All The Way

Chapter Seventeen: Note to Self

**Felix's POV**
Honey. He tasted sweet, like honey. Fresh, like spearmint. Addicting, like nicotine. Soft, like the brush of a feather. I loved his touch. I couldn't imagine life before it, or life without it. I needed it. I needed him. His hands brushed over my neck, and he parted his lips from mine, a shaky chuckle escaping. I cleared my throat, gathering my breath and thoughts. His icy blue eyes stared deep into mine, a flirty grin on both our faces.

"We should get going," Cry smiled, and started the car.

I nodded, and buckled my seat belt, brushing my fingers over my raw lips. Note to self: he's an amazing kisser.

**Mark's POV**
I leaned against the hood of my car, as upper class men laughed, and stumbled quickly to their vehicles. Jack was usually out before everyone else. Even before me, and my class was a second away from the entrance of the school. It worried me a bit, my fingertips tapping impatiently against the hood of my car. The afternoon sun warmed my chilled veins, nerves coursing through my body. Curious eyes judged me around the parking lot. 

"Queer."

"I heard he's gay."

"He's with that freak."

"Fags."

I wore an emotionless expression, afraid to let them see the pain their words caused. It would only fuel the fire. I looked across the parking lot, surprised to see Felix's parking spot was empty, already. 

"Hey, sorry I'm late," a quiet, sweet voice hummed heavenly against my eardrums. 

My eyes lit up at the sound of his Irish voice, and the light, relaxing aura he produced. I met his eyes, the warm feeling in my stomach washing away, instantly. I bolted to stand in front of him, my hand gently cupping his cheek, careful to avoid touching the bruises darkening around his right eye. A pain twisted my stomach, the tears brimming his eyes infuriating me. 

"Who did this?" I asked, breathing deep to contain my anger. 

Jack stepped back, giving me a sad smile, shoving my hand away, gently. He let out a shaky breath, and hollow laugh, shutting his eyes to push back the tears. 

"Can we just go?" he asked, his voice unusually distant. 

"Sean?" I whispered, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

Jack smacked my hand away, giving me an intense glare. I held my breath, a questioning expression on my face. Instead of questioning him further, I simply nodded, and unlocked the car. Jack moved quickly to the passenger door, silent tears falling down his cheeks, as I watched him get into the car. Note to self: it hurts to see him cry.

As I got into the car, cool, thin arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest. Jack nestled his face into my hair, his tears dropping against the bright red. 

"I love you," Jack whispered, so quiet, my ears strained to hear his fragile words. 

"I love you, too. Who hurt you?" I whispered, my gentle tone merging to anger. 

Jack let me go to gaze into my eyes. "Relax, Mark. You know something like this was bound to happen."

"I'm going to kill whoever did this," I growled, starting up the car. 

"Relax, Mark. I'm fine."

"I don't care if you didn't have a scratch! I don't want anyone to hurt you... to touch you."

"Breathe, Mark," Jack whispered, slumping against his seat, as I drove quickly out onto the street.

Anger bubbled through my veins. I knew I was thinking recklessly, but I couldn't help it. Seeing Jack in a fragile state made my heart sink, and my blood churn. My rage hovered about the car, masking the abiding tension. I sped through the streets, unsure of my destination, until finally pulling up in front of Jack's house. Jack stared blankly out the window, squinting in thought. 

"What's wrong?"

"You wanna go somewhere else?"

"Where do you want to go?" I asked, tilting my head in curiosity. 

"I want to introduce you to my friend, Robin."

"Oh... Okay." 

Jack smiled weakly at me, and began to give me directions. I nodded, listening carefully to his quiet words. The bruises around his eye swelled, and darkened by the second. It was so painful to look at. 

**Jack's POV**

Note to self: I love it when Mark wants to protect me. I didn't want to go home, and I knew Robin would know how to make me feel better. To put it in simple terms, Robin was my Felix. My haven. Someone I knew knew how to make me relax. Someone who knew how to take the pain away. 

Mark rested his hand on my thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Note to self: Mark isn't my haven. He's my nirvana. 

Sorry for the short chapter, having a bit of writer's block. School has been kicking my ass hhhaha