Blog of a Killer

Day five (still): Finally

P.E has never been a chore, until Oliver Welks was on the opposing team. Daniel was on my team, and I loved the fact that he was. We won by a smidgen of 15-12 and this made the new boy pissed at both of us.

However, I noticed him eyeing me up in the changing rooms. Like I told you, I'm tall and very muscular. What I didn't tell you is that I'm covered in scars and bruising from all the fights I've picked. I sprayed some body spray and slipped my shirt on. My muscles, I've been told, still show though this. I hated the fact that his eyes were on my body, yet I waited for Daniel to style his hair, and left.

At lunch, Daniel and I sat out outside on the steps. He sipped at his cola and looked from his grey eyes at the birds soaring over the trees. I felt his hand slip over mine, a little smile on his lips as he licked the cola from them. The steps were to access the mobile classrooms, and nobody went there.

"A safer bet than lockers, eh Jim?" Our eyes met, his lips soft and dewy. I muttered a yes and rubbed my thumb on his hand. Dan glanced at our hands and then back up at me. He leans into me and I feel his chest against mine, "Say Jimmy..."

"Say what?" My voice is soft, the deepness making my chest vibrate. I watch as he presses a hand to my chest, his hand sliding to loop around my neck.

"Say, why don't you kiss me?" I can tell he's nervous, a blind man could see he's nervous. Yet he covers it so quickly with a smile as he pulls me closer. His caring grey eyes flutter as I gaze into them, gently tugging his collar toward me. I hold him in support and close my eyes, having my first kiss with my first crush, Daniel Everett.

The kiss wasn't bad at all. It tasted like cola, and it lasted a lot longer than I thought it would. I broke away, only to be pulled back and firmly kissed again and again. My heart was racing but so was his. It became a blur, and time didn't matter anymore. Finally I could kiss him, and he took this as an opportunity to kiss me too. To touch me and to express himself as much as I was. I managed, by some miracle, to tangle my hands in his hair and rub his hips. Daniel slipped away and stood up, bringing me with him to lean on the banister. It was a small wall that people used to sit on to eat lunch, but I see it now as a support for shaky legs and dizzy kisses. My chest was still hammering, I held his hands and pushed him into the banister, dotting kisses all over his face.

That's when I peeled back and he smiled at me, saying words it thought he'd never say. He dotted a kiss on my cheek, chuckling, "I love you Jim."

"I love you Dan."