes as he nods.

"Ah you're the new foster child Karen and Hank are housing." He says and my jaw drops. Wait, Rolland is a foster child? Huh who knew. Rolland looks over at me and I instantly regret my reaction as he takes it the wrong way. I see anger swirling like storm clouds in his grey eyes.

"You know what forget it. I'm not hungry. Thanks Mr Flint for letting me stay for dinner." He says and turns on his heels, practically running out of the house, slamming the front door shut behind him. Forgetting my pan of water I sprint after him.

"ROLLAND WAIT!"I shout as I see him running a little ways ahead of me.

"LEAVE ME THE F**K ALONE F****T!" The words cuts through me, more painful then any blow to the chest. I stumble to a stop and watch helplessly as Rolland runs farther and farther away my own words dying on my lips.

"How can I judge you when I was a foster kid." I whisper into the now deserted street.

Author's Note

Again the Word used in this chapter to refer to Oliver being gay is NOT my opinion. Sadly people now a-days especially ignorant high school bullies fling this word around all the time not caring how hurtful it is to the person they are using it against. I do NOT use that word. I actually have Banned that word from my household.. UNLESS it is used for its Proper meaning.. The British term for a Cigarette. But even then it makes me uncomfortable. so once again I do apologize if the word has offended anyone. I never meant to hurt anyone. Please forgive