Calling(A Yaoi Story)(BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5: Savior

Calling

Chapter 5: Savior

Sam’s POV:

“C’mon, do it!” I heard a voice yell.

I had a hand reaching toward Mike’s neck, but I pulled it back. I looked back at the voices who were yelling. “How am I supposed to do this? I told you, I’m not gay…” In reality, I was only gay but they really didn’t need to know that. If they knew that, I wouldn’t be popular anymore. I wouldn’t have friends anymore.

“C’mon, don’t be a baby! It’s just a little kiss, it doesn’t matter!” A girl said with a giggle.

I gulped, turning back to Mike. He was totally wasted, as he always was, and he had a bottle still in his hand. Somehow he held onto it with a strong grip, even though it was obvious he was starting to lose feeling in his body from all the drinks he had that night. He smelled of booze, and cigarettes. Just when did he start smoking? I was noticing all the gross details, and it made me want to do this even less.

“Just do it, already!” A girl groaned in impatience. “It’d be totally hot…”

That girl was wasted too, like everybody but me. I was the only person at this party/sleepover that wasn’t totally drunk. Why should I listen to them anyway? I was about to immediately say no and walk off, but I wasn’t given the option.

“If you’re not gonna do it, I’m gonna make the first move,” I heard Mike say, his words slurring together.

“Wait, I-“

But my plea was not heard. Before I knew it, Mike had grabbed my shoulder and was kissing me square on the lips. He opened my mouth with his and showed the girl’s our tongues touching. They squealed in delight.

I was totally disgusted. His mouth tasted like booze, and smelled of something even more horrible that I couldn’t identify. His hand was still rough around my throat. I ended up prying it off my neck in a rush, pushing him back. “Asshole!” I yelled at him. “The hell is wrong with you!?”

He gave me that annoyed look. “Dude, chill. It was just a dare… Don’t be so uptight.”

I smacked him across the face. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

I immediately left the house, hands clutched about my person. This hadn’t been my smartest idea: leaving a warm home in return for the cold darkness of the night. I could feel goose bumps rise on my arms as I shivered. Just what was I thinking? Why didn’t I bring a jacket?

I guess I was in such a rush to be liked, that my brain didn’t think about these kinds of situations. At least I didn’t get drunk, and after the taste of Mike’s tongue, I never would. I immediately wiped my tongue with my hand, trying to get that horrible taste off of it. Why the hell did he make me do that? Why would my friends do that to me? Don’t they know how mean it is to make fun of a gay person like that? I stopped. Right, they didn’t know. I didn’t tell them. They didn’t even know me, the real me.

I hugged myself tighter as I continued to walk. My vision became hazy again. I felt so cold, and so alone. I was never going to have ‘friends’. At least, friends that cared about me. There was only ever one person who truly understood me, and he was gone now. He was forever gone, with somebody else he loved.

I felt the tears run down my cheeks. Why was this so hard? Why did I just want to give up?

After many minutes of realizing how tired my feet were, and that it would take forever to get to my house, I did just that: gave up. I stopped walking, and collapsed onto the sidewalk. My face dripped with tears, and my heart was in deep pain. How could I keep going on and living like this?