Creekington High's Pretty Boy (BXB)

SEVEN

I shot up from my bed in a cold sweat. Visions of my fathers limp body had somehow weaved its way into my dreams. Tears began to cascade down my face. Flashbacks of the horrid day feeling my mind.

My hand clutched onto my bed sheets, latching onto them tightly. Tear after tear. Sob after sob. It all came.

It doesn't matter how long ago it happened, these terrors just keep coming. My mind keeps going back to the blood, his labored breaths, and his cold dead eyes looking into mine.

"Pretty boy?" A voice asked, it was only then I remembered my roommate was hear. My roommate whom I am very sexually attracted to is seeing me cry like a fucking baby.

I shuttered, looking up at Grey who sat at the edge of his bed. Looking at me. I'm not sure what his face was laced with. I honestly can't see all that straight right now.

Before I could worship his beauty anymore he came pacing forward, shoving me over. I frowned, but moved. Too tired to argue with him. He let out a satisfied smile, laying down next to me. Throwing covers over him.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Shut up." He mumbled bringing me to his chest. My cheeks reddened smelling him once again.

Grey wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me even closer to him. His head rested on top of mine. Despite his cool tone I could hear his heart beating erratically in his chest. A smile curled onto my lips, knowing this means something to him as well. The confirmation I needed. His mixed signals had gotten to my head far more than I like to admit.

"Where were you?"

"What?" I asked, but my question was muffled by his chest.

He let out an hyperbolic sigh, grabbing some of the hair on the back of my head, pulling my face forward. I let out a gasp, mesmerized by his rough behavior. My lips part but no words come out.

"Where were you?" He spoke again. This time sounds more agitated

"In the garden."

"Smoking?"

I nodded slowly. He sighed, releasing his grip from my hair. His arm now wrapped around my back, pulling me closer to him. My eyes looked anywhere else but his. Specifically, the pillow.

Grey let out a sigh, an annoyed one, "Why were you crying?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't." He said with a scoff, releasing his grip a bit, making me feel rejected. "Answer my question."

"I had a bad dream."

His eyes softened a bit, looking into my own. My breath hitched in my throat. Warmth filling my body. All of his attention is on me. Fully on me.

"About what?"

"That's a bit personal." I mumble, tearing my eyes away from his own

"If you answer you get to ask me a question."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Pinkie promise." I said a bit too childlike for my liking, with my last finger standing up.

"Really?" He snorted

Instead of answering I pushed my hand forward. He wrapped his larger finger around my own, smiling lightly. A very rare sight. One I don't think I have seen. It warmed my heart.

"My dad killed him self. In front of me."

"Shit." He breathed out pulling me closer to him.

Grey didn't say 'I'm sorry' like most people. A peeve of mine. What are they apologizing for? It's not genuine. It won't bring him back to life.