*Charlie’s POV*
It’s after school on Friday. Most kids have already left, gone home on their buses, and though taking a bus is an option for me, I’d rather walk. I like the sound of shoe’s on pavement the way some people like the sound of rain. It’s calming, as is the blazing sun and gentle breeze.
I havn’t started walking yet though. Emily likes walking to. I’m giving her plenty of time to leave before me, hoping she already has. I can’t handle a talk with her. She suspects the truth, as does half of the informed student body. How am I supposed to deny it to someone I care about so much?
I sigh, leaning against my locker. It’s one of those lockers that nobody wants except the stoners. Far away from the office, teachers, classes, and the hallways that students commonly use. I’m the only one here now. I hug my books-including the almost finished ‘The lovely bones’-to my chest.
Why am I even doing what I’m doing? Okay, clearly I like boys, which is still news to me. What’s next? Am I going to develop strange fetishes and start dressing like Ollie? And what about Riley? Certaintly I could find a better boyfriend….. But how come I don’t want to?
“Boo” I jump ten feet up in the air, almost like a cat.
“Jumpy I see” Riley comments, shoving his hands in his pockets.
I can’t help it-I completely check him out.
He’s wearing fairly loose jeans and a baggy sweater, dirty running shoe’s and a baseball cap. Clearly a boy who doesn’t care to much about what he wears, or he cares so much he makes it look careless… black hair spills down halfway to his neck if not longer, and his blue eyes are blinding.
He looks like a poster boy for adolescent girls fantasies. Not gay.
“And if I’m correct, feeling a little bit turned on?” he teases, following my eyes to himself.
I blush. That tiny blush is all it takes for him to press our bodies together. I back up and hit the wall.
He does a quick look around and then fiercly, starvingly, puts his hand against my cheek and starts kissing me. I let him do his thing completely, a willing subject. He shoves one of his legs between mine and deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing the roof of my mouth.
His free hand goes down to clench around my waist. I let out a startled noise of pleasure, which clearly encourages him, because our kissing is all the more desperate. I’ve never really done anything like this before, but my blood seems to be boiling my skin and liting me on fire. I decide to stop letting him have his control and begin to tease him with quick and fleeting contact with my tognue.
He groans, only growing more and more desperate and I love the feeling of empowerment as I begin to tease him, pulling away from the kiss a little at a time so he has to work for it. All space between us has been crushed and I’m really getting into things when I hear the footsteps. Riley hears them to.
We’re both frozen for about five heart beats. Then his head snaps in the direction the persons coming, and the hand that was on my cheek turns to a fist. He quickly mouths ‘sorry’ and then punches me. It’s not a hard punch, but what it entitles makes me want to cry. He’d rather be seen beating me up then with me.
A girls laughter is heard from the direction of the footsteps. “Didn’t know you were abusive Riley”
Both of us look, my hand going up to cup my face. My lip is trembly. Katy tilts her head back and laughs some more. “What the hell are you talking about Katy? I’m beating the shit out of this fag because you started that ridiculous rumour.”
