Kiss Me (yaoi / boyxboy)

Chapter 12

Grey

The day dragged out so long that I was beginning to think that lunch time would never come.

It's torture, waiting for the seconds to tick down to 1:15. But finally the bell goes and we make our way to the art room, the whole time with me holding my phone and waiting for it to start buzzing. By the time we get to our little hideaway room, I give up, assuming that he'd just forgotten to call.
I walk right into Corey who is just standing in the door way.

"Hey, Corey, fancy moving?" I blink away involuntary tears which popped up after hitting my nose on his back.

"Uh, yeah, sure." he says hesitantly, moving aside. I ignore his weirdness but stop walking when I see what he'd stopped at.
Drake's standing in the middle of the room, holding a scruffy looking guy by the collar of his shirt. My heart begins to race, my head spinning... this guy looks exactly like the guy who'd attacked me. My hands clench into fists by my sides. I can practically hear that guys hot, ragged breaths again. Feel his hands as they claw at my skin-

"Grey?" Drake is suddenly in front of me, hand surprisingly gentle against my now cold cheek.
I blink up at him, remembering that it was him who'd saved me. His ice blue eyes are soft as they look at me, his eyebrows bent in concern. He makes me forget instantly what I'd been thinking about, just by the way he looks at me.

"Your hair's naturally blonde, isn't it?" I catch him off guard with the question and he laughs,

"Why would you think that?"

"Your eye lashes are blonde..." As soon as I say it, I feel myself go red. I cough awkwardly, moving away from his touch. His hand drops back to his side and I ignore the smug smile on his face.

I take in a quick breath, summoning my courage and look around Drake to the guy he'd brought here. I realise now that he's not the same guy, but he does have the same obsidian pools for eyes and black hair. He shuffles his feet, smiling at me and giving a nervous little wave,

"I'm... I'm Dax's younger brother. The guy that...Uh, " He fiddles with the hem on his jumper sleeve, "That's in hospital." So he is in hospital... Then that must mean that Drake did something to him. But now that he's said it, I see the differences between him and his older brother. This guy looks a few inches shorter... Still taller than me, but then again that's not exactly very hard. I look at my feet, not sure what I'm supposed to say. Am I supposed to say that I'm sorry about his brother being beaten up? Becuase I don't think I can say that with 100% honesty...

There's a cough and I look behind me, seeing Jonah in the door way of the room still, "Do you want us to get you something from the canteen?" I'm confused for a moment, but he looks at me in a way that's more asking whether I need space. I nod,

"That'd be great..." He grabs Corey, who protests loudly about wanting to stay all the way down the corridor. I smile after them, thankful that I'd found some friends who are as much out of place in this school as I am.

"I'm sorry." I jump at Dax's brother's voice having almost forgotten that he was still there. "About what my brother did. And I don't blame you for what whoever it was did." I glance up at Drake and seeing his death glare at this guy, I guess that he doesn't want me knowing it was Drake that beat Dax up.

I smile, trying to stop him from looking so sad. "It's fine. And I'm sorry too, that your brother's in hospital." after a moment I add, "I'm Grey, by the way."

"Spike." He grins. He definately is nothing like his brother. Well, the side I saw of his brother anyway... Spike kind of reminds me of a puppy in a wierd way.

After a look at Drake who is giving that usual 'if you don't get out of my face, I may kill you' look, Spike says, "Um, I think I'll be going now." I walk with him to the door,
"Bye, nice meeting you."
"You too," he smiles, "oh and say hi to Jonah for me."