Chapter 8

School was fine, except Charyl had transferred there. She wanted to spend more time with her boyfriend. So, this was my life now; hiding my feelings around my best friend and his girlfriend. I did eventually get along with her. She was actually pretty cool, but I still couldn't help feeling jealous and being the third wheel. We'd always hang out with each other, but there were times when I thought I might be losing him. Brian was always with her and would ignore me; like I was invisible. The more the year went on; the more I noticed something was a little off about her. I thought it was my mind just wanting something to be wrong with her; so I brushed it off.

"I gotta go to the bathroom." She said as she kissed Brian's cheek. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something.

"You coming, bro?"

"Uh…? You go on ahead, I'll catch up." I followed Charyl to the bathroom.

Why would she go in here? I walked into the bathroom and couldn't believe what I just saw. There in front of me was a silhouette of a figure I knew quite well.

"Hey, Charyl."

"Mark!" His eyes widened as I smirked. He started to chuckle.

"So, you finally figured it out." He said with a smirk.

"Who the hell are you?" I said sturdily.

"Charlie Branston. People say I look like my sister, so I thought; Why not go for it?"

"So, you're a crossdresser?"

"You could say that. You know, I've dated a lot of people, but Brian's something. I can see why you like him."

"How do you know about that?!"

"Oh, Marcus. You make it SO obvious; you constantly blush around him. I've tortured people before, but boys are just a perk; especially the ones I date." He licked his lips.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I pushed him up against the wall.

"Don't be so rough."

"Grr! You do ANYTHING to him! YOU'RE DEAD!" He let out a small chuckle.

"You really care about him, don't you." I kept gripping harder; so he couldn't escape.

"Brian has always been there for me; I WON'T LET HIM GO!"

"But that just makes it so much more fun." He said slutty and put his hand on my hip. I couldn't help, but blush; he broke free of my grasp.

"You perverted bastard!" I said angrily.

"Have fun trying to get my hands off him." He winked at me and exited the restroom.

GOD DAMN IT! I had to tell Brian; I wasn't going to let the bastard take him away from me. I walked into the classroom and saw Charlie holding Brian's hand. I knew he was trying to make me angry; it was working. I sat down in my usual seat and Charlie kept glaring at me; I glared back at him. This was war. We never had a moment alone; he was always there. (Even when he wasn't invited) He would constantly mess with me when Brian wasn't around. I would try to ignore the bastard.

I hated that Brian was with someone like him...whether he knew or not. I was able to bear the thought of it. Ok, maybe I threw up in my mouth a little. I looked into Mr. Branston; out of curiosity's sake. I searched Charlie Branston, but nothing. Then, I looked up Charyl Mckenzie and holy crap! I found a website called Sweetest Dreams and Ms. Mckenzie was the front page; the site had a bunch of explicit pictures of all sorts of women. Apparently, Charyl was the star of their show. I began to look at his clientele; he had nearly a dozen entries all from different men. I couldn't believe it.

My best friend was dating a prostitute…

Holy crap….

The next few weeks went on as usual; Brian was always with Charlie, whenever Brian was gone; Charlie and I would fight. Sometimes I would get alone time with Brian, but it was only a few seconds.