The love that binds us

Untitled Part 3

'Let me.' He growled and I struggled to push him off.

'Not here. People will see-' He pulled back and threw himself back against the opposite wall.

'I go. Woods.' He muttered, forehead pressed against the blood spot that he had caused previously.

'What?' His behaviour was so erratic!

'After school.' He said practically throwing himself at the door.

'Huh!?' He didn't answer just ran away and I was left utterly confused for the rest of the day. I didn't see him at all and by last period I wasn't concerned with him, the names and positions for the football teams had come out, I made running back for the JV team and I was the back up full back for the SV team. Surely the old man will be happy with that? Let's be honest probably not... I shook my head and started the walk home, cutting through the woods like normal, I had planned on going around but I couldn't focus, I was just hoping that dad wouldn't be mad about the positioning the coach had placed me in. I stopped when I saw Tyler sitting on the tree trunk I usually jump off of, he was shirtless once again and his jeans were torn. When he stood up and turned I saw that he had blood up his arms. He made these weird, grunting noises that kind of resembled a deer before taking a deep breath.

'H...hi.'

'Hi.' I said sitting down on the tree trunk. 'You left school.' I said and he nodded.

'Harder... than I think.'

'It's harder than I thought.'

'Harder than I tho-rt?'

'Thought.'

'TH-ou...ght. Thought.'

'Yeah.'

'Harder than I thought.'

'You shouldn't just run away though, and you can't run away if we're in the middle of a conversation, or well... what ever it is that we have.'

'I go, before I do bad.'

'What?'

'I want... to do things... to you.' The pauses were where I think his brain struggled to put the sentences together. I don't think he's stupid... He seems smart enough.

'What kind of bad things?' I asked a little nervous and his cheeks tinted to that pale pink again.

'Want to touch.' He muttered and put his fingertips to his lips.

'Kiss? Is that what you wanted to do?' He frowned.

'Kiss...'

'When you touch lips with another person.' I said and he looked away before nodding.

'I want to kiss.'

'Yeah, if you want to kiss boys, like me, you probably shouldn't do that at school, there are people in this town that don't like that kind of thing.'

'No.' I frowned.

'What do you mean? You know I'm a boy right?'

'I know, I... no... not... I want to kiss, but... only you.' I thought over the horribly jagged conversation we had to pin point the moment he must have gotten confused.

'Oh, okay.'

'You?' I looked up from my hands to him; he had his head tilted to the side with a curious look. It was kind of cute, like when a puppy does it.

'Me?' I asked confused.

'You want kiss me?' I stopped for a moment, my jaw clenching, my body felt like I'd just run a marathon and I couldn't put thoughts together coherently, what did he just ask?
'Do I want to kiss you?' My heart beat sped up once again. I've always known I wasn't interested in girls but there was no way I planned on experimenting with that shit until I'd gotten a scholarship to an out of state college where my dad couldn't reach me. But... I looked up at him, his eyes were big and curious, his brow furrowed in worry as he waited to hear my answer. 'I don't know.' Do I want to kiss him? I mean, he's covered in dirt, and he can't really talk, he's a bit rough and violent and he scares me sometimes, and he's always covered in blood... 'Maybe if I knew you better. You don't even know me properly.' I muttered and he looked at me with such a strong gaze I couldn't even wriggle in my spot, it's like he petrified me there. I watched as he looked at the tree I was sitting on.