Kiss Me (yaoi / boyxboy)

Chapter 19

Drake

To say I'm not happy about this is an understatement. For a start, I hate West Academy kids and for another, we just happened to be here for the most annoying West Academy guy I'd ever met. I'm torn- two conflicting arguements are going on in my head. On one side, my mind is saying that I'd rather be shagging a duck than seeing that pratt's face. On the other side, seeing him means I have the possibility of punching him.

I chuckle aloud to myself, yeah, I'd rather punch that guy than turn to beastiallity. Glad I've got that one sorted. I suddenly realise I have no idea where I am. I was just walking without really knowing where I was going under the belief that I would eventually get to a toilet or at least find myself an obliging flower pot.

I've somehow found myself in this long corridor, expensive décor on one side and floor length windows on the other that look like they belong in a cathedral. I slow to a halt despite the nagging of my bladder and look out through one of them. I'm not the kind of guy that stops when he sees something beautiful, I barely even believe in beauty as a concept. But something does make me stop, I don't know whether it's the garden just beyond the glass or the birds or what. It just looks so out of place, this is a school for god's sake and yet there's a little enclosed garden that must be some kind of terrace.

I frown as I scan the area. Something's off, like I should be able to walk past, ignore the area and dismiss it as it just being 'pretty but pointless'. But I can't because I can sense there's something going on that I shouldn't miss. So I wait there, being the creep that I am, and watch and wait until I find what I'm looking for.

My instincts pay off because eventually, I find it- the spanner that I now have the ability of throwing in the works. I smirk. Soon enough, I'll finally have no-one to compete with.

Grey

Eventually, Drake comes strolling out of the front doors, a distinct scent of lavender wafting towards us.

"They have hand moisturiser in the toilets. In the boys toilets."

"Mmm, it smells so good!" Corey breathes, smiling contently. "You happen to, ahem," he winks," procure some?"

Drake sniffs, "Fuck off, I'm not a pansy." But he chucks a bottle towards Corey and I grin up at him as a smile flickers at the corners of his mouth. It's weird how we can sit around like this when only over just a month ago I was shit scared of this guy. And here this same guy is, still wearing that same confronting expresion and his bleached blonde hair in a way that simply said: try anything and I punch you. But then again, he's also wearing a plaster which has little flowers on it and is using lavender hand moisturiser which he liked so much he stole so maybe he really has changed...

"I found that Eli guy."

"Oh!" I jump up, smiling, "Where is he?"

"There's a corridor down there," I follow his pointed finger through the gap in the door, seeing a walkway, "follow it then turn right and then left. There's this corridor with windows on one side. You can't miss it."

"Right then left. okay, got it. And he's down that corridor?"

"Close enough..."

My stomach clenches slightly- Drake looks too happy. I shake the unease from my mind, convincing myself that he was just happy, there was no too about it.

"Text me when you've talked to him, okay?" I nod in response and he gives a perverted grin, "Unless you're busy..."

I roll my eyes, feeling my face flush as I fake punch his shoulder on my way back into the building.

I hear Corey tell Drake where he was planning on going (the football field) and Drake deciding he was going with him followed by a muttered "I hate you." before the front doors swing heavily closed.

The receptionist looks up from her computer screen, giving me a suspicious glance before I turn my back to her and walk down the corridor as instructed by Drake.
Christ, my heart is pounding right now... The plan- come clean and just demand that Eli tells me how he feels before I spend the next however many lifetimes running after him like a love-sick puppy only to have him not actually like me. And if he doesn't feel the same way? I'll just stay in his shadow, I'll be his friend. It can't be that hard to go back to how we were when we were kids can it? Who the hell am I kidding...
I let out a shaky breath as I take a right turn. Another left turn then I actually have to talk to him. A warm breeze floats towards me, it smells fresh, like a garden or something. It calms me but only for a short amount of time before I realise that in about ten feet I'll actually have to do this.. My pulse is going real fast now.

I turn the final left corner. I stand still, looking around for a sign of him. But he's not here. Was Drake playing a joke on me or something? If he was, I really don't find it funny in the slightest. The breeze is still flowing though, maybe there's an open door.

I take a cautious step forward, then another. I pass three windows before I suddenly see someone but there's a bush obscuring my view so I pick up the pase, heart resuming it's fast march again.

An open window, glass so low to the ground it might as well be a door. I can definately see someone now, a guy with dark hair that is definately Eli. I push easily through the window and-

And... I see what Drake had wanted me to see. My heart sinks further than I ever thought it could. Drake didn't lie when he told me that Eli was here. He must've known what I'd see. He must've known how much it would hurt me... To see Eli with that girl and to see her wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him and to see him kiss her back.

A/N

Well I published it but I wrote the wrong bloody name. So thank-you to ayumi and I will definitely be dedicating this chapter to you, poppet, once I get round to it. God dammit. argh. Why am I so €$!1?. shut up sora.