Steelz

This is a small (half) chapter. I'll post another one today. Sadly, it will fuck up the numbering of chapters I had been using with my gdoc. I didn't review the chapter properly due to its small size so do mention any grammatical errors.

Edit: Sorry, I might have to go back on that promise. Some constructions workers fucked up our wiring. I can't edit the chapter and put it out since there's no net on the computer. If you don't mind reading it unedited then it's always available in my discord server.

<Kyle PoV>

I just want to see Mike. Just once is fine, even a slight glimpse at him. That's all I want. I-I'll be fine. Mike will soon get over his anger with me. I will somehow convince him to stop seeing that girl and everything will be fine r-right? Y-yeah, it will all…

Mike…

I miss you.

Right now, my pathetic figure was kneeling in front of his door, wallowing in sadness. I want his touch, his taste, his smell, his sight. I just want to be near him.

I am growing… desperate. I can't bear having Mike away from me like this. If only that bitch didn't barge into our lives. We would still be happily laughing, with our arms wrapped around like each other.

Just one little, even that would be enough...

Convincing myself, I climbed up his walls using his backyard. There might've been people watching, but I can't care anymore. I just need to see Mike.

One step at a time, I scale up the brick wall. Finally reaching my destination, I sneakily take a look at Mike. What I see is Mike all by himself, sitting idly on his bed. From my angle, I can only see his back... I want more than that. I try to come in closer, tempted to just open the window and barge in.

But a certain smell stops me. It is the smell of sex, a lot of sex.

It can't be...

My Mike's first time...

Gone...

I feel my entire body losing its power. My hands feel like they are losing their feeling. I-I don't k-k-know w-what to d-do...

At first, I had decided that being best friends with Mike was fine, that I could manage myself even if he was to be taken by another girl. But thinking and reality are entirely different. I feel devastated, hopeless, lost…

Why? I thought it would be fine. Why am I acting all hurt when it actually happened? Mike is just my best friend, Mike is my best friend, Mike is my best friend, Mike is my best friend. Mike is my best friend. Mike is my best friend. Mike is my best friend, Mike is my best friend, Mike is my best friend. Mike is my best friend. Mike is my best friend. Mike is my best friend, Mike is my best friend, Mike is my best friend. Mike is my best friend. Mike is my best friend. Mike is my best friend...

I repeat this chant as many times as I can. But it doesn't quell the burning pain in my heart. I didn't realize when I hit the ground from the 2nd floor. That doesn't matter. Mike was taken by some monster harlot. I should've been to take his first time. I should've been the one...

Does she know how it feels to stay by your loved one throughout the years and watch him be taken right in front of your eyes? She hasn't even spent even a quarter of the time I had with him, yet he was taken by her in a matter of mere weeks.

Just how pathetic can I be. I didn't know what to do anymore. I was helpless. Like a defeated general, I just walk back. Just walking to nowhere, as far as my legs can take me. I wasn't sure where I was going, but Mike wasn't going to be there with me. Is there any point in living without Mike, knowing he will bed some girl who didn’t deserve her...?

With my muddled head, I keep on walking. Unable to make sense of what to do. I just don't want to think anymore...

What will I do without Mike?