I wish

Chapter 9: stretch

Rylie just chuckles and slides his pants off. They make a loud click on the floor when his belt hits the cold cement.

When he finally finishes changing, we run to class just before the bell rang. Marcus shot a warning glare at both of us but Rylie didn't seem too phased by it. He easily shrugged it off and put his arm around my shoulders.

"Pick a partner. We're going to the weight room and you'll take turns spotting each other," the teacher announces while scanning the class till his eyes land on Rylies arm around me. He still doesn't budge. So I'll make him. I rammed my elbow into his side which immediately made him his arm off my shoulders. I bite my tongue to hold a laugh in since I can feel Rylie's eyes shooting darts into my head. He will get over it.

When we were dismissed, Rylie gripped my wrist and practically drug me to the weight room before anyone else got a chance to leave. Once we got in, he pulled me to our own little corner on the stretch mat and then pushed me onto the ground.

"Jesus dude! What's your issue?" I sat up but he pushed me back down and grabbed my leg, pushing my knee to my chest, while almost laying on top of me. I winced and dug my nails into the mat. Why does stretching hurt so much? If you can even call this stretching.

"I'm helping you stretch properly," he smirks and adjusts his torso so his hips are between my foot and my other leg. This feels weird. My cheeks felt like they were burning off.

"I can stretch on my own so get off!" I shout while covering my face. He lets out a low chuckle and slowly lowers that leg and grabs my other leg. He just pushes that one to my chest. At least he doesn't lay on top of me for this leg.

I slowly peek through my fingers and he's staring down at me with a strange look in his eyes. Almost like he's reading my every move and taking note of it. It's embarrassing.

The rest of the class piles in and they don't even think twice about Rylie helping me stretch even though we're in a weird position. Maybe I'm the only one overthinking it?

"Okay stand up," he says while getting to his feet and offering me a hand. I take it and he yanks me to my feet, leaving us inches apart.

"You could be gentler, you know?" I roll my eyes and step back.

"Yes but that's not fun when you're stretching. Now turn around and put your hands on the wall," he demands with a smirk plastered on his lips. I hesitantly do as he says. That's when I feel his hand on my ankle and pulls it up towards him.

"What are you doing?!" I whispered through grit teeth while trying my best to hold my balance even though he kept lifting my leg up higher. I could hear a faint chuckle as he pulls my leg straight back which forced my hips into his. He's insane!

I keep quiet and bite my tongue while keeping my eyes glued to the mat. What a jerk. Once he's content, he does the same with my other leg.

When he finishes he drags me all around the gym. Making me do all the sets and adding more weight each time till my legs felt like jello. He constantly stayed glued behind me. Not even sure if you can call it spotting when I'm pretty sure he just took it as a chance to have me up against him all the time. He didn't even give me a chance to spot him.

As soon as we were released I almost ate it walking down the stairs and Rylie had to walk me to the locker room while carrying me. Laughing the whole time might I add. Teasing me saying he could be the reason they are shaking next time. Whatever that means. Am I supposed to lift him?

"You did good up there," he smiles before setting me on the bench in front of my locker.

"That's a lie, I'm too small for the weights you made me lift. Are you trying to kill me?" I complain while leaning against the wall on the far end of the bench. He just laughs in response as he slides off my shirt and then my shorts. I'm too tired to yell at him.

"What's your code?" he asks while pushing back my hair and kissing my forehead. My cheeks flush slightly and I get up on wobbly legs to open my locker. Rylie stands behind me and places his hands on my waist, holding me up. I sigh when I miss the number for my combination.

"I hate these stupid things," I sigh once again and try again. That is until there's a hand over my mouth and teeth on my shoulder then a shocking pain. I bite my tongue and grip onto the lock.

Rylie smiles and kisses the fresh bite on my shoulder.

"Your skin is so sensitive," he admits while whispering in my ear. I'm gonna kill him. He doesn't move his hand over my mouth and leaves a trail of kisses from the bite to the bottom of my jaw. He then bites my ear and I swear my knees are going to give out. I kept holding my breath to keep myself from making a noise and when he finally moves his hand, I'm a panting mess. Rylie chuckles and kisses the top of my head.

"you have issues," I glare back at him and got dressed. He seems unphased and hugs me. No way I'm hugging him back. He won't let me go if I do. So instead I gently push him away and run to my next class. Thank God I didn't eat it. Thankfully Nick won't do anything like that. I mean it felt nice but I can't do things like that in school. I can't bring them down with me for being gay. I'm not sure if they actually like me.

I sigh and sit down next to Nick. His face lights up when he sees me. They are both such weirdos.

"How was PE?" he asks while resting his head on the desk and maintaining eye contact. I can feel my face begin to burn so I look away.

"It was fine I guess, my legs hurt though," I rub the back of my neck and Nick sits up.