The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

Sean

(In Sean POV)

I look down at my walking feet, then to Adrian and Austin who are walking next to me. They're talking about some random shit that I know nothing about, so I stay quiet. I scratch the back of my head, oh, crap!

"Ugh, I need to go back" I say, stopping in my tracks.

"Well then go you prick!" god, Austin was such an ass-hat.

"And hurry up! We're supposed to meet Alex in the cafeteria!" yelled Adrian, cupping his hands around his mouth.

"Yeah I'll be right there! I just forgot something" I was practically opening the door at this point.

I walk in, head hung, ready to grab my beanie and leave, plain and simple. But my plans changed. I see a tall, lean figure dressed in all-black.

Oh, god.

There standing there, Scott. I can feel my eyes growing wider and my cheeks getting warmer.

"Ugh-um" I look towards the door to see if I can hear them, nothing. I turn back towards Scott and put my finger to my lip, trying to signal for Scott to be hushed. He nodded, to my surprise. I point to my beanie, hoping he understands what I'm trying to say. I slowly take a step closer, I see he took a small step backwards. I stop in my tracks. He's shaking, he looks scared, is he scared of me? is he scared that I'll hurt him?

"I'm not gonna hurt you" I whisper. I take another step. I started taking another step while reaching my hand out in front of me. He moves away from my hand as I swipe the beanie from the sink. I look int his eyes. His eyes. Oh, his eyes. Why haven't I noticed these before? He hangs his head, in disgust maybe?

"I'm sorry," I lightly muttered. He looked up slowly, eyes wide, and the expression on his face showing astonishment and confusion. His eyes started to become glossy with tears, I took another step forward, a tear running down his cheek. He jerked his head down to hide the fact that he was crying, but I didn't mind, I actually thought it was adorable, No! Don't think like that! You know how people would look at you if they knew? They would treat you like the boy in front of you.

"You don't have to be scared, Scott" trying to sound as caring and loving as possible. I reached my hand out to wipe the tears, my fingers lightly brush against his soft skin. Oh, how I want to feel his whole face.

I suddenly heard Adrian's voice slip in to the bathroom.

"Hey, Sean have you found it yet? You're taking fore-" I quickly put my hand down to my sides. And looked behind me at Adrian. He had a sinister look in his eyes.

"So this is the faggot that was in here earlier?" Taking a strong step towards Scott. I took my hand out to his chest to stop him from moving any further.

"Come on, let's just go" I breathed, slightly stuttering.

"Are you kidding me? Hell no! Come on, we need to teach this fag a lesson!" he shouts pushing past me. I try to stop him but it's all going too fast. He bolts towards Scott and throws a fist right to the side of Scott's face. My heart stopped. I couldn't do anything. I manage to hold back tears.

"Come on let's go Sean" he says chuckling out the door.

"No" what did I just say?

"What did you just say?" I can't believe I just said that! But why?

"I said 'No', now you get the hell out of here!" his face looks surprised and angry and slightly confused.

"What's your problem?" I can't take looking at his face anymore. I can't take his voice. I can't take his presence so close to me. It just seems so irritating, uncomfortable, I push him into the door.

"I said get the hell out!" he scattered out the door.

"You're gonna pay for this Sean!" he cried. I didn't care what he said. I don't know why. But all of the sudden I don't feel like just leaving him laying on the floor like they usually do. I generally try to stay behind so I don't have to watch, but this was different. I was hear, and I could've stopped it, but I didn't try hard enough. I need to do more than just check if he's okay. I need to know that he's okay. He doesn't deserve to be left here and be found by a teacher.

I ran over to Scott to see if he was even breathing, thank god. I picked him up, his head resting on my shoulder, his soft brown hair resting on his eyes. I diverted my attention to his lips. They were soft and bright against his pale skin. I could just reach down and . . . maybe . . . feel them? I shook the thoughts out of my head and walked out of the bathroom, checking both sides of the hallway, no one. I sneak towards the exit door, trying not bump into any of the staff. I walked out, breathing in the smell of cut grass and dirt. It was the beginning of the year, so the leaves on the trees are just starting to turn their crimson shade of red.

I walk down the street to my car, taking a break now and then. I got to my parked compact car, I opened the door to the back and laid him across the seats. I shut the door, still wondering, what am I doing? Why am I doing this? What is the group gonna say? and more thoughts rolling in and out of my head. I got to the drivers side and sat down, starting the engine and driving down the street to my house.