Billy's POV

At least I knew Nate didn't hate me for storming out like a little bitch, and I told him that I didn't hate him for... dating Tom. I don't feel good knowing that the two are going to be together. Billy is a sweetheart who doesn't deserve to be hurt, which is exactly what that scumbag Tom is going to do.

I saw Tom heading into the bathroom, and I decided to pay him a visit. I pretended to be on my phone, and Tom, lost in his thoughts, didn't even see me leaning against the walls. I put my phone in my pocket, and when he saw my reflection in the mirror, his eyes widened.

He turned around to face me. "B-Billy, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Listen here, you little bastard," I commanded, "While I may not be able to tell Nate who he can date, if I even see a frown on his face, I will break every single one of your bones, understood?!"

"...Look who's talking. Where's the change of heart?" he pushed me back, "As far as I'm aware, it was you who tried to make Nate's high school life a living hell." His face got inches close to mine.

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Every time I hit Nate, I made Nate cry, I gave Nate a bruise, they all flooded back to my mind. My chest was raging with fury towards myself and guilt. Even if Nate's forgiven me about all the bullying, I know that I will carry that with me for the rest of my life.

"I... I know very well how much I've hurt, but that doesn't give you the right to hurt him either!" I yelled. "He's been through enough. I have no idea what you're planning to do with him, but you'd better drop it!"

"'Planning,' what the actual fuck is wrong with you? Not everybody is sick in the head like you. I'm not planning to do anything with him, apart from maybe being a boyfriend he deserves. And you don't deserve him."

What did he mean by the last two sentences? Is he trying to say that I have feelings for Nate or something?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You can stop playing dumb. I have no idea what sick crush you have on Nate, but you should stay away from him. Especially now since he belongs to me."

"I don't belong to anyone," a voice said from the entrance of the bathroom, "I don't belong to you, Tom, nor to you, Billy." There was anger in his voice I hadn't heard before. This was not your typical nerdy Nate. I guess he's had enough. "I'm not some fucking object that you can just claim. Get that into your head."

This was not good.