Kiss Me (yaoi / boyxboy)

Chapter 7

Grey

I slump over my desk, feeling my headache getting worse. I don’t know what happened, I just feel terrible today. Does insane happiness make you sick? I smile to myself, maybe I’m lovesick. Or maybe that’s just the headache talking.

“You alright, Grey?” One of the two friends I’ve made so far taps me on the arm, pushing his glasses up his nose.

I nod, “Just a headache.”

“At least it’s not the flue.” Despite spending most of my lessons with him over the past week, I still haven’t got completely used to Jonah’s randomness. He’s definitely clever, to the extent that he’s really stupid. He’s one of those people who just don’t understand when they should shut up, like when he’s getting into a debate with someone about the negative health implications of smoking. He’s just too good at everything… including making himself a target of well, everyone.

“Jonah?”

“Yes?”

“Why’re you at this school?” My thinking had made me curious.

“Oh- Well, I get a little flustered at times and I tend to…” He does a little throwing up impression and I grimace,

“You were sick in the entrance exam?”

“Yes. And outside the exam… and on the examiner.” I try to suppress my laugh, and he looks offended, “It’s not funny.” By now though, he’s laughing a little too. I sigh, resting my head on my forearms.

Jonah clears his throat, “Um, Grey?” I lift my pounding head from the table, following his gaze to a guy standing next to my desk. I know him from middle school, he used to be the most popular kid there.

“Hi Liam.” I say awkwardly, in that way you do when you have no idea why that person’s talking to you.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m great, you?”

“I’m alright… So, this school, eh?”

“Yeah, it’s really something” He laughs breathily, like he’s nervous about something.

“Yeah, well, I was wondering whether you.. er, maybe you might want to…” His shoulders slump, a blush spreading across his cheeks, “Nevermind.” He walks back to his seat and I raise an eyebrow at Jonah,

“What the hell was that?”

“He was about to ask you out.”

“Huh? I swear he isn’t gay though...”

“I’ve noticed something over the time I have spent in your company. An incident along those lines has happened to you approximately 12 times, correct?”

“I guess, I haven’t really been counting.”

“Well, I have. That and the fact that you have abnormally long eyelashes, a more feminine face and figure than most males-”

“Hey!”

He ignores me, “Only leads me to one conclusion. You are seen by the testosterone fuelled, hormone raging males around us as a female replacement.” I really am an idiot. After everything that Drake said on my first day, and the weird conversations I’ve been having with guys at the moment, I should have added it up. I groan, head back on the table.

“Headache?” And the fact that I appear to be even more stupid than I thought I was.

“Yeah.” I grumble.  

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I shove my lunch away from me, the idea of food only making me feel worse.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Corey looks worried. Corey, Jonah and me are sitting in the art room, a place that stays strangely quiet in comparison to the rest of the school.

 “I’m just going to get some fresh air or something.” I get up and leave, not completely sure where I’m going. Just before I enter the corridor, I hear Jonah shouting after me, “Remember what I said earlier, and don’t go off alone with someone.” As if I would.

I wander round till I see a door that leads outside. But as soon as I get a metre from the door a guy steps out in front of me, making me jump. I nearly walk straight into him, my mind feels so fuzzy.

“Sorry.” I go to walk around him but he side steps into my path.

“Where’re you going?”

“Um…” I nod towards the door, “Out.”

He does a little half smile, “Why don’t you stay with me?”

“Stay?” I suddenly remember what Jonah said, “Er, no thanks” A feeling in my stomach tells me that this guy won’t just let me get away with a ‘no thanks’ so I take a small step back. He see this and for some reason, it makes him smile even more. He’s really tall and he looks strong as well- even if I wasn’t about to pass out I couldn’t even hope to fight him off. So I run away. Or at least try to, but he grabs my wrist.

The guy pulls me sharply towards him, one hand still holding my wrist painfully tight and the other now on the small of my back.

I struggle, “Let me go, this isn’t funny.” My heart is beating faster, panic is rising in my stomach. I look around but there’s no-one. He pushes me against the wall, holding both my wrists in one hand above my head. His other hand touches my lip.

"Soft" He smiles, leaning in towards me, so close I can feel his breath grazing against my cheek. 

"Stop, please-" He crashes his lips into mine. This feels wrong- gross. I've imagined kissing Eli so many times before but this... this is wrong. I summon all the strength and energy I have left, using it to shove him as hard as I can. He stumbles backwards, that smug smile dissapearing from his face. He's angry now. 

"I was just going to play with you for a little while... But now? Now you've made me want to make you cry." I really must be sick, not because I can barely even move anymore, but because I wish for Drake.