Your Mine and ONLY mine

I guess I never really knew him, or took a notice to him at all. He was always just, well, there. I didn't judge him, or make any contact with him at all. But that was all going to change when our teachers assigned us partners for a project.

It was one of those nice days, humid and sunny, and I was imprisoned in this dull classroom. The walls on the inside are creamy and seem to scream out, PAINT ME OVER. I feel sad for them, they give the room a dreary atmosphere, they consist of nothing colorfull but a poster that reads in big bold letters, SCHOOL IS YOUR STARTING PLACE. In my head, I continue it with, so don't screw it up.

"So ladies and gentlemen I will be pairing you up to do an Biography on one person that you find inspirational.", Mr. Speirs says dully. He calls out names one by one, "Michael your going to be working with...hmmm...who do I have left? Oh, with Kyle, the young man in the back." He pioints his dry hand over to the back, but I don't follow it.

The bell rings and the day is over. Jesus, I thought it would never end. I get a faint tap on the shoulder. I slowly turn around, in front of me is a boy all dressed in white. He's wearing a white v-neck T-shirt, white skinny jeans, a pair of white converse shoes with black shoelaces, but there is two thing that stands out. His hair and his eyes. There black. The black seems to glow against his pale-frail skin.

He opens his snake-bite peirced mouth, "I'm not going to be able to do the project, today. Is it okey with you if we do it another day?" He looks at me with something pleading in his eyes. "No, we need to finish this project together. I don't want this to be late; my grade is already low." His pleading eyes die down to dispair. He closes them slowly and shows to be thinking. When he opens them he says, "I won't do it." and gracefully stalks out the door. I won't let him get away. I'm desperate to raise my grade, so, i follow him.

After, about an hour of walking, he stops at a modern looking building with black tainted windows. Loud music comes outside and he goes in. I'm right behind him, I enter and I walk in to find a crown of people that are all dressed like Kyle: eyeliner, black, and more black. Black lights shine from the ceiling and give everything a bright appearance. I know what this is...a club. Somebody takes my hand and pulls me to a corner. They push me against a black wall laid with poster of bands that I am not familiar with. I face my accusor. He has spiked hair and about 10 peircings on his face. I don't really get to count because he smacks his face into mine and forces a wet kiss on me. I struggle to push myself away, but he doesn't budge.

I'm defenseless. His tongue forces it's way into my mouth and I can feel the peircing on it, roughly rub against mine. This gay guy is drunk. But then I feel his weight lifted away from me. I hear something slam infront of me to the ground. I turn to look, but, once again, I am taken by somebody and dragged to a back room. It's dark, but I feel the presence of another body some distance away from me. A light switches on, and i squint until my eyes adjust. "What the hell are you doing here?", I'm familiar with that voice; it's Kyle. He looks pissed and I suddenly feel guilty. "Do you know what shit you got yourself into? You can't just prance in here like an innocent little girl. God, your fuckin' stupid. What do you want?"

Now I'm angry, but with passion. I feel like I'm fighting with myself. "I followed you here to see what was so 'important' other than the project we have to work on!" I can feel all the heat rise up to my face and he looks suprised. "Wow, I guess this means you hate me.", he confirms himself.

"Wait, what that is all your going to say? Why would you say that?", I'm curious now.

He looks up at me and he looks hurt. "Just forget it and leave." He doesn't sound angry. It's more like he just wants time to himself, but I don't obey him like his bitch.

"No, Not until you tell me."

"What is there to tell you?", facing down.

"I know your hiding something and I want in."