From Straight Lines to Circles (bxb) ***ON HOLD***

Chapter Eleven

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BILLYS POV

I ran after him, my eyes still wet from the tears. My legs burned as I tried to keep up with his long strides, his angry steps rebounding loudly off the linoleum floors. I panted loudly as I opened my mouth, trying to gather the oxygen necessary to speak.

"Hey! Hey stop!" I yelled shockingly without fear in my voice. He barely even looked back, too blinded by rage to take notice. I groaned in annoyance as he kept his pace, my limbs starting to shut down. I thought quickly, trying to grasp at any plan that could help me stop him.

And then it hit me.

I glanced down the hallway, searching for the number of students milling about during class. There was only a few. Two girls gossiping loudly, reapplying their lip gloss and not paying any mind to anything else. There was also a small boy from my grade, sitting on the floor and quietly reading a book by his locker.

Perfect.

So I halted, leaning against a locker for support and panting heavily. I took a deep breath before opening my mouth, preparing to yell.

"Dane kissed me!" I screamed shrilly, causing everyone present to look up at me in shock. Dane turned around slowly, his face practically purple with horror and his knuckles white and tense. I smiled at him cheekily and waved, actually taking much amusement in the fact that he was so mortified.

Maybe I was crazy?

He stalked forward, striding menacingly in a cruel gait. I stood, unnaffected and amused and waiting for his arrival. He reached me quickly, grabbing my shirt collar and shoving me into a locker roughly. I heard gasped from the three students around us, but none of them had moved. A fast glance told me the girls actually had their phones out, preparing to record any fights. I rolled my eyes, annoyed.

This is why high school sucks.

I shrugged towards Dane, ignoring the ache now tearing through my shoulder.

"It was the only way to get your attention." I smiled slyly, suggestively raising my eyebrows at him. "And besides, it's not my fault you wanted it to be true." His eyes narrowed even more, becoming two severe slits and he raised his fist, preparing to strike. I just watched, bracing myself but not doing anything to stop him.

He looked too attractive when he was angry.

Unvoluntarily my eyes flitted to our bystanders, making him drop his fist in annoyance. So he grabbed a fistful of my hair in his large hand and started dragging me towards the maple tree outside.

The sky was overcast today, providing him with sufficient shadows to cover his actions. Even in dark weather the tree was still beautiful, its proud height towering over us, its leaves a rich color. He pushed me up against the tree though, making me unable to see any of its beauty. As he wound up to hit me again the first wave of annoyance shot through me, unexpected and sudden.

Abruptly I was able to look past his handsome stature and hulkingly good looking body and realize something.

Like him or not I was tired of being carried and pushed around like a rag doll.

I rolled up the sleeves of the large black hoodie I was (still) wearing and opened my mouth, his livid face still in my sights.

"Rag dolls suck you know." I blurted out unexpectedly, surprising both me and him as he put down his fist in confusion. He still clutched my upper arms in his fists but softer now.

"What the fuck are you talking about fag?" He asked, a gaurded tone to his voice. I glanced at his fists, cutting the circulation from my biceps and the pointedly looked at him, my eyebrow raised in question. With an angry sigh he let me go, crossing his arms rigidly and backing up to lean against the tree stiffly.

"Ok now I am only asking this for entertainment and curiousities sake." He said in a warning tone before asking his regular question. "What the fuck?" I backed up a few paces and started to lose my nerve, opting instead to ramble out in one breath all of the qualms I possessed because of him, looking at the ground as I spoke

"Well when I met you I thought you were the most dangerous and beautiful boy I had ever seen. And then I talked to you and I thought you were a jerk, but then you gave me this hoodie and took care of me when I was drunk. My thoughts changed." I took a breath and continued, still not looking up. "And you infiltrated my thoughts, overtaking them way too much and making me feel like it meant something. But then you beat up my best friend for no apparent reason at all? And yet still, now you're here in front of me, looking so beautiful and wanting to beat me up for god knows why too? I'm finished being tossed around like a rag doll, it utterly infuriates me! But even now, still, all I want to do is kiss you, despite the consequences. I like you too damn much!" I raised my voice exasperatedly at the end, taking a much needed gulp of air. Still upset I also peeled off the black hoodie I wore. Throwing it at the ground and remaining in a tight white t-shirt. Shaking slightly, I didn't take my eyes off the ground, my breath coming out in short pants. I could hear his heavy steps and feel his hulking presence as he reached me but I still didn't look up.

