One Month to Find Your Way (BoyXBoy) ON HOLD

Chapter 7

**JAMES' POV**

I froze for a moment, trying to process what Landon was doing. What he is doing. But as the delicious tingles encased my lips, I found myself slowly wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling us closer. He stood up from where we were sitting on the swings, pulling me with him. Our lips moved in sync with each other, as Landon grabbed my hips and pulled me flush against him.

We fit perfectly together.

He licked my lower lip, asking for entrance. I gave it to him, opening my mouth slightly and his tongue explored every crevice of my mouth. I moaned, enjoying the pure bliss it was giving me. I ignored the warning signs in my head, I didn't want to stop, not now. I felt something poking my thigh, did he have a banana in his pocket? I mentally chuckled, rubbing my tongue against his. Soon enough, I felt myself start to harden before we were interrupted.

"Yo! Dude, is that Landon??"

We jumped apart instantly as the voice startled us. It was a bunch of jocks from the football team. Landon's football team. There were only about 5 or 6 of them, but they were all part of his team. Landon looked at them, a slight glare in his gaze.

"Yeah it's me." He said gruffly, "You got a problem?" The challenge in his tone rang clearly throughout the park. He was obviously referring to the make-out scene they had just witnessed. Seeing as he was probably the most feared person in our school, being the football star that he is,  the blonde that spoke held up his hands as if he were surrendering.

"No dude, it's fine." He said, his blue eyes widening. Landon still looked peeved, so they tried to come up with something to calm him down.

"We thought it was uh... " a different jock spoke up, with brown hair and brown eyes. The jocks took a quick glance at each other, trying to figure out what to say so they wouldn't piss the quarterback off anymore.

"Cute!" One blurted, before quickly covering his mouth with his hands, eyes widened at what he had just said. I giggled, that's not something you hear everyday. Calling two guys making out cute, huh, I kinda like the sound of that. The jocks all looked at the one that had spoken eyebrows raised in question, before going along with it.

"Yup!"

"Yeah! It was adorable!"

"Cutest thing I've ever seen!"

I couldn't hold it in any longer. I started laughing uncontrollably at their faces, all blushing and embarrassed. It was hilarious to see the most popular people at school as flushed as they were. Soon, Landon's laughter joined mine, and the jocks' after that.

After we all calmed down, Landon looked at them somewhat... shyly, a ghost of a blush on his cheeks.

"So uh, you guys don't mind that I'm..." he trailed off, still quite embarrassed. Hell, I would be embarrassed too! All the jocks shook their heads.

"Nah dude, it's cool." the blonde one said, giving Landon a big smile. The smile must've been infectious, cause the next thing you know, we're all grinning like fools. Standing around awkwardly, I took this moment to look at Landon, and he casually draped his arm over my shoulder. I blushed slightly, lowering my eyes to the ground as he started a conversation with the members of his football team.

"You wanna play a little football?" He asked them, taking note of the football under the arm of one of them. They all nodded eagerly, starting to organize teams. One of them looked at me.

"You playing?" he asked, and I glanced at Landon before replying.

"No thanks, I don't feel like dying today." I said with a slight chuckle, before realizing what I actually said, turning my smile into a frown. Nobody seemed to notice though, and they all chatted enthusiastically, until it seemed they figured out the teams.

I watched as they started to play, first lining up, before yelling some things, then hiking the ball. I watched Landon's muscles contract as he skillfully pulled his arm back and threw it straight into the waiting hands of one of his team mates. God Landon looked hot. They were playing shirts  vs. skins, and Landon's team was skin. I watched another play, and another, one team gaining points, then the other, and so forth. After a solid half an hour or so, they finally took a break, every one of them sweating. Landon came over to me, slipping his shirt on. 

I nearly pouted. I liked watching him like that. 

"Hey," he said, coming over to me, a big grin on his face. 

"Hi." I replied as he threw his arm over my shoulders. I wrinkled my nose and pushed it off. "Eww, no. First of all, you're covered in sweat, dirt, and grass. Secondly, I barely know you." I say, scooting away from him slightly. My wolf whined a bit, wanting to be close to his mate. I ignored him, and just stared out into the park as I heard Landon chuckle.

"Oh, you barely know me eh? That's only why we were making out." he whispered into my ear huskily. I couldn't stop the involuntary shiver that went through my body. By now, his scent was attacking my nose, and it was driving me crazy. My wolf whined again, and once more, I chose to ignore it.  

"Moment of weakness." I muttered, a blush invading my cheeks. He chuckled, and I cast my eyes down on the ground. How I wouldn't be able to hear that chuckle after I.. yeah. I bit my lip, willing myself not to cry. I can't do it. I just can't push him away. Everything about him lures me, and I just can't fight it. I tried to get him to push me away, you can easily tell how that worked out. 

But I don't want to die either. My pack needs me, I need to be strong for them. I groaned in frustration. Why is it that I have to be depressed for the rest of my life in order to live? A depressed leader isn't a strong leader.. 

When that thought occured to me, everything in my perspective changed. 

"Oh my god, I'm right." I whispered, staring off into space. How could I rule a pack with depression taunting me around every corner. The pull to my mate is nearly impossible to resist anyways, I can't push him away. 

But... if I give in I will die. 

This time, I groaned out loud. Landon looked at me quizzically.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern laced in his voice. I shook my head and bit my lip, trying to figure out what to do.

You know what, screw it! Everyone deserves to be happy, and if I can only be truly happy for the next month, then I'd rather take that and die. My father can appoint his beta as leader, I want my happiness too instead of wallowing in depression. My mood got lighter as my decision became clear.

Yes, I'm willing to die if it means a month loving my mate.

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A/N

Blech, I know it's short and crappy. But I don't think I'm going to be continuing this story anyway.. Just wanted to post one final chapter (I think, but who knows?) to show my support of the LGBTQIPA Genre Petition :3 So I dedicated it to them and put the link on my profile:P