The mohawk boy

I know I want him. (Shorter story)

I sat outside. Hugging my knees, breathing hard, and trying not to cry. The feeling of moving was great. I got new friends, a new school, a new life. But most of all I got away from my old sensei. The one person I hated most. Now, he was back... in my new life! The thoughts running through my head were not safe. The rush in my blood that circulated through my veins hurt.

   "Y/n? You ok?"

It was Tory. She slid down the wall, next to me and sat down.

   "I'm fine. Its just that kreese, he was- he was my old sensei, and he isn't a very likable person. He did something a while ago. He was half the reason I moved here. To get away."

   "Damn. Sucks that he is back, maybe you should talk to sensei about it?"

  "Yeah... maybe."

   Tory and I sat in silence until the building doors opened and Hawk, Miguel, and Demetrie walked out. I got back onto my feet, and hurried to catch up with them,

"You okay?" Hawk said lightly putting his shoulder into mine. The feeling of his skin brush against mine was a familiar touch. It was calming and brought good memories back into my head.

"Yeah. I'm good, just hungry is all." I said ignoring the fact that I had just ran out of practice.

"Ok, well I'm coming over tonight. We can watch movies, have snacks, and maybe you'll actually tell me what's wrong?"  

    "PIZZA TIME!" Tory and Miggs screamed at their lungs. 

   We all got into our cars, and turned up the music. The feeling of wind on my face, and hawk sitting next to me felt like an escape of reality, of everything that just happened. It was my freedom, my way of feeling at home. Sitting in this seat, driving down the road with the music blaring, and hawks sent in my car. I knew I wanted him, more than anything I've wanted before.