*Henry’s POV*
The taste of blood rang strong in the depths of my throat, makign swallowing my own saliva an unpleasant and vile experience. My parents must think I’m insane-I was throwing up last night. I now know the truth-worrying yourself sick is a legitiment form of illness.
I was forced to school Chris and Deacon were scared for me-they didn’t understand that it was my mind that was a sick dying creature, not my body. I wish it was my body dying a slow miserable death-because though Ollie asked for it, when I gave him my body, he ran far far away.
You may think ‘he must be hideously deformed under all that muscle’ or ‘the sex was really that bad, huh?’ but I knew neither of those explanations would make Ollie leave. It was something I did wrong. Was I to rough? I’d worried that the whole time.
But if I replayed his soft sweet words to me in retrospect, I knew he was saying goodbye in secret before we even got to the sex. ‘I want you to be my first’ he’d told me. I should have thoughten about it-we had all the tiem in the world for me to be his first. He’d wanted it that night. A goodbye present.
“Dude, your seriously starting to worry me” I must look pretty bad. Riley doesn’t say stuff like that.
“I’m fine. Physically fine..” I correct. Anyone can tell I’m not fine.
“Alright.. Well…care to share what’s bothering you mentally?”
“No” I snap, getting annoyed. Then the bell classified lunch.
I leave without sparing a glance at Riley and enter the hallway, avoiding the rushing wall of students hurrying to the cafeteria for good seats. Without a shred of fear for my reputation I head to Ollie’s locker. He heads down the hall and I almost miss him.
He was…wearing…blue jeans…and a gap hoodie? My stomach turned.
He looked up, as if sensing my eye’s on him. He stumbled to a halt, the kid behind him getting pissed at the bloackage. I watched as he spun on his heel and started walking away from me. Unacceptable. I started jogging after him, and just as I caught up, we passed a janitors closet. Perfect.
I grabbed his hood and plucked him off his feet so he dangled in mid air like a puppy for a moment. Then I pulled him into the closet with me and shut the door after us. He had yelped at first, but now he just stared at me with the big green eye’s of a child.
“Henry, what are you doing?” he asked tiredly.
“What do you mean what am I doing?!” I snarled before regaining myself. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I was hurting so bad. Hurting and worrying and ebbing away. I looked down at him. At the eye’s I’d gazed into and the lips I’d kissed.
“Henry..” he sighed my name. I needed his lips under mine to breath, so of course I kissed him. My body actually went into a relieved state, the cravings I’d been suppressing to simply look at him being fulfilled. The kiss was short, but I was so thankful he didn’t pull away.
“Ollie” when I pull back my eye’s are glassy. When he notices his face crumples.
“Please don’t cry over me Henry” he begs, stepping forward and into an embrace. “It’s not your fault you know. There’s a lot wrong with me, and I’m sorry for making you discover these umm preferances by someone as broken as me. But we need to stop..” he voice wobbles “I can’t do it anymore and again, I’m sorry. You’re incredible Henry, you’ll make someone very happy” he leans up and kisses my cheek.
