The week has gone fast and Saturday is staring back at me. My legs are still not fully healed and I told Brandon that I'm not going anymore.
I'd just look stupid and out of place.
However, he insisted and told me that it's gonna be fine. He said that he'll pick me up at 7.
I look at the clock in my room and it's 6:24. I'm still contemplating whether I should go or not.
If I go I'm just gonna be a liability for them and they're going to be constantly checking up on me.
But if I don't I'm gonna look like a dick and I don't want that either. I never have any friends outside where it's not just a case of them sucking up on me.
My thoughts got interrupted when I heard a horn from outside. I walked over my window slowly and looked outside.
It's Brandon's car.
What the hell is he doing? It's too early and I haven't even worn my shirt yet.
I see him step outside his car wearing his usual clothes, he walks over the front lawn to our door and rings the doorbell.
I hear the door open and my dad talking to him.
Shit I have to put some clothes on.
I skipped over to my closet and quickly chose one and put it on. I did it so fast that I didn't even notice it was inside out.
"Fuck" I whisper as I hear footsteps going up the stairs to my room.
I tried taking it off and putting it back on but I suddenly got my head stuck and I couldn't see anything.
I suddenly felt a stinging pain as I stepped and put some weight on my sprained leg. I whimper as I fell on my back seeing nothing but red from my shirt covering my face.
I felt my cheeks burning, itching. I'm starting to breathe heavily and the door opens and closes.
"Kyle what the fuck are you ok?" I hear as he comes around and kneels next to me.
I'm still struggling with this stupid shirt.
"The fuck does it look like, my ankles hurts so much and I'm being strangled by my own clothes!" I say out of frustration.
I feel his hand touch my ankle and his other holding me down.
"What are you doing?" I say trying to wriggle my way out of the shirt.
"Shhh. Don't tell anyone." He says and I hear a sound, something I couldn't describe.
I can see light glowing brighter and a tingling sense in my body, my ankles stopped burning and my muscles relaxed and stopped clenching.
My breathing slows down and I felt calmness washing over my body.
I'm still confused on what the fuck just happened.
Then I felt his hands grabbing my shirt and pulling it, taking it off me revealing my face.
I looked at him and for a second I thought his pupil was glowing. I shook my head and grabbed his shoulder to get up.
I wrapped my arm around his shoulders to have some support as I looked down.
I rotated my ankle in a circle and didn't feel any pain whatsoever.
I looked at Brandon, his face close to me also looking down to my ankle as his arms held my back.
He turned to me and now I could see his face up close, the first thing I noticed was the red blood running from his nose.
His face looked tired and drained.
For some reason I reached out with my other hand and swiped the blood with my thumb. I felt his breath brushing against my arm.
We both realise what we're doing and broke away from each other in synchronise.
I sat up and he sits next to me, a little bit further now.
I looked at the blood on my thumb and looked at him. He sits down with his head tilted upwards and his eyes closed as he leans his back against my bed.
"Are you ok?" I ask him. I got up and quickly went to my toilet grabbing paper towels. I wiped the blood from my thumb and tossed him the roll.
He catches it and holds some blocking his nose.
"You must've hit me while you were struggling with the shirt or something." He says and smiles still looking up with eyes closed.
"Fuck I'm sorry..." I say as I noticed how I'm standing up and just walked towards the bathroom without limping.
"My leg, it's fine now... What did you do?" I say as I do a little jog. Checking if it's actually fine and not just an adrenaline rush.
He lets out a little laugh.
"I know some tricks." He says.
He must've learned something from his dad like some sort of massage or pressure point.
But then again how come coach didn't do it to me while I was laying there?
"You better fucking come to Christie's party now?" He says as he gets up and sits on my bed smiling.
I laughed.
We both did.
***
We pulled up in front of a two story house with a nice front lawn. I can hear the sound of the sprinkler system as it sprays water on the plants.
"It's a nice house." I say as I open the car door and got out.
"Yup, and it's gonna stay that way." He says and winks as he walks past me.
"What the hell does that suppose to mean?" I ask and he chuckles.
I'm not crazy.
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Hey I hope you liked this one. I'm just getting back to writing now and I have a plan for this story.
Kent
