My Big Man [BxB]

TEN - IM SAFE, FOR NOW

WEST

My heart hammered at the thought of my best-friend, who I kissed. And didn't hate in the slightest. We hadn't hung out in a while. Around three days.

Nor have we spoken of the make-out session we had. We also haven't spoken about Garrett, who I'm sure he knows about now.

Bo isn't the type to pry into difficult topics unless they revolve around my father. So I doubt he will bring up Garrett or the heated kiss.

I wish he would, things have been slightly tense between us. Perhaps I'm imagining it, however, it doesn't feel like it used to.

I also have noticed myself staring at Bo a lot more. Seeing why so many girls throw themselves at him. Yet, I couldn't bring my self to consider a relationship with him.

Bo has dated one woman and it ended horribly. They fought constantly and fucked anytime. Even in the janitors closet once. He's, possessive. At least that's what it seemed like to me.

Even in our friendship he is. Bo is fine with me having other friends as long as they don't take away time from him. Although he doesn't say this I can tell through his actions.

Despite those flaws, there was a desire to be with him.

God, am I some kind of pervert?

It isn't normal to think of your best-friend this way. Yet I couldn't help it.

His broad shoulders. Muscular build. Soft eyes. Big pink lips. Olive skin. It was all so . . . alluring.

Part of me wondered if this attraction had always been there, but I pushed the thoughts away. Our friendship has always been affectionate. I couldn't help but wonder if it was platonic.

Does Bo have feelings for me?

But that doesn't make any sense. This is Bo. If he wants something he gets it. Whether it's women or men, I suppose. The body he wants. Or the grades he wants. Bo works hard to get the grades he does, despite his learning disability.

I shook my head at the thought. If he wanted me he would get me, right?

"Westley!"

Chills ran along my body at my fathers voice. He's home. The guy has been gone for so long, three days I believe. My fathers lack of presence preserved peace within me. I got to watch TV, be as loud as I want, keep the house clean, and not depend on Bo so much.

Now it's all gone.

Despite the crashing feeling I felt, my feet trudged down the stairs. My heart pounded harder and faster with each step.

I was greeted with the scene of my father gripping onto the kitchen counter. The pungent smell of weed, cigarettes, alcohol, and body odor assaulted my nostrils. The elder man could barely hold himself up, due to his lack of sobriety.

My fathers benders were not a uncommon occurrence. Yet it still hurt to see him like this. He looked so broken.

"Make me supper."

"Yes sir." I muttered, walking to the fridge to see what we had.

I guess my response was enough for him to leave. With wobbled steps, he made his way over to the bathroom. Slamming the door in the process. A few seconds later the sound of water filled my ears, making me let out a sigh of relief.

I'm safe, for now.

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The following day I maneuvered my way through the halls with Bo walking beside me; like all the times before.

Teens spurred out across the scene, all laughing, smiling, and talking. I couldn't help but feel envious of them.

The once bubbly part of me seems to be fading off more and more as the days go on. My fathers return has pitted anxiety in my stomach. He's been too nice, there's something wrong.

My father always seemed to be nice to me before a crucial beating was to occur. The insides of my stomach seemed to churn at the thought of it. The last time this happened . . . it was bad. Really fucking bad.

What was in store for me now?

"West?"

"Hm?"

"What's wrong?"

I simply shook my head, not wanting to share my dark thoughts with him. It would only worry my best friend.

Bo grabbed my jaw harshly, forcing me to look at him. The features of his face were laced with worry. Searching my eyes for any hint as to what was going on.

My mind went to a lustful place, being handled so harshly with care, the eye-contact, and me events of the party flooded my mind. Bo sighed releasing his hand from my jaw, making me blush madly.

My face immediately looked down to the ground, no longer wishing to look at the attractive taller man.

A few awkward moments passed by, no words being shed between us. The scene made me fidget and shift in my seat.

"Tell me."

I let out a sigh, "There's nothing to tell."

"Is it your dad?"

My breath hitched in my throat at his assumption. Bo can read me like a book, and I hate it.

"I'll take that as a yes." He frowned, pushing his hair of his eyes, "Do you wanna come over; get away from him, you know?"

"I'm fine."

"West." He said in a scolding tone.

"Fine."

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