Obsession, Wanting you (BoyxBoy) [ON HOLD]

chapter 2: Michael

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The next morning, Ms. Douast was already blabbering about Shakespeare when Michael walked into class late. It was the first time I had ever witnessed him making a mistake. Everyone else was shocked as well. His curly brown hair were messy and his face was pasty. His clothes were the same as the ones he had worn yesterday. Not only that, they were covered in rust colored stains and some sort of dirt. Today he had on a pair of off white slippers. He usually came to school in his raggedy converse, which was kind of enduring and cute, but today he looked disgusting and worn out, too.

"Do you have a pass?" Ms. Douast asked him.

It was silent, like everyone had stopped breathing as Michael approached her and gently placed a small, pink, sheet of paper into her hands. She gave the pass a quick look, tossed it in the trash, and then went back to teaching.

No one uttered a single word about his appearance as Michael awkwardly walked in front of his classmates. I felt something like sadness squeeze around my heart and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I bit my tongue as Michael scooted into a chair next to me. I had to say something to him, but I didn't want to sound too weird though.

"You shouldn't come to school when you are sick, you could infect the whole class," I snapped before I quickly turned back to my work.

I waited for a response. He said nothing. I felt anger boil up in my chest.

"Did you even hear me?" I asked.

He just kept staring at his paper like some sort of zombie.

"What's your problem today?!" I growled.

I wanted to pull him into my arms but I reached over and grabbed his wrist. I was shocked at how light he was and realized I had used too much force as I yanked him forward. He looked up at me with his big round green eyes and I felt my heart jump. He looked so afraid.

His sleeve had slipped where I had grabbed him and a bunch of dark purple bruises stood out against his tan skin. My eyes went wide before I let him go. I watched as fat tears began to overflow and fall down his cheeks.

"I have to go," Michael uttered as he grabbed his papers and began to shove them into his bag.

"Let me help you, you're making a mess of your things!" I shouted desperately.

"Michael? Jack, what's…? Ms. Douast stuttered in a fluster as Michael ran from the classroom, ignoring my pleading.

I looked around at my peers; their eyes were wide and waiting for more action. I turned from them and snatched up my things. I couldn't believe I was going to follow him. It was easy to act as if I couldn't hear the soft shouts of Ms. Douast, she never was good at discipline.

I burst from the class room door and dashed down the hallway, as star quarterback on the school's football team it wasn't too hard to catch up with Michael. I could hear him sobbing as his loud uncoordinated footsteps slapped hurriedly against the floor. He only made it to the front door of the school before I caught up with him. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him to a halt.

He let out a shocked, choked noise and I lessened my grip. I had to watch my strength with him. He struggled to pull himself from my grip, it was kind of pathetic and I felt a smirk break out over my face. When he looked back at me with his beautiful eyes, he looked so confused and delicate.

"I can take you home," I told him, knowing that he usually took the bus to school but walked home.

"I can't…" his words were left unfinished.

I saw a light blush break out over his cheeks. I sighed before I took him by the wrist and began to walk him to my car. I wasn't worried about anyone seeing us, class was still in session. I quickly walked through the parking lot and got into the front seat and then waited for him to slide into the passenger side. If he couldn't go home, I wasn't sure of where to take him so I started driving towards my house. He kept looking at the side of my face as if he thought I couldn't see him from the corner of my eye.

"Why are you helping me?" he asked, though he looked as if he thought I was going to reach over and smack him square in the face.

I could feel my jaw clenching and unclenching with frustration. The last thing I wanted was for him to be afraid of me, I wanted him to like me, though I was puzzled as to why I felt that way. I looked out the window, trying to come up with a decent answer to his question.

"I know I can be…scary, but you looked like you needed some help," I replied.

We rode the rest of the way in silence. I had wanted to beat him silly almost a day ago, now all I wanted to do was keep him from any kind of harm. I tried not to think about that fact.

I pulled into my driveway and parked in one of the parking spaces. Michael's eyes were as wide as I had ever seen them.

"It's okay, my mom is at work," I assured him.

"This is the biggest home I have ever seen," he said softly before he turned from me and stepped out of the car.

I had never given much thought to my house. I always thought of it as the place to go after all the fun was over. I jumped out of the car and walked him to the front door. I felt ashamed and ungrateful, that I took it for granted. I meekly took out my keys and unlocked the door. He took off his shoes before he walked onto the carpet. I gave him a confused look but didn't bother him about it.

"You should shower," I told him as politely as I could.

He only nodded his head yes as I began to lead him up the stairs and towards the bathroom. He already had his shirt unbuttoned. I could see the purple bruises all over his fragile body. I wanted to desperately ask Michael who the hell had done this to him. I wanted to find the guy and beat some sense into his fucking brain.

"I'll knock his face in, whoever the hell did this to you," I told Michael.

I was so angry, I could hardly see straight. I couldn't understand why this little loser was making me feel this way but I just wanted to keep him safe.

"It's none of your business," Michael claimed as he shut the bathroom door on my face.

I set there with the same angry look on my face before I leaned up against the door.

"I'm going to protect you, Michael. No matter what…" I vowed to myself.