My One Regret (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirty-Three: Don't Be Sorry

I looked around the class, and my fears were yet to be answered; Blake Brooks was suspended. Thirty minutes of class already went by and I haven't seen him once today. I felt like I should've been glad, or the least bit excited, because Blake has been a major distraction to me these past few days with his constant nagging and attempts to win me back.

I should've felt relieved. But I wasn't. I felt guilty. Guilty for being the reason why he got into a fight with Lucas. There were so many things I could've done to have prevented the whole ordeal – one of them being stopping him. But, I didn't. I stood there stupidly not knowing what to do. And all throughout my years in school, never once have I willingly skipped a day of school on my own will.

But, as they say, there's a first time for everything.

So with my mind made up, and thoughts running rampant through my mind, I slung my backpack over my shoulder, and took a deep breath. Some confused glances were shot my way, and I decided it would be better to just get it over with. "And just where do you think you're going, Mr. Wright?" The teacher in the front glared daggers at me, as if she was suggesting I sat down to prevent further discipline.

Blake was more important than one day of school – After all, I'd been the one who got him suspended. And god knows for how long too. "I.. I don't feel very well." My mind was clouded by thoughts of Blake, leaving me with no more room in my head to think of a better lie, "Go to the nurse's office and come back with a slip, then you can go." I knew I couldn't do that – I wasn't even at a high temperature because I wasn't even sick!

"Um.. Okay.." I let out, quietly, before silently making my way out of class. If I didn't come back with a slip, the teacher will mark my absence as unexcused. But then again, it's just one day, right? I kept that thought solidified in my mind, so that I'd go through with my plan instead of backing out.

Not only did I want to see Blake because he was suspended and I felt bad, I was also worried sick about how he was. Was he still hurt? Did he get any bruises? A constant stream of worrying thoughts ran through my mind, with each thought getting louder and louder the closer I got to my bike. It was my fault; the least I could do was go and see how he was.

My efforts in getting to his house as fast as I can were unnerved and, to say the least, tiring. Nonetheless I tried to keep myself at a fast pace that would get me to his house in no time. But.. I had to make a quick pit-stop along the way first.

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Blake's Perspective

It hadn't even been a day into my suspension, and I was going bat-shit crazy without seeing Theo. I'd been so used to following him, talking to him, touching him, that any day without him made me feel so fucking miserable. I'd have to wait until after three if I wanted to talk to him, since that was when school ended. It was currently 8:50 in the morning, and I'd been laying in bed all day tossing my football into the air.

It was driving me insane not knowing whether or not Lucas got suspended as well. If he wasn't, I swear to god I'd hop a fence into Redsen just to make sure Theo was safe and far away from his ass, because I didn't want to see anyone harassing my Theo. Toss after toss, sigh after sigh, and yet the time couldn't pass by any faster.

My parents were on a business trip, but they called last night to scream at me through the phone, lecturing me and calling me a disappointment. As if I was anything near being one – for fucks sake, I was the captain of the football team of one of the best teams in my state. And California's a big, big state. Being confined in my room with my thoughts and no one else but myself forced me to think of things that I didn't want to – like my parents, Lucas, and not being able to see Theo.

Fuck.

I really needed to do something. My thoughts seemed to drone out my surroundings, before the ring of my doorbell finally snapped me out of my train of thought. Who could it be this time? My parents were away, and Theo was at school – so who would be ringing my doorbell at this hour?

Grunting, I threw my football to the side, and lazily made my way downstairs and to the front door. To say I was annoyed would be an understatement – I was already mad at myself for getting suspended, and mad that I couldn't see Theo, so who the fuck was at my door? "What the fuck do you–" I paused mid-sentence at the sight of a slightly flustered Theo on my porch, holding a plastic bag.

"Was this a good time? I'm sorry.. I can come back later–" He took a few steps back, and I shot my hand out to grab his wrist, "No! No, this is a perfect time. You don't even know how glad I am to see you." The grimace that was on my face immediately shifted into a genuine smile. I couldn't believe that good little Theo, the boy who would never skip a day of school, had just ditched for ME!

A stupid grin was stuck on my face until he had come in and settled down on my couch, "I.. Um.. I'm sorry. It was my fault that you got suspended. If I hadn't–" A loud, and annoyed sigh that escaped my lips made him pause his speaking, "Theo. Never be sorry. I wanted to do that. Wanna know why?" I inched closer to him, shifting my body on the couch close enough for our thighs to touch.

His breath hitched at our proximity, and his face began to heat up. He looked so adorable like that, nervously biting his lips with every word that escaped my mouth. "I.. Why?" He questioned, not moving further away from me. "Because I love you. I'd do anything for you." I added, and lifted my hand to caress his cheek. His eyes stared deeply into mine, while I focused my attention on his hair.

I moved a strand of hair that was covering his eyebrow, and looked back at him. Theo never failed to amaze me with his perfection, and sometimes when I look at him I wonder what I ever did to deserve someone like him. I must've done something amazing in my past life to have been able to meet someone who was a gift sent from the gods themselves.

My hand slid down from his face all the way to his palm, and I intertwined our fingers. With my other hand, I raised it back up to gently caress his face again, "You're perfect. Nothing you do is a mistake, so never tell me that you're sorry." Theo's face began to flush into a deeper shade of red at my words, and I let out a small chuckle. "But.. But.. I got you suspended. And.. You're hurt." Theo reached out for my face the same way I was doing to him, and he gently glided his thumb across my bruised lips.

"You wanna kiss it to make me feel better?" I joked. Theo had an unreadable expression on his face, and suddenly, his hand that was caressing my bruise slid to the back of my head, gripping onto my hair. Next, he did the most out-of-character thing, something that I'd been dreaming of for a while. ".. Sure." Theo thrusted himself forward, abruptly closing the gap between us. A small smile came onto my lips at the sudden impact.

His sweet, plump lips fit with mine like a puzzle piece, and his breath lingered in the air, and I felt it whenever I inhaled. I sucked on his bottom lip, slightly grazing it with my teeth, asking for entrance. Theo obliged, and his mouth parted slightly for me, letting me enter my tongue into his mouth. His lips are softer than anything I've ever known – they were perfect like him.

His hands were still behind my neck, while mine were on his waist, feeling up every inch of his body and curves. My tongue roamed and explored every inch of his mouth before I trailed kisses from his chin down to his neck. ".. Bl-Blake.." He managed to squeak out, his eyes closed with pure ecstasy at the feeling of my mouth sucking on his neck. I grabbed a hold of his waist, and laid him down onto the couch without effort.

My lips trailed to multiple places on his neck, sucking and biting on any piece of available skin that I saw. I wanted to mark him, to cover his neck up with hickeys, to show Lucas that Theo was mine. I was unnerving in my efforts to suck harshly on Theo's neck, to make sure that there would be hickeys the following day. His fingers gripped on the fabric covering my back, and his moans filled my ears with an inappropriately sweet filth.