Maximum Overload [BoyxBoy]

Overload 18-You're Mine

Hey guys here is another chapter and it is filled with drama! It's after one in the morning and I am super tired so I didn't edit but I just had to get another chapter done. Enjoy!              

Overload 18-You're Mine

                When I woke up Kale was no longer next to me in my bed. I threw on some shorts that were lying on my floor near my bed and I was about to get up when I realized that I had no crutches and I didn’t have my brace. I looked at the clock, it was only six o’clock, and Kale was never up this early. School didn’t start until eight thirty and it was only a short drive to the high school. “Kale?” I yelled right as he came into the room with a tray.

                “Breakfast?” he asked. “I thought that you would be hungry seeing as you never ate last night.” He sat down next to me and grabbed a piece of toast off of the tray. After a while Kale gave me a piggy back ride downstairs and I kind of wanted to lick his neck again just to be funny.

                “Don’t even think about it.” He said in a warning tone. He gave me my brace and my crutches and we went to school. There were only three more days of junior year and it was all finals from here. We pulled up in the parking lot outside of school and I swung my way in alongside Kale. My friends were yelling about how they were glad I was back. Brittany gave me a look of disgust which she had ever since I had basically publicly rejected her for a dude.

                We managed to make it through our chemistry final without dying and then we had a break that we could use for lunch or for whatever we wanted. Kale went to his locker and I went out by my truck to wait for him. When I got there Trent was leaning up against the passenger door with a lit cigarette in between his lips. “Max,” He acknowledged my presence while exhaling smoke. 

                “Move.” I instructed but he didn’t listen. “I said move.”

                “Hear me out.”

                “No.”

                “Come on, don’t you in the least bit want to know why?” He asked grinning.

                “No.”

                “I don’t believe that, I think that inside its killing you. You want to know.”

                “I could care less why, what kills me is that it happened, and I already know that I can’t change that. Knowing why changes nothing.”

                “I was drunk,”

                “And I suppose that your friends forced that vodka down your throat.” I growled.

                “How did you-”

                “Know it was vodka?” he nodded. “I could taste it you son of a bitch.” The anger put an edge into my voice. “I haven’t touched the stuff since either because if there is one taste that I never want in my mouth again it is you.” He flinched.

                “Ouch. But anyway I was drunk, you were hot. I had wanted you ever since I had met you at the beginning of that year. I was stupid.”

                “You still are, your logic makes no sense. You were always on Jordan for being gay and then you go and want his little brother? That makes no sense whatsoever.” He had kind of pulled me in because that is the one thing that I would’ve liked to know.