Shadows Master [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 4

Berlin's P.O.V

You would think that after 3 years of high school that people would learn to grow up, but apparently not everyone had learned the art of maturity. Especially, Jacob Ross, the school jock. It was kind of cliché, the school jock beating up on the scrawny, depressed, gay, lonely kid that sits in the back of the classroom seems normal.

Scratch that, it wasn't even kind of cliché, it was very cliché. So there I was, getting pushed up against a locker barely even registering what the imbecile was saying. After 3 years you kind of get used to it.

All that I could make out from what he was shouting in my face, was just the usual words from a bully like him, like Faggot and Wimp and Sissy. The ringing in my ears did not help at all, but I was too shaken to react let alone say anything in my own defense.

I saw his fist rising up; ready to punch me in the face for the umpteenth time today, so, I braced myself, not completely prepared for the painful impact that was to come.

After prolonged seconds of waiting, and listening to my ragged, dry heaving breath, I panicked. Thinking that Jacob and his group of cronies were getting ready to do something even worse than I anticipated. I cracked my eyes open just a little, still ready to close them just in case a fist came flying down. Surprisingly, it didn't. I let my eyes peel open slightly blinded by the light.

My face contorted into a confused expression, and I let out a little huff of relief, still jerking in angst, but my eyes dazzled at the sight before me. A man that stood about 6 foot with curly blond hair and emerald green eyes peered down at me with concern etched across his alarmingly handsome features.

There was a pungent aroma in the air, and I grew intoxicated and faint as it filled my nose with something so euphoric I could die then and there. My hands vibrated as I had to use the lockers, to steady myself and my legs straight, for my knees were weakend.

"You OK?" was all I heard him say.

Oh my god, I think I just came by just staring at him. My thought ran amuck sigh the idea, feeling my arousal throb achingly.

His voice was like heaven on Earth, and I meant that in the most literal of ways. I gazed up at him, realizing that he had to be at least another foot taller than me.

Oh Goddess, this is not helping me at all.

Then my panic attacks commenced, making me breathless and antsy. I gripped my chest in sudden pain as my breathing becoming ragged and uneven.

'Please not now!', I silently thought to myself.

He extended his hand to me, and I tried to calm myself, thinking that he was only trying to help, yet somehow I knew that.

But I couldn't help it.

The closer his hands got to me, the farther I tried to move, and the more pained his expression seemed. Which made me feel bad for him, for having a useless mate like me.

I finally let my body halt, involuntarily calling for his touch but when he did touch me. All hell broke loose in my body, making me jolt as if I'd been hit by a thousand bolts of electricity.

A scream erupted from my lips, but it wasn't a small scream that could be looked over. It was blood curdling, and it shook me badly but then I passed out into a fit of blackness. Everything went blank and I felt nothing but his hands wrap around me, which I couldn't fight my way out of even if I tried.