Love That's Sweet

Chapter Six

Eric POV

It never happen! It never happened! It never happened!

All I could think about was his soft lips pressed against mine, slowly making their way down my body until...

"NO!" I found myself screaming, as I awoke in my large, empty bed. "No."

Closing my eyes, I laid back down, trying to rest and take it easy. My body still hurt like hell. But it had already been two days, and I couldn't take it any longer. For the first time in my life, I actually wanted to get up and go to school.

Am I crazy?

All I wanted was to see him again. To see him and kill the little bastard who had done this to me!

"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!" I repeated over and over again, gradually falling back asleep. "I'm going to..."

"Eric..." I imagined him whispering in my ear.

"YES!" I suddenly replied, my eyes shooting open when I realized what I had said. "NO! Wait, I meant no!"

What the hell did he do to me? Nothing happened between us. At least, not according to me, or him, if he knows what's good for him!

But I knew that was a lie, and I hadn't done anything to stop it. What I couldn't figure out was why.

Why did I just sit back and let him kiss me like that?

The more I thought about it, the more it made my head hurt. Then it hit me.

"Was that my first kiss?"

No, it couldn't be true.

"That was my first... HOLYSHIT!"

That must have been it, I thought, trying my hardest to find some excuse. That's why I let him, because I just got... excited? Sure! That makes sense. It was my first time, so I just got excited and let it happen. But wasn't it weird that it had happened with another guy? Nah, I'm sure it's more normal than I think, right? Fuck! What is happening to me?

There was no denying it, though I kept trying. I wanted to pretend it had been a horrible nightmare, but in reality, it felt more like a foggy dream. Lying there, thinking about it, I suddenly pictured him again, only this time, before he even kissed me. I imagined his body covering mine while I was down. It had felt so warm and... safe?

Why would he do something like that?

Looking over at the shiny, gold clock on the dresser next to me, I realized it was still early enough for me to get to school if I hurried.

"Fuck it," I stood up, struggling to put on some clothes, "I'm going."

   

    

Grace wasn't happy about it though, and tried to stop me from leaving the house. She said I was in no condition to be running around right now. She must have thought I just wanted to go to school to get into another fight, which wasn't entirely wrong. But she couldn't stop me and ended up dropping me off herself. That old lady was always trying to shelter me, even though I didn't need it, but I guess I couldn't be mad at her for it. It was more than what my parents did, at least. It's sad when your nanny cares more about you than your own mom and dad, but that was just life, at least my life.

It was strange, walking into school, no one seemed to notice me. It almost felt like the first day I had arrived, before anyone had a reason to watch their step around me.

What the hell is going on?

If something else hadn't been at the front of my mind, I might have done something then and there to remind everyone that I was back and that nothing had changed. Instead, I scrambled around in the halls, keeping a sharp eye open in order to find him. I was beginning to fear that the bell would ring and class would start. I wouldn't go either way, but he probably would, and then I'd have to wait another hour just to see if I could find the bastard. Luckily, I managed to spot him in time.

That bastard noticed me walking toward him, but he acted like he didn't. He just kept putting away some textbooks and a large black case in his locker.

"Ugh, what is it now Eric?" Lucas finally addressed me when he was done.