Why does it have to be him? (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 9

Mark POV
Pushing myself out the door and walking to a bench in front of the school. I release a sigh as I stuff my hands into my pockets and pull out my pack of cigarettes and lighter.

Lighting a cigarette, I inhale a deep breath and soon releasing it into the cold, crisp winter air.

Why did this have to happen to me? Why did I have to get involved with him? I was just attracted to him. But why him? Like he said why did I want to understand?

So many questions and so little answers.

My mind is running wild with questions that I can't keep up with myself. I inhale again and blew out. I watch the smoke leave my lungs and fill the open air.

As I was about to inhale once more I heard the doors to the school. I turn my head to see Sam sprinting out the doors and into the parking lot.

As soon as he was in the parking lot three more guys burst through the doors after Sam.

Sam was trapped. Surrounded but them, he tremble in fear as he looked up at each of them.

I could see one of the guys, probably the leader,begin to speak. They were to far away for me to hear but I could see what was going on and I didn't like it.

Sam's eyes widen into scared orbs at the guy's words. The other two laughed in amusement as they inched their way closer to Sam.

Sam was shrinking in on himself, to make himself look smaller than before. Then the leader raised his fist over his head. I knew exactly what was going to happen and I was terrified for him.

I immediately jumped up and dropped my cigarette, smashing it and ran toward them.

As I was feet away from them, I saw the leader slam his fist into the now crying Sam. He yelp in pain as he was struck in the gut.

The other two grabbed Sam's arms and pinned him to the ground as he struggles to get free.

I ran faster and faster but it felt like I was stuck in place, unable to do anything for Sam. The cold air hit my face as I ran to only feel more coldness to my face.

I had tears running down my cold, red cheeks. Why was I crying? Why was I running to save him? I thought that he doesn't care. He wants to be alone.

'No'

I stop die in my tracks at the voice. "What" I mumbled as my eyes scan to area around me.

'He doesn't want to be alone. But that's all he's  ever known.'

What! What does that mean? When I first talked to him he yelled at me to leave him alone. So what did this mean?

'You will never understand, you never will.'

What don't I understand?

"Agh!"

I pick up my head to see Sam being kicked over and over again by the three assholes. He's a crying mess and blood dripping down his forehead and nose. He has a big black and purple bruise on the side of his face with a split lip.

I felt something inside me snap. I don't know what it was, but I charged at them and jumped on the leader slamming his head into the ground. I torn my hand through the air like I sliced it in half as I pushed it forward and colliding it with his face.

Oh. This is anger. But why am I feeling anger?

I stop for a second and my eyes locked with big, bright violet eyes. Sam had the look of shock on his face but somethings was different. Pain, sadness, hope, and fear shown in his eyes.

I ripped away from the stare and looked at the guy under me. He was a bloody mess and unconscious. By this time the other two ran off and I slowly stood from the guy and again locking eyes with Sam.

I walked over to him and picked him up and carried him to my car.

As I sat him in the passenger seat and buckling him in. I made my way over to driver side and slide in. I turned the key and hearing the engine roar to life as I started the car and drove off in silence.