Demons (Shaylor Fanfiction Book I)

Chapter 10 Not What They Seem:

"Taylor, what's are you doing?" I asked as he was grabbing something out of his pocket.

"Sit down, Shawn," he said siting me down on the bed.

"What's wrong?" I asked as he looks down.

He squeezes his knees and I can see a tear coming down his face.

"Tay, please tell me," I said holding his hand.

He looked up at me, his face centimeters from my face. His eyes drifted my eyes to my lips. Suddenly he leans in and kisses me.

"I love you, Shawn," he cries,"I'm going crazy over you, you have no idea how much I want you to be mine."

I was shocked, everything was going in slow motion after that.

"Please Shawn," he said begging.

I then woke up, and looked at my phone. The light stung my eyes for twenty second then finally adjusted. It was 6:34 in the morning. I put my phone down and rubbed my eyes.

"I'm in so much trouble," I said to myself.

I got up out of bed and got ready for school, before mom could wake me up. I look outside and it's pouring rain and it was none of my doing. I'm too lazy to change it so I guess it's rainy. I walked more like dragged myself downstairs.

I got some cereal and brushed my teeth. I groaned and I went out in the rain. I sit at my bus stop, listening to music. Then I decided to work on the song.

As I was writing down the lyric humming the tone, I see Taylor across the street, sitting on the bench. He look up at me and smiled. He gets up and walks across the street. I scoot over so he could sit.

"Couldn't sleep either?" He asked taking a deep breath.

"Why did you run off yesterday?" I asked looking at him.

He wasn't looking at me, just straight forward. It was almost like he was hiding something on the left side of his face.

"Taylor, can you look at me?" I asked tugging on his jacket.

"Why, my face is ugly anyway," he said with his voice shaky.

"Hey, you're not ugly," I said holding his hand.

He closed his eyes, looked down at his shoes, and shook at his head.

"Tay, please look at me," I said almost begging.

He turned away from me. I put my hand on the left side of his face. I can hear him whimper and hiss. I finally see why he was in pain when I touched him, the whole left side of his face was bruised.

"Taylor," I said slowly,"How did this?"

"I....can't tell you," he said turning away.

"Tay, come here," I said moving him closer,"Let try me try to fix that."

"No, no, no, it hurts when you touch it!" he whimpers.

I'm going to have to distract him and I know how do it.

"So Taylor, do you like me?" I asked biting my lip.

"Like a friend," he asked breathing heavy.

"Not exactly," I said innocently.

I put my hand on his knee and gradually moved it up as we talked.

"Do you want me?" I said licking my lips.

His breath hitches, biting his lip. I move my hand more upwards.

"Don't you love me?" I said looking up and down.

"I-I.... I can't answer that," he said trying to stay calm.

I can't resist, I love teasing him. I move my hand to something hard and start palming it. He rolled his head and bites his lip.

"Fuck," he mumbles under his breath.

"Do you like that?" I whisper in his ear.

I hear a low moan and I begin to giggle.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said kissing his now healed left cheek.

I left go of his crotch and he calmed down.

"I got to go," I whispered getting on the bus,"Also you might want to look at your face."

"Why?" He asked.

"Just look," I said winking.

I got up on the bus and I laughed as I watched him freak out he show no bruise. Everyone got on the bus, Taylor was last to get on so he had to sit with Nash. I played music and fell asleep. I actually I slept the whole time and nobody tried to smack-can me.

I walk into school, was getting my books for first period as usual. When I felt someone grabbed the back of my jacket. Books flew everywhere because I was shocked at first. Then I got terrified when I saw angry Taylor.

"Taylor, what are you doing?" I asked worried.

"None of your business, faggot," he said with great anger.

"Well, this should be interesting," I thought to myself.

He took into a bathroom that no boy ever uses.

"You miss me so much that you couldn't wait until after school," I said in a teasing tone.

"What the hell did you do to me?" He whispered in an aggravated tone.

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"I had a bruise this morning and now it's gone," he said pointing to his face.

"It's called makeup, genius," I exclaimed.

"You wear makeup?" He asked confused.

"Yeah," I said smiling faintly,"So I can hide the bruises you gave me."

Taylor licks his lips and looks down.

"I-I'm sorry, Shawn," he said shaky.

"Tay, it's okay," I said picking his chin,"I forgive you, anyway, I got to go to class."

I winked, walked out of the bathroom, and grabbed my books.

"Here, you dropped this," a voice said sweetly.

I looked up to see Cameron holding my song book.

"Thank you, Cameron," I said smiling.

He blushed and walked away.

"Shawn!" A voice yelled out of pain.

I look over to see Taylor on the floor with Nash on top of him. I run over and pushed Nash off.

"Aww, little Shawnie, came to the recuse," Nash said mocking me.

"If you want to beat anyone up, beat me up," I said holding my fists up.

"Okay, then?" Nash said with glee.

Jack and Jack came over and held me down, while Nash and Carter took turns punching me. I look over at Taylor, he shook his head and took off sprinting.

"My hero," I thought to myself sarcastically.