One Step At A Time [boyxboy]

Chapter 4

David was quickly discovering that highschool without a single friend wasn’t something he wanted to do. There wasn’t a single person in the school that would so much as LOOK at him... not even Pierre! It had been a week since their last fight, and so far Pierre hadn’t cracked, as David had hoped he would. It was actually looking like he was going to have to be the one to apologize... and he’d already done it once. And once was more than enough for him. 

Why the FUCK should I apologize to him?! he thought angrily as he pulled a few books from his locker and tried to shove them into his backpack. Mother fucker... it was his own damn fault! He got in the middle of my fight with some dumbass kid! I could’ve taken care of it by myself, but now I look like a fucking pussy! And it’s all his fault! The angrier he got, the harder of a time he was having getting his books into his backpack, and the harder of a time he was having getting his books into his backpack, the angrier he got. It was a vicious cycle, really. 

But... no matter how hard David tried to convince himself that he was really mad at Pierre, that sad, little face just popped into his mind. It was so much easier to ignore the kid when he was only showing him anger and happiness; it was like there was nothing else to him. But now it almost seemed like Pierre was trusting him. Not only that, but his face was just so GOD DAMN CUTE. His sad little eyes... his pudgy little cheeks... oh god, it was just almost too much for him to take.

David was now wrestling with his backpack, shaking it violently and pulling on the zipper. With one last tug, he managed to yank it out of his own hand, and it fell to the floor with a thud. He stood still for a moment, his breathing heavy as he stared down at his checker-printed backpack laying open on the ground with books hanging out of it. “God damnit...” He muttered as he bent down slowly. He kneeled with his knees to his chest – not a very balanced position – and began to pick up the few things that had fallen out of his backpack. 

“Ya... uhh...” 

The sound of Pierre’s voice from above him startled David enough to make him flinch and fall backward onto his butt. The two stared at each other for a moment, the moment becoming a little bit awkward the longer they stared. “Uhh... hi,” David managed out, swallowing hard. 

“Ya alraht?” Pierre asked, kneeling down on the ground next to him and picking up some of his books for him. “Ya looked lahk you was havin’ a seizure or sum’n,” he continued, picking up David’s backpack, looking at it strangely for a second, and then putting the books in it gently. 

“Oh... that...” David didn’t really know what to say to him. He was torn between just walking away and apologizing, but at that precise moment, neither option was sounding very good to him. “I... I uhh...” Was he supposed to tell him that he’d been thinking about him non-stop since their fight? ... No. Was he supposed to tell him that he couldn’t get his cute, little face out of his head? ... No. Was he supposed to tell him that he was practically LOST without him in that bumfuck town? ... Most definitely not.

Pierre simply stared at him, holding his now zipped up backpack out for him, and still kneeling down to his sitting level. “Are you feelin’ alraht?” The concern on Pierre’s face made David want to hug him. Really hard. How Pierre had turned out to be such a caring person in such an uncaring town was completely beyond David. And while David contemplated just that, Pierre just got all the more concerned. “Alraht, let’s go,” Pierre said, grabbing David by the arm and pulling him up with him.

“Wait! Where are we going?” David asked, pulling against Pierre’s grasp... not that it made much of a difference. Pierre was definitely much stronger than David was.