Love Hurts (boyxboy)

Chapter 5: Do What You're Told

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Italicized lines will represent a flashback of past events.

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Parker POV

This wasn't happening. There was no way. He was kidding, well, something a little lower than his eyes told me he wasn't, but still. I just stared into those green eyes, mouth hanging open and hands on that perfectly sculpted-nope. No, bad Parker.

"What?" I finally managed a word. That's like celebration dance worthy because my mind was absolutely blank. I didn't dance though. I just continued to stare at him.

"I want you to kiss me." He said again, only this time a little lower, darker.

"What makes you think I want to kiss you and you're disgusting whoring around-" the look that came over his face shut me up. Okay, fine, he scares me. Happy?

"I'm not going to force myself on you." He said simply. Oh, so him having his huge muscular body squishing me against the wall didn't count as "forcing himself on me"? Good to know.

"Then will you kindly get your sticky chest off of me?"

"When you admit it."

"Admit what?" I stared at him, a little scared to hear his response. Quite honestly I was at his mercy right now, and I did not like how intense things were.

"You want me." He looked down at my mouth before back into my eyes. I gulped. Hell yes I wanted Griffin. Who didn't want Griffin? I mean, I didn't spend years crying over how he left me and secretly watching him at all the football games or anything weird like that, but that didn't mean he wasn't one of the hottest guys at the school.

"I want you to get off of me." No! Just say it! Who cares if he's fucking with you! Sometimes I hate my subconscious. "Because you're probably messing with me and one of your friends is in here with his video camera just waiting for me to embarrass myself." Once again, I tried to get off the wall, only to be pushed back into place again.

"Parker," Griffin tilted my face towards his, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Just kiss me."

"If I do, will you let me go?" Great, now I'm bargaining. I'm trading my dignity for my own self-comfort. Since when did I give into bullies and their demands? Well...I guess it isn't THAT bad of a demand. He didn't respond, only staring into my eyes once again. There was definitely lust in those emerald orbs, yep I'm going to regret this.

I pressed my lips against Griffin's for a quick second before pulling back and biting my lower lip. He sighed and started to move away from me, but I couldn't help myself. I cupped my hands on Griffin's face and pulled him back to me, crashing our lips together. So maybe it's my fault, things ended up out of hand, oh well. When I felt his tongue slide across my bottom lip, though, I released him and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Griffin in a shirtless daze.

He was just another unimportant person in this school...but damn he was a good kisser. Most people would have stuck around after something like that, but I had a reputation to uphold.

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Griffin POV

That sneaky little bastard. I smiled to myself as I walked through the school with my wet shirt in my hands. Some people were staring, a few girls giggling to one another as I walked by, but I didn't care. As long as Parker liked what he saw. Whoa, whoa, whoa, what? I needed to get some things straight. Ha...straight.

I wasn't going to devote my entire life to that boy. I wouldn't do it. Did I want him? Yes. I wasn't going to become some overly obsessed fag-can't use that word anymore. Damn things were getting hard. Fuck.

"Dude, I saw gay boy spray you with that soda," Victor was waiting for me at my locker. Of course he was. "Want me to go rough him up a bit? I know you're all non-violent and shit, but me and some of the guys-"

"Don't you lay a hand on Parker." I growled as I fished through locker for my hoodie. Victor was looking me over before he seemed to come to a realization.

"Oh, I get it. Is fag boy your new personal-"

"Victor, if I was fucking Parker, you would already know." I rolled my eyes. "And stop calling him those things or I'll have to start calling you quick finish." I laughed to myself.

"You promised not to bring that up!" He kept talking, but I saw Parker round the corner, running a hand through his styled hair and turning a full 180 in a fluid motion when he saw me. "Okay, cool dude, just walk away while I'm talking." I hadn't even noticed that my feet were carrying me after Parker. He was walking with his arms up, hands on the back of his head.

"Could you not?" He didn't even look over at me as I fell into his pace, my hand ghosting over his lower back.

"You ran off." I said. "Not very nice." I smiled to myself, thinking I was quite funny. He never seemed to like my short sentences though, always responding with-

"What's not very nice is pinning someone against a disgusting bathroom wall while you're half naked until they kiss you. That's actually assault." His hands went down into his pockets as he continued to look straight ahead.

"The difference being assault is unwilling." I whispered in his ear. The shudder that ran through him made me chuckle to myself. I loved doing that to him.

"You're just screwing with me," he shook his head. "And the sad thing is that you aren't even trying to pretend that you aren't." Why did he have to be so focused on the idea that I was out to get him? The only way I wanted to get him was in my bed. Okay, not like that-well yes like that, but like every night-no I mean, fuck it.

"Parker, I really want you." I said.

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Parker POV

I stopped walking, just staring at him in disbelief once again. "Do you even realize what you're saying?" He nodded slowly, eying me cautiously like he was afraid I might take off running, or punch him. Both were quite likely. "Griffin, you aren't even gay."

"Well," he thought about his answer for a second, like homosexuality had never even crossed his mind in this "pursuit" of me. "I'm not gay gay. I just want you."

"That's not-forget it." I wasn't going to explain anything to a dumb jock. I wouldn't. There were only a few months left here in this hell hole before I graduated and-

"Go out with me." There he goes again. Saying stupid things, and telling me them rather than asking. "Please." He added at the end. It was obviously forced, but I'm guessing that's because he's not used to having anyone tell him no. Poor privileged child.

"People usually just roll over and give you what you want, don't they?" Griffin didn't answer, still waiting for an answer. "I don't know if you remember who I was before, but that boy is long gone." I crossed my arms over my chest. "I am not your family. I am not your pet. Hell, we aren't even really friends. You DO NOT get to walk around trying to tell me what to do, understand me?"

He obviously wasn't expecting that response. "Why not?" I scoffed at him in disbelief. "What's so bad about doing what your told?"

"Do I look like your whipped little boyfriend or something? No, don't answer that. I am not and I will not be. You want to go out with me? Fine. Come to my house after school today and I'll show you a few things that might make you realize what you're getting yourself into."

"I have football practice after school, but I'll come over after." I just laughed and began walking away. He had no idea what was in store for him. Maybe it'd be enough that he would finally give up this stupid charade and leave me the hell alone. There was a reason I didn't have many friends, and an even bigger reason as to why they didn't come to my house. Mr. Wright.

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