Pathways To Love

Chapter 2:Fleeting Feelings

The rest of the day wasn't as bad as Elliot expected it to be. He was obvisouly called to his head teacher office during the break to know why he would't be present in math class this morning. He gaved a very easy answer, He overslept and his mother already left for work, she had an early morning meeting on that day. Elliot's mother was a very nice person even though she would sometimes put her son's future in priority, even so that it would make her foget to give him some times now in the present. She was just like him, being honest 99.9% of the time, only telling one small white lie to ease the many times painful truth. They did call her and asked her if her son's word were true. She did comfirm that she did had an early meeting, but that when she left she did go see her son to find him half asleep on the couch, but she was runing late, she did too wake up a bit later then expected, thus comfirming her son's words. They couldn't do much but to reprimend him slighlty.

His mom however did scold him through text message. He appologize to his mom saying he did stay up a bit late playing games and that he did regret it this morning. He didn't want to trouble her too much about the other reason why he didn't go to the first class of the day. It would only worry her and anger her more at the school. She of course knew August very well, whenever he was home with Elliot, she'd treat him as her own flesh and blood, the good and sometimes the less fun side too, but that was showing how much she cared for both of her "boyos", that was how she referred the pair as. If she knew that August got hurt, she would be mad, but should see she the results of his punch on the other student, she would scold him, but she could see the reassoning behind it.

After the scolding the rest of the day did feel slugish. It wasn't as much as the classes were't interesting, he had history class, followed by english and then to end the day an art class with Maia He did wake up a bit late but not to the point of missing class, not even close to. However events had happen and then he saw him. Charles. Sometimes he'd act very flirty towards him, and very exited speaking to him, he didn't understand how he could turn everything around being just one form of a joke, making him belive he could actually be interesting to him. That was the issue, Elliot couldn't decide how to act all the time when he was there, he was very kind sometimes and not as much of an asshole when his friends suddently showed up. That was what happen most of the time, his friend would come over and then the nice side just gone. His touch wouldn't feel as uncomfortable as the other bully that would do some of the some thing he'd do.

His mind did drift from class to then think again of things that had happended between the two of them, distracting him from his favorite classes. One week-end evening, he would be alone sitting in the town, drawing something, he wasn't as an artist of Maia Or Amanda, but he did enjoy some alone time just sketching away in the middle of the town, on a bench. Some members of the baseball team where just hanging round, walking in the streets and they were very obvisouly drunk. Elliot did try not to be seen by them, in this state they might be even more stupid then at school. Some of them shirtless, because it was the end of the summer and the yet colder weather of the late summer early fall didn't settle in. He wasn't making much noise listening to some music while sketching.

A second later he felt a warm touch on his inner tigh, he looked to see a hand, a hand that belong to no one else but Charles. Surprised to see him right here right now while he was very much somewhere in his own world, he did took off one of his earbuds. His cheek turned a nice pinkish tone, not yet red but on it,s way, the proximity between them nd their face was so sudden.

"How are you my princess?" he asked very drunkly. Elliot then came back to reality, ah yes, he reeked of the smell of expensive boose. His friends near by did seemed to be in the same state. He did not know if he should answer him or just tell him to piss off, but before he could make up his mind, the other youth before him decided to make his way to at least a smile, or red ish cheeks and ears, he found him quite cute when he looked like that and now that he was intoxicated, he wanted that satisfaction.