Triggered

Part 4

The bell rung and Bryce was the first one out of that room. He ran into the bathroom and locked himself in a stall. He heard the bathroom door open and seen the shoes. His shoes. 

"Hey Brycey, what're you running from."

"Leave me alone Kristian!"

"No need to yell babes."

"Don't call me that."

"Open the door."

"No Kristian."

"Open the fucking door dickweed."

The bathroom door opens again. Bryce recognized those shoes too. 

"Hey Kristian, wassup?"

"Nothing much just using the bathroom."

Bryce thought to himself for a few minutes while listening to their conversation. Why was Kristian lying? After listening for a while Bryce finally realized who Kristian was talking to. It was Jackson. Bryce's cousin. Jackson walked out of the bathroom with Kristian and Bryce decided to walk out as well. Bryce opened the door and turned to his next class and there, towering over him was Jacob again. 

"Hey I was gonna catch you before you left but you ran out and I didn't see you."

"Oh yeah I don't feel well."

"Oh I'm sorry I was just gonna ask if you wanted to stay the night, so we can get to know each other better, of course."

"Oh um the whole night? I really doubt it but I'll think about it."

"Ok I'll see ya later B," Jacob flashed his adorable smile and walked away.

Bryce walked into his next class and took a seat by his friend, Ace. 

"Bryce, what the fuck?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb, I seen you swooning over Jacob in the hallway."

"I was not."

"He is one of the hottest guys here, no offense but, how'd you get him to talk to you?"

"FYI Ace I'm going to his house tonight and he asked me to stay."

"OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS!!!???

Ace yelling got everyone's attention. Mrs. Hayward put her marker down. 

"Mr. Akers , anything you'd like to share with the class?"

"No ma'am."

"Then shut up."

Ace nodded. He turned to me.

"Dead serious, the Jacob day, asked me to stay with him tonight."

"Are you going to?"

"Fuck yes, how could I miss an opportunity like this plus he said it's to get to know each other better because we're working together for the project Mr. Wood assigned."

"Oohhhh I've heard this story before. Two boys. One curious about his sexuality. The other one straight. Paired together for a project. Sleeping over. Friends. Maybe even lovers in the night. Turns into marriage. Divorce. Heartbroken. And then one of you will kill the other one and go to jail and have to suffer the consequences of still being in love with a dead man. So when you get out you visit his family and say your apologies. They don't accept. You visit his grave every day until you die. Sad. Lonely. And a murderer."

"What the shit kinda stuff do you watch in your free time?"

"A lot of stuff."

"Its not like that, nobody's gonna kill anybody."

"That's the only part you're denying?"

Bryce looks down and rests  his head on his desk. Was it going to end up like that? The last hour bell rung. I walk out of the building and again there's Jacob. 

"If you want I can give you a ride."

Bryce looked Jacob up and down. He looked good. Bryces mind started to wonder at the word "ride". 

" I don't have any clothes so I need to go home."

"I mean I could always give you some of mine."

Jacob smiled as if something was funny. Bryce nodded. They got into Jacobs car and went to Jacobs. 

Bryce's POV

We pull up to his house and walk in. I'm gonna guess no one else was home. Jacob took me to his room and I sat on his bed while he went to the closet to pick out some clothes for me to wear. He finally brought out a hoodie and some shorts. 

"If you wanna take a shower the bathroom is right there," he said, pointing at the bathroom door.  

I nod. Jacob walk to the closet again and grabs a white tank top and blue sweats. He throws the clothes on the bed. He takes off his shirt and throws it across the room in a hamper. His body is angelic. His shoulders. His muscles. His collar bones. His abs. I was admiring every part on him. He looked down and noticed I was staring. He grabbed his tank top and put it back in the closet., leaving him shirtless. He undone his belt and laid it next to me. Again my mind was wandering about dirty things with that belt. His pulled his pants down and grabbed his sweats. His muscular legs looked very hidden when we were at school. My face probably was red as a stop sign. I say that because when Jacob looked over at me he laughed.