Nobody Knows My Heart Like You | boyxboy

Ch. 5 - The Worry Starts

Vance's POV

I told Skylar that I'd wait for him to tell me... But who am I kidding? I can't wait, especially not for Sky to tell me anything. For one, Skylar is stubborn. He'll keep a secret from me for ages. But of course, he'll eventually give in.

"I'm gonna find out myself." I said proudly.

"So basically... You're gonna snoop?" Quincy drawled.

"It's not snooping if I'm his best friend!" I argue. He just rolls his eyes. Quincy has been friends with me since the 2nd grade, ever since he'd transferred to my school from New York. Now he was definitely not my best friend, that title laid only with Sky. But I can't deny that we're pretty close.

We played lacrosse together and usually hung out at school and at my house. He was a pretty simple guy to figure out, really. He hates the taste of Kool-Aid and loves basically everything beside that. Now Quincy wasn't bad looking by any means, he was actually pretty handsome. Equipped with tan skin, light blue eyes, and dark brown hair.

He could probably get any women he wanted, but he doesn't pursue very often. He talks about them all the time (to the point of wanting to chop off my ears.) To be honest, everyone thinks he's a fuck boy, in reality, he's only ever had one girlfriend. And she dumped him for not going farther with her.

That's Quincy's fatal flaw, he's too damn nice for his own good. Even if he doesn't like to show it.

"So what are you going to do after you find out 'Skylar's big secret?'" His chin rested on his hand, and continued to stare at me.

"Depends on what 'it' is." I say in deep voice. Quincy snickers softly. He takes a big swig of his Starbucks, his face twisted in pain. He must have forgotten that his coffee was still a million degrees, and burned his tongue.

Quincy scrambled to get my water bottle, snatching it away from my hands. He took a drink then handed it back. I just laughed at his antics.

"What's happening?" Sky had appeared out of nowhere and made me jump. He wasn't scary by any means today either. He was wearing a loose black shirt that said I HATE PEOPLE in bold white letters. His ripped dark blue jeans looked about ready to trash. I held a hand to my chest and took a shaky breath.

"Jesus! You scared me!" I yelled, in turn making Sky flinch. His pretty green eyes stayed downcast from that conversation on. His behavior set off alarms, he's acting even more gloomy than yesterday. Throughout the rest of our classes, he'd stayed the same. He just sat there, staring off into space, not even giving a wink of attention to the teacher's lesson.

I felt frustrated. Pissed actually. I couldn't stand the thought of Skylar sad. We were walking together to our last class, I happened to glance over at him, whom hadn't changed his facial expression today. I felt my anger flare and I grabbed him around the collar. His eyes got wide. I slammed him into the lockers, and he winced.

"What the hell Vance!" Sky said, seething. I glared at him.

"I told you I'd wait for you to tell me. But I didn't tell you I'd deal with you're shitty attitude. You haven't even talked to me all day, how am suppose to help you otherwise?" I felt people pressing on all sides of us, holding their breath. For a fight maybe.

Sky looked mad. And the palm of his hand connected with the side of my face. Crack. Gasps came from the mouths of our peers. I stumbled back a few steps and looked back to him, cheek stinging. Tears already were running freely down his face. His eyes were on his red hand. I felt my heart clench. I could see he regretted it. He sobbed loudly, the sound snapping me out of my stupor. I pulled him in a crushing hug, he didn't struggle to pull away. He wrapped his arms around my neck and we stayed there, he cried loudly in my shoulder and I stayed silent.

We stayed there even after the crowd dispersed. We stayed there after the bell rang. We didn't move at all.

"It's okay... You're okay." I reassured lightly. He just shook his head in the crook of my neck. I pulled him off of me, gripping his shoulders carefully, he looked fragile.

Tears still ran down his blotchy red cheeks, his glassy green eyes looked up to me, and I felt my heart break. He tried to hide his face, putting his arms to block my view of him.

"Don't look at me. Please." His voice broke and he burst into another fit of sobs. "Please." He begged.

"Sky..." I cupped his face in my hands, ignoring his pleading. "You have to tell me what's wrong." I swiped a cascading tear away with the pad of my thumb. He whimpered and shook his head. "Promise me you'll tell me, I want to help you." I press my forehead against his. His body was trembling.

"You know I can't promise that." He whispered. I sighed, my breath mingling with his. I pulled away, staying close. I smiled warmly.

"I know, but at least think it over. I want to help, alright? Go home and relax, I know you don't want to go to class like this." He just nods meekly. I walked him to the attendance office and watched him push the entryway doors open. "Sky?"

"Yeah?" He turned to me.

"I love you."

"Mm." 

"Don't do anything reckless, got it? Just ring me." I gave him my biggest grin... In hopes that will make him feel better. He smiles back, not as big. And he left, the doors slamming loudly on his way out.

He left.

Sky left. Sad... Broken.

I couldn't fix him. I couldn't do anything, where it usually works. This time he's closed off, even from me. I hate that.