Two fingers pushed my chin up, not rough nor gentle. I meekly looked at his expression, seeing so much pain and confusion it made my heart ache. Looking at me, it seemed as if he was in an unknown battle with himself.

One that involved me.

But still apparent, through his indecision, was anger. It was painted clearly across his face and as he raised his fist I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the pain, positive he made his decision.

But it never came.

Beacause instead a hand grabbed my cheek firmly, stroking my skin under it's fingertips.

"Fuck it." His voice whispered, raspy and angry.

and then to my absolute, dire shock.

His chapped, plump lips connected roughly against mine.



CHARLIES POV

I woke up in a white room, my head pounding against my skull. The fluorescent light did not help and I squinted to let my eyes adjust to their glare. I could tell immediately where I was. It smelled of disenfectant and medicine and was filled with pale, thin cots surrounded by opaque screens.

I was in the school infirmary.

Confusion ran across my mind. How did I get here? I searched around the room, not trusting my balance to hold me up if I stood. I jumped when I noticed a figure slumped against a corner near my cot, his head in his hands. I coughed gently, trying to get his attention. I watched the figure raise his head quickly, his eyes rapidly darting directly to where I lay.

When I saw his face I gasped audibly.

Collin Waysworth sat against the wall by my bed, waiting for me to get up. His hair was ruffled and scattered and his clothes were mussed. But the thing that shocked me most as he came near me.

Was that he was crying.

He didn't even bother trying to hide it, knowing I already saw. I couldn't think of anything to say. So I just sat, frozen and stunned, even as he got up and walked over to my bed. He sat gently, looking smaller than I had ever seen the popular, football star look.

He reached over and grabbed my hand in his, looking silently at me for permission. When I said nothing (still partly because of shock) he left his hand there, it's warmth heating my frozen fingers. We both sat without saying a word for a good ten minutes, both thinking of what to say. Finally I broke the silence, saying the most tactful thing I could think of.

"So... ummm what the hell is going to happen now?" I cringed and covered my mouth with my free hand, blushing at my awkwardness. Thankfully he just looked at me funny before laughing loudly, the sound rebounding off the white walls. I smiled sheepishly and ducked my head. But his soft voice coaxed me up, even though I tried to resist.

"Charlie." He said bemusedly. I ignored him, resisting his convincing. "Charlie look at me please." He tried again I still resisted, the embarrassment making me refuse. "Wow Charlie I didn't know staring at your crotch was so interesting for you." He said teasingly, making me realize the exact position of my gaze. "I suppose I'm not the only one who likes looking down there." He continued lewdly, making me snap my head up in shock.

I was about to yell at him when I noticed his smug expression. I groaned in annoyance when I realized I had done exactly what he wanted. But when I noticed his face morph into a soft expression all my irritation vanished. He raised his free hand and pushed a stray piece of hair back away from my face making me sigh happily. But something still pestered me, seeping into my thoughts and not allowing them to be at rest.

"Collin, what are we?" He seemed unsurprised of the question and without hesitation kissed me lightly on the cheek before answering.

"Charlie, I am through fighting my feelings." A small tear ran down his face, from relief or worry I was unsure. But still he stared intently into my eyes, determination dominant in his vision. "Will you please be my boyfriend?" He looked hopefully at me as my mouth dropped open in shock. He looked slightly devasted and let go of my hand when I didn't answer, turning to leave the office. But I quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him back beside me.

I kissed him gently, our lips moving together with no immediate lust or urgency. Just slow, wonderful passion and comfort. When we seperated I smiled and fixed his messy hair, running my hands soothing through the tangles before whispering iinto his ear, a huge grin on my face.

"Of course I will."

And then, in the shelter of the school infirmary, joy in our hearts, we kissed many times after.

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