People Like Us (Boy x Boy)

Never Forget

Skylar's POV

I awoke to the scent of coconut drifting up my nose. Groaning softly, I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly at the sudden intake of light. There was a weight on my chest and something held on tightly to me. I looked down to see Jenna snuggling against me. That was what the coconut was, I decided. It was Jenna's shampoo. I looked over at the clock that sat on my desk. It was nearly noon. I groaned again. Being careful not to jostle Jenna, I carefully peeled away from her grasp and got out of bed. She sighed in her sleep and curled her body into fetal position. Her hair fell forward in her face and from what I could tell, it would be a bitch to untangle.

I quickly searched for my phone. Reaching down to where I'd dropped my pants last night, I picked up my skinny jeans and stuck my hand in the pocket and pulled out my phone. No new messages and no missed calls. Gritting my teeth in anger and frustration, I opened my call log and pressed the redial button.

I walked out of my room and down the stairs into the kitchen. It was colder down here. The air hit my bare chest, making me shiver slightly. I probably should have covered up before coming downstairs seeing as all I was dressed in were my batman boxers.

You've reached Xavier Kingsley. I'm obviously not available right now. So, unless your name is Kellin Quinn, Matty Mullins, or Skylar James Conroy, fuck off.

I yanked on my hair, giving it a few quick tugs out of frustration. I hadn't seen Xavier since I'd dropped him off at his house two days ago. He hadn't answered my phone calls or returned any one of my texts. I knew he wasn't at his house, I'd gone there the night before and no one was home. Where the fuck is he?!

I sank down into a chair and rubbed my eyes. Fucking Xavier, I thought, making me care about him. If I'd listened to my head all those years ago, I wouldn't have to deal with his problems. It may seem harsh but it's true. There are times when I curse myself for not paying attention to what logic was telling me in the ninth grade. Instead, I had listened to my heart. My heart had told me to go and save that beautiful broken boy who was being tormented by none other than his ex-best friend. I remembered that day as if it were just yesterday.

I'd been standing at my locker talking to Jenna, who stood in front of me, though then, her hair was longer and she had an obsession with superman. We'd been arguing about which superhero was better, superman or batman, when a loud burst of laughter came from down the hall. There was a small crowd gathered around a set of lockers and more laughter drifted from them. I knew who it was. It was that blonde boy again, Brendan was his name. I also knew that he was with another one of his unlucky victims.

I gritted my teeth. I hated people like that. People who thought it was okay to make fun of or bully others. They were despicable and weren't even worthy of the life they'd been given. I was torn about whether or not I should get involved though.

"You go on to class," I told Jenna, as I set off for the crowd. I pushed my way to the front and saw Brendan's victim of the day backed up against the locker, his entire body trembling and his hands curled into fists that he held tightly against his side. His head was down so his jet black hair covered his face. The boy was tall, easily 70 inches, and he was toned, his chest and arms having the slight definition of muscles. He wore black skinny jeans and a Memphis May Fire band tee. I may not know the guy's name, but I appreciated his taste in music and clothing.

"Brendan," the boy had whispered, finally looking up. To say that he was beautiful was an understatement. I finally understood what it meant to be left breathless by someone. And judging by the increased pitter-patter of my heart and the way my stomach clenched and unclenched, I also understood the term love at first sight.

"Shut the fuck up, you faggot. You've no right to speak or even breathe the same air as me," Brendan sneered.

For a moment, I saw red. Pushing away from the crowd, I planted myself in-between Brendan and the boy. "You piece of shit," I said. "You've no fucking right to say that."