After getting hit with the ball and bleeding out I decided to go home early, completely missing the last period of the day. A friend of mine brought me all my stuff from my locker and set it down beside me before going back to his class. I had my mother pick me up, her white 2008 Nissan Altima pulling up inside the gray school parking lot. She offered to help me inside the car but I refused. I was able to walk easier now that I rested in the nurse's office. However, I tried not to move around too much in case I did feel light headed and wobbly again.
"Nick, are you alright?" She asked. I looked at her, making sure she kept watchful eyes on the road and not on trying to take care of me. "Yeah, I'm alright. A friend brought me to the Nurse".
"Was it Valentina?" She said, glancing over at me.
"No" I countered. "He's new here to school and he helped me get to the nurse safely. I almost collapsed on the floor if it wasn't for him catching me last minute. I just feel bad that I made his shirt a mess with my blood".
"We'll he sounds like a nice boy. You should invite him over for dinner, to thank him for saving my son and all". I felt tense in my seat, I started to feel a tingly sensation rising from my toes. I quickly responded. "No mom, we don't have to do that. It was just a thing that friends do".
She looked at me for a while, almost putting our lives in danger. "The only friend I saw you bring over here was Valentina. It would be a nice change to see someone else in the house other than her. Not that her presence isn't bad it's just I want to know you have more than just her to rely on". I looked down at my hands, which were lightly stained with blood. I gripped my thigh in anxiousness and took in a deep breath. "If he is up for it, I guess I can invite him over". Her serious face turned into a wide smile.
"Honey, I'm curious. I know you have other friends at school. So why haven't you brought them over?". A smile formed at my lips. "Cause I'm afraid that your cooking will kill them". She pushed against my shoulder lightly and laughed. I laughed with her. We pulled into our driveway and exited the car. I reached into my backpack and pulled out my phone. I saw that I had a small flame at the top of my screen. Like last night, it must have been the guy I was talking to. I tapped on my screen to see that he sent me a good morning emoji. I smiled a bit and walked inside the house. My watchful eyes fixed on the phone as I walked up the winding staircase and waited for my mother to open the apartment door.
"Now, who is so important that makes you incapable of opening a door?" I heard her call out from the steps.
"Just a friend of mine" I said while typing back a good morning message. She put her key in the door and opened it, while I walked in closely behind her.
"Okay you phone zombie, do you want something to eat? I'm going to make you something to fuel up from losing all that blood".
"That sounds cool" I said, not looking up from my phone at all. He was a fast texter, when I sent him a message he responded back almost instantly. I asked him how was his day going and he told me it was pretty boring but I made his day. I felt kinda happy, this boy was genuinely sweet and he knew exactly what to say to me. I sat at the kitchen table and typed happily on my phone. I only lifted up my head once to see what my mother was making for me. From what I saw, it looked like a ham and cheese sandwich with a small bag of chips on the side. She set the sandwich down in front of me, kissed the top of my head and walked into the living room.
I felt like liking Chase was wrong. My school had a reputation for being extremely homophobic; there wasn't many gay or lesbian people in our school. They would usually get picked on in school for it. I was one of the popular people in school, thanks to Valentina and if everyone knew I liked guys that would be the end of me. I would be a social outcast and bullied to the point where I don't want to come to school anymore. That's why liking Chase was so wrong. Not to mention he wouldn't return his feelings. He had straight guy written on his forehead and I was a closeted. When I messaged this guy, whom I have yet to discover the name of, it felt safe and discreet. I could like him in secret and nobody would know.
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Fleeting Sparks (BoyXBoy)
Lãng mạnSeventeen-year-old Nick Thompson just broke up with his girlfriend of four years. He has been struggling with his feelings with guys for quite some time now. However, when Eighteen-year-old Chase Sullivan waltzes into his class, it makes his suppre...
