For the First Time

Chapter 12

"Is it bad that you're turning me on so much right now?", Jonathan, the captain of the school's soccer team, who also happens to be Kyle's worst enemy, surprised me as he leaned beside my locker. I looked at him with a chuckle . "I'm serious. What's the occasion? It definitely suits you."

I smiled his way and nodded my head. "Thank you, Jonathan."

"Fuck off, Jonathan.", echoed the voice from behind me. Well, barely repeating my words. I glared at Kyle and was about to apologize at Jonathan but he was already out of sight. "He needs to keep his hands away from you."

You guessed it right. Apparently, bald suits me or so everyone had been trying to tell me. I was not sure what to feel about their reactions but it turned out that I was hyperventilating for nothing. Maybe I can kill both the look and cancer after all.

I elbowed Kyle on his stomach playfully before another voice followed Jonathan. "You're definitely rocking that haircut, Cooper."

"Daaaaamn, girl." And another.

"You're killing me here, girl." And another.

"Nice hair, Miss Cooper." And...another.

I looked at the source of the voice, a bit shocked to say the least. "Thanks, Mr. Brown." He's known to be the most sour teacher in the history of human being. So I guess I can put that down on my resume? Taming the sour teacher.

"Stop staring at what's not yours, sir.", but of course, Kyle's back to the rescue. Mr. Brown glared at Kyle like I did before and left us into the teacher room. "One more guy and I can assure you I'm going to jail.", Kyle said without looking at me. What did I do to deserve this adorable monster?

"Possessive. I like that.", I whispered to his ear and finally took my lunch out of the bag.

Kyle then whined at that. "Stop teasing me, Destiny." I chuckled and took his hand at the direction of our favorite place in school. The canteen. 

I always feel safe walking through this big mess with Kyle beside me somehow. I'm not sure why I have not told him about the serial killer living inside me but the thought of losing him is scarier than the thought of dying, as selfish as it makes me.

"Can we have another date tomorrow?" His words took me back to reality.

"That depends on where you're taking me."

He looked me up and down for a moment and said, "With the attention you're getting right now, I'm dying to take you to church, but I'll figure out something better."

...

"Please stop. I'll do anything. Please stop." To no avail, the figure did not stop his fist from making contact with my weak body. It hit my chest, then moved to my limping arms, my thighs, and it kept on moving hitting me everywhere. "What did I do wrong? Please stop." It would not leave me. Though, after awhile, the hitting got softer. They hit me softer and softer. And the touch somehow got more and more familiar. 

And so I opened my eyes.

In front of me was Travis, standing as a handsome boy he is. His eyes were a tad bit teary and his smile was rueful, but his presence kept me calm and made me sigh in relief.

Stupid cancer.

"You're here." I said and he hugged me gently from where he was. "You're here." I mumbled again to his ear. My heart felt warm but for some reason, I did not cry.