Boy I Met In October

Chapter Two: Smoke And Confusion

The bathroom was dimly lit, with a faint smell of disinfectant hanging in the air. I leaned against the cold, tiled wall, taking slow drags from my cigarette, desperately trying to regain my composure.

With each inhale, the smoke filled my lungs, providing a temporary distraction from the whirlwind of emotions that had been unleashed by that accidental touch. My heart raced as I stared at the flickering fluorescent light above, the burning tip of the cigarette glowing in the dimness.

I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I was Elijah, the school's notorious bad boy, and I'd never let anyone or anything affect me like this. But Ivan, the skinny Asian nerd I'd always dismissed, had somehow managed to unravel my carefully constructed façade.

Images of Ivan's startled expression, the warmth of his thigh, and the sensation that had coursed through me played on an endless loop in my mind. It was infuriating. I had built my reputation on being untouchable, immune to emotions like this.

Talking about sensation, I look down to my pants only to find a rather large "situation" exploding there. I needed to rub this one out or else Ivan was going to notice it. I unzipped my pants and slowly moved my hand up and down my long sword, throwing my head back in pleasure. After I finished that I straight away thought of Ivan. I was meant to be fucking untouchable who bangs the hottest chicks but here I am in the bathroom rubbing one out because of some nerd.

But now, I was confronted with a harsh reality—I was not immune. I was confused, vulnerable, and more lost than I'd ever been. I had no idea how to handle these emotions or what they even meant.

As I exhaled a cloud of smoke, I tried to remember who I was, or at least who I used to be. I had a reputation to uphold—a tough exterior, a player who never let anyone get too close. And now, Ivan had shattered that illusion.

The cigarette burned down to the filter, and I crushed it in the ashtray, the scent of tobacco mixing with the sterile bathroom air. I splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would wash away the turmoil inside me, but it was no use.

I couldn't stay in this bathroom forever. Eventually, I'd have to face the outside world, and Ivan would be there, still seated in that classroom, oblivious to the chaos he'd stirred within me.

With a heavy sigh, I straightened up and left the bathroom, determined to figure out how to navigate these uncharted waters. My emotions might be in turmoil, but I couldn't let them control me. I was Elijah, and I needed to regain control over my life, no matter how frustratingly elusive that control seemed at the moment.