Setting Love

Tears

            *Jordan's POV*

       I was walking down the hall of my old school, tone honest it was great to be back. I had so many old memories here, I can't even believe my parents wouldn't let me return just because I was gay. Instead they sent me out of state to a damn Christian school.

      I never really attended though I would always sneak out and hang out with some old friends I had kept after I moved, but the thing was even my best friends didn't know about my secret. The hardest thing was leaving the one person I cared so deeply about. Oak meant the world to me, ever since I met him in third grade.

      You see back then Oak was the punching bag, and all of my so called friends would always pick on the weak, and sometimes even I would participate in the bullying, but Oak showed me that I didn't have to do that anymore.

     My group that I always hung around with back then cornered this kid one day after school. I stayed in the classroom to discuss some problems I had with the previous nights homework. If only I had been out there I could've done more.

       At first. As I walked out the doors outside, I heard noting but as I began to approach the corner I heard it, light grunts and painful pleading screams. I have no clue how it happened but I could tell, that with each cry for help I heard the more my heart broke. I rushed around the corner to see my friends punching this kids gut. The boy didn't look any older than me, he was smaller and thinner, but looked vaguely familiar. Then it hit me I knew who he was, after all we had several classes together. Oak Summers, a shy and silent boy, who always sat at the back and bothered no one.

       "Hey Jordan, join in the fun, let's turn the fag straight!!" Yelled Ronnie Gallows. The boy always got on my nerves an took no for an answer.

I easily declined the offer and walked right through the group of old friends, to help Oak off the ground. He didn't look to badly injured, just a black eye and busted lip. I wrap my arm around his waist and helped him place his arm around my shoulder.

Together we stumbled out of the school parking lot and out to where my mom was waiting in her car. As she saw us coming through the parking lot, she quickly jumped out of her car and immediately asked what had happened I simply replied Ronnie. And she instantly knew all about it.

I helped her gently place him in the back seat. I carefully climbed in the back with him, I was worried he might be in shock or something. I remember my dad going in shock after he cut the tip of his finger off. He was cleaning our blender and accidentally cut it on.

He just sat there all bruised and his lip bleeding, I could feel the abnormal breaths as he sat there. We hit a bump in the road and instantly his hand reached out for mine, squeezing it. And suddenly I figured he might be severally injured an we didn't know anything about it.

His hand never left mine, it took my mom five minutes to reach our house, once there we helped him to our couch. I stayed with him while my mom called his parents and the principle to explain what had happened. As he layer there I gently raised his head and placed a pillow under his head. His hair was a mess, covered in sweat and blood.

        He finally looked at me, his eyes full of hurt and pain, but filled with gratitude and happiness. We held each other's gaze for a few minutes, before my mom bursting in the room.

       "I talks to the principle Ronnie will indeed get suspended for this and I talked to his parents their on their way. They should be here in about thirty minutes or so, I'm gonna head to the store to he some stuff to clean some of those cuts their begging to look nasty. Jordan be nice and help him as much as you can okay? I love you and I'm so proud of you." She said sweetly as she walked through the door.

      "Jordan?" He asked, his voice was low and cracked. He reached out to only touch air, but I held out my hand.

        "Yeah I'm here, your Oak aren't you?" I asked kindly. I never really spoke to him just saw him around. As our skin touched for the second time my heart jerked. What was happening? Was I growing affection for a boy? I mean I liked girls, I thought it wasn't possible.

      He shook his head, but quickly jerked in pain, but it only made it worse. His shirt was torn and stained with dirt and blood. I quickly ran to my room and grabbed an old shirt.

      I ran to the bathroom and grabbed some alcohol I found in the drawers and some clean rags. I quickly went back to the couch and sat there.

       "Oak? This might hurt and feel strange but your cut and bruised pretty badly. I have to clean the cuts my mom will be back to help in a few minutes. Okay?" I asked my mom was a nurse and of course she taught me a few things.

        I helped him in a sitting position and carefully helped him pull of his shirt. His back was scrapped pretty badly and bruises stained his pale white skin. I was confused, I liked girls but for some reason I couldn't look away from this boys skin, what was wrong with me? I pulled out the alcohol and rags and very carefully cleaned his wounds. He jumped as the alcohol stung his wounds. Not long after that I helped him put on my old shirt, then my mom came home with some gauges and band aids, along with pain killers. His parents showed up not long after and he went home. His parents thanked us and ever since that day we've been best friend.

       *we walked out the doors to the parking lot. Students were already loading their buses, the sun was shining it's brightest. I looked down at him and saw his eyes were glowing with perfection, but I was scared. Scared tat he would find out the truth and hate me forever saying I was gross as I fell for my very best friend. Or that he says he had no feelings for me.

        But then it all happened in a blur, it was noise, then sight, then nothing. One second Oak was standing next to me and then the next thing I noticed he was laying on the ground. I saw the car before I saw oak. It was a black Chevy camaro. Then I noticed Oak he was laying on the ground seven feet behind the car. He was motionless. In seconds I was by his side, I reached down and grabbed his hand, but there was no response. I felt the tears slipping through my eyes as my mind and heart raced as fear of the unknown over came me.

      "Oh my god, there's so much blood!!" I heard a girl yell. It was only then I noticed the blood surrounding his head.

       I grinned his hand even tighter than I was already holding it. I couldn't loose him not now, not ever. Not until he knew how much I loved him.

      "I called 911 there on their way." Yelled another girl, I immediately recognized her, she was Oak's best friend, perhaps his only friend besides me.

        "Thanks Jaylen." I finally chocked out through the tears.

        "Jordan? Oh my god!! Hey!!" She said but she quickly returned her attention to Oak. This could not be happening.

"Please be okay Oak." I whispered quietly as a tear fell and landed gently and peacefully on his pale untouched cheeck.