Undo My Heart (BXB)

5. Stalker Boy

Brandon was nowhere to be found the next day. I waited for him to join me at lunch break as I told him. I don't even know why I thought that he would! But I was mistaken. I even kept an eye on the three bullies every now and then. They kept it pretty low. They've been giving me side eyes during lunch break, but who gives a fuck!

I was pretty bored during the whole day. Even classes were boring. The lessons were too easy and below average. So i took uncountable permissions to leave classes. I also tried to look at the junior classes, trying to spot Brandon, but i didn't see him at all. I think he was absent, so I didn't give it much a try.

At the end of the school day, I was walking through the parking lot, heading to my truck when I saw a kid roaming on a skateboard. A kid with golden fluffy curls. It's Brandon! He was skating towards the highway. He was at school all day! How come I didn't see him at all! As if he just vanished at thin air. He must be going home now.

He was too far for me to reach, so I quickly got into my truck, following him. It's not much of an ethical act, but I'm worried about him. And I'm interested.

He was all alone, too, that I questioned if he even got one friend in March local high! If he doesn't, I hope he accepts me as one.

He was skating through the sidewalks, passing the crowded area into a quiet one. Small houses of one floor were lined up on both sides of the street. I was following from a decent distance, hoping he won't notice me, or It'll be hella awkward. I also prayed that my truck's engine won't expose me.

He stopped at one of the decent houses. It must be his. He hopped off his skateboard and picked it up. I waited for him to get inside, but he stood in the front yard, rubbing the front of his head. Why is he hesitating to go in?

I watched him take a deep breath and walk into the front door. I felt at ease to leave and go home myself.

BANG!

I was passing his house peacefully when I heard something banging on my car.

"What the fuck!" I flinched and lowered my head unintentionally, hitting the breaks harshly. I looked through the side mirror.

Brandon was standing in front of his house, holding a stone in his hand. He threw one at my car! He was ready to throw the second one.

I tucked off the seat belt and off the car only to find him rushing towards me, angery.

"You fucking stalker. Why are you following me?" He yelled at my face, even though he barely reached my neck area. He pused me to the truck. "Fucking answer? What do you want from me?"

Cute! Why am I thinking of that now!

"N-nothing! I swear. I just wanted to make sure you're okay." I raised my hands on sign of peace. He pushed me again. "You're lying. Are you lying?"

"No! I promise. I'm not lying!" I was looking into his eyes.

"Then what is it? Why are you following me to my own house?" He raised his hand, showing me the rock he was still holding. I held his wrist before he hit me.

"Listen! I just..." I sighed heavily. "I looked for you all day today, and I couldn't find you. I saw you leave school, and I was worried that those assholes might do something to you, so I followed you. That's it, I promise."

We locked eyes for a few seconds. He threw the stone. I breathed in relief.

Is that a bruise on the side of his mouth?

I lift up his chin to take a good look. "Who did this? Did those fuckers hurt you today?"

He slapped my hand away. "Fuck off! Stop doing weird shit. Jeez! What's wrong with you!" He stepped back.

"Brandon, I'm just trying to help. I can protect you."

"Protect me?" He chuckled. "I don't even know you! No, YOU don't know me."

I open my arms, shrugging. "Then, let me know you. And you can get to know me, too. I want to be your friend."

He stared at me as if I was some crazy shit. He gazed me up and down. "You? Be MY friend! Nobody wants to be my friend. Nobody wants to be seen with the faggot kid from March Local." He took another few steps back. "I don't know what you are up to, but i don't want any friends. So please leave me alone."

"I don't care about what they say about you. It's bullshit!"

"Yeah? Well, it won't be when the rumors get you, too." He paused. "The hell I'm even talking about!" He rubbed the back of his head.

I scoffed. "You think I'd care if someone called me gay? I really don't give a fuck." I shrugged.

"Of course you don't give a fuck! Look at you! You don't even vibe as one. You're..." His eyes roamed around my body. "You're masculine and tall and..." He pointed at my truck. "Driving a truck. Are you kidding me? Why would anyone call you that! Just get the hell off, okay?"

"Brandon!" Someone called him from his house, which was two houses away from where we were standing..

Brandon flinched and kept looking between me and his house. He got frightened!

"That's my dad. Please leave!" He was pushing me to get into the truck.

"Hey! Calm down!" I said.

"Just go, please! Leave! NOW!"

"Okay, okay! I'm going!" I held his arm. "But you gotta give me a chance to talk to you."

He nodded in a hurry "whatever, just go! Please!"

"Brandon, a word!" I insisted.

"Okay! Okay! NOW, GO!" he pushed me into the driver seat before running back to his house.

I quickly started the car and drove away, heading home myself.

I don't know what got into him. He looked scared somehow, just because his dad called for him! Did he get afraid to be seen with me since I'm a stranger? I mean, I wouldn't blame him. I look older than my age.

I sighed, remembering that bruise on him. Those fucking bullies are gonna be dead tomorrow, that's for sure.

Brandon acts tougher than he looks. He builds his defense way up against me. Against people. That shows how much of trust issues he has. He's hurt, and he's suffering from things that only God knows. I sensed it was beyond bullying. He suffers way more from his sexuality, as I expected. Those eyes of his couldn't hide it when he mentioned the 'fag' part.

It might take ages for me to dig into his walls. But I'm gonna do what it takes to protect him. I'm at a point where I'm now certainly sure that I did the right thing by moving to his school. I might have had my doubts before, but not right now.

Because It was fate that put me into that's kids life. It was meant to be to cross roads with his last summer.

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