RUSTY. | BxB

Chapter Eight : Perfection

                       Chapter Eight : Perfection

Ronnie Cortez ( media ]

   I waited on a voice. A sound of some kind that would ensure me that D'Andre was still here; but nothing.

       I heard nothing.

It was that nothingness that caused a sharp pain in the left side of my chest. My eyes became watery as a form of a liquid came out of them. What was this ? What was this pain that I had never felt before ? What was this liquid that, from my eyes, rolled smoothly from my cheek and crashed on the floor of the spiritualistic "White Room"?

     Was this what it felt to have your heart break?

I closed my eyes as my lungs began to hurt and my throat began to throb, as if something wanted to come of it. Maybe words? Maybe I wanted to scream his name and beg for him to be returned to me. Why was it so hard though?

Why am I questioning everything as if I was human?

    I shouldn't be feeling this way at all.

       I opened my eyes to see him.

"Ronnie?"

        I saw him mouth my real name, yet everything around me was completely silent for some reason. I saw the students moving around me, everyone's mouths moving, people slamming lockers, yet it was completely silent.

Where was I?

" Rusty!" Andre said louder than his usual low voice of tone to shake me out of the random gaze I was in as my hearing returned to me and the noisy nature of a high school hallway coming back in full stride.

       "Huh?" My eyes opened widely at the sight of D'Andre standing in front of me, leaning on the lockers as he did before I thought we left school.

     "You're so weird." He scoffed, walking away from me like I thought he did earlier.

   I couldn't believe it myself. My visions had never affected me in that manner.

I chased after him after realizing it was just one of my visions, "Is that bad or good?" I said once I reached him, responding to his earlier statement and pacing myself walking behind him.

            "It wasn't a vision. I was showing you how bad it could be if you keep him around. He'll ruin you son." The demonic voice of my father sounded throughout my head. "You were not going to be satisfied until he turned you into a creature like him, filled with useless human emotion and no real logic. Do not fall for him."

My anger towards my sperm donar did not affect me. Nor did it sway me to somehow stop speaking to Andre.

     I don't know what to call my fixation with Andre- curiosity maybe, but whatever it was, I was not going to leave him alone before I understood this "useless emotion"

      "I'm not sure yet." He said cocking his eyebrow. I could tell he was holding back his real thoughts about me and probably just didn't want to come off as mean but I didn't care.

How could somebody so simple be so.. everything?

        "You know you're my baby, right?" I said whispering in his ear.

"You haven't even known me for a full week, Boy stop it." He said rolling his eyes.

 
    We entered our last class together before summer for seniors officially started. I took my regualar seat behind him and began playing with my pencil, thinking of all the things I could say to get his attention on me.