A Strong Kind of Weak

Chapter 7

Alex's POV

I felt my face heat up as Nic laughed at me. I had just called the school bully hot, to his face. I also had the school bully in my room, sitting on my bed. I could almost believe my mistake because he did look hot, sitting there with a slight smile on his face. His dark hair the perfect amount of messy, his eyes all blue and gorgeous.

I quickly left the room to get the first aid kit. If he didn't want me to see his perfect body then he could take care of it himself. Besides, it was probably best i did not see him shirtless. My poor gay self would not be able to handle it. If his biceps were anything to go on...

I leaned against my door, afraid to go in. I could not start liking this guy. He may be hot, but he was also rude and scary and...

Asleep on my bed.

I entered my room and saw him lying on top of the covers, eyes closed and hands on his chest. He looked so peaceful and almost...sweet. His faced was relaxed and his mouth was turned up a bit in a smile. He looked like how I saw him at the garage. Happy. 

I set the first aid kit on my desk. I wanted to move him to a more comfortable position but knew that if he woke up that happy look would disappear and so would I. Instead, I grabbed a spare blanket from my closet and put it over him. I was really happy I did because it made him curl up and hold the blanket to him. Part of me wanted to cuddle up next to him, but another part of me wanted to keep my arms. 

I grabbed some more blankets and a pillow from my bed to make a nest on my carpet. As I lay down I looked over at Nic. He definitely scared me, but I could also tell he wasn't that bad. After all, he agreed to walk me back despite my total wimpiness about it. I couldn't help it. Nighttime was just scary. It always took me forever to get to sleep because I was home alone most nights, my parents at work, and basically waited in fear for sleep to come. 

This time though, I had Nic there. I felt safe, like if anything were to happen he would protect me. He may act tough, but I could tell he was a good guy. He was randomly funny and surprisingly sweet. 

Dang it. I was falling for him. I was falling for the guy who pushed me into a locker and called me twinkletoes. 

Sighing, I rolled over so I could see Nic's sleeping form as sleep claimed me.

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I was jolted awake by a noise from my bed. I looked over and saw Nic thrashing around, as though he were in pain. I quickly stood up and turned on my lamp, wincing at the brightness. I went over to the bed to help but saw that he was still asleep. He was sweaty and panting and he seemed to be fighting an imaginary foe. I stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Did I wake him up? Was that safe? 

I grabbed my phone and did the only logical thing: I googled it. I figured he was having night terrors and hoped I was right. Apparently I was supposed to let him be, but that was easier said than done. 

His face was contorted in pain and suddenly he sat up and shouted "Stop!"

I cautiously moved to sit on the edge and waited for him to calm down. It took about ten minutes, but eventually he lay back down and stopped moving. His head landed next to me and I looked down at him. He was still shaking, yet he was sweating. Tentatively, I reached out a hand and pushed his hair back from his eyes. It seemed to calm him a bit so I sat there, stroking his hair, forgetting the fact that if he were to wake up I would be a dead man.

I didn't know what to think. The big, tough bully was on my bed, looking so vulnerable and adorable. And the fear on his face, what could have caused that? He was always so strong and serious, how could anything scare him?

What was I supposed to do in the morning? Should I say something? Did he know? I figured my best bet was to pretend it never happened as that would result in the least amount of injuries.

He breathing began to slow and he grew still but I was set into the rhythm of playing with his hair. It was so soft. I thought that it would be full of product based on the way it stuck up but it was light and feathery.

I knew I should move, but I was so content and his breathes were coming out in little puffs against my arm and my bed was so comfortable, I couldn't help but fall forward, my head by his chest, and closed my eyes, my hand still in his hair.