In My Eyes (BoyxBoy)

5- Time To Go

>>Picture is Jeffery (Tim Borrmann)

Waking up after a panic attack was miserable to say the least. I knew I wasn't in the nurses office when I smelled cinnamon and a little bit of cologne. I liked the smell and was getting a little curious so I sat up quietly about to get out of the bed when I heard the voice that had triggered my panic attack, Derek.

"Well looks like you're finally up. Nice sleep?" He chirped. I don't know if my expression contorted enough into a frown to tell him how unhappy I was that he was still near me but he surely went on unfazed. "I'm guessing it was good since it's like 8 o'clock at night."

I was startled by that. I slept for that long? Wait does that mean I'm at his-

"You're at my house."

Um, excuse me? "What?" I snapped unintentionally.

"Your panic attack was freaky. So I just brought ya back to my place." He explained nonchalantly.

Narrowing my eyes toward where he stood, "So you just thought let's take the freak home because messing with him at school wasn't enough."

"Now wait a minute-"

"No. I'm not taking this anymore. You won, okay? I'll leave school." I snapped. I managed to crawl out of bed and made my way towards his bedroom door, at least I hope I was or else I'm just making even more of a fool of myself, only to have his hand suddenly smack it back shut when I found it, making me jump.

"You really piss me off sometimes. I'm trying to be nice here and you're throwing it back in my face." He said leaning against the door now frustratingly running his hand through his hair.

"Wow~ You? Nice? Hell must have frozen over then." I huffed, of course remembering this guy isn't afraid to hit me a second too late.

"It's like you want to be hit." He huffed right back and I knew he was glaring down at me. My body trembled from fear and I leaned as far back as I could hoping the wall would just eat me up before he could. "You don't have to be so damn scared. It was just a punch."

I stayed quiet not because I didn't have a witty comeback but because I didn't want to get hurt. I hated this guy and I just wanted to go home.

"Look I'm not going to hurt you." He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I was stupid for not believing you."

Before I could stop myself I let the venom slip into my words, "And what since you see my eyes now you're sorry? I don't need your half ass pity."

"You have one smart mouth boy." He almost growls.

"And you have one nasty one." I argue. "I don't care if you hit me or say mean things. Incase you haven't noticed I'm quite used to it, I just want to go home."

"You're not going anywhere until you tell me how you got those scars." He said sternly and I could feel his gaze burning a hole into my head.

"I already told you some guys idea of a bad joke."

"What was the joke?"

"Let's see how fast the nerd could run." I laugh with no trace of humor in my voice.

"The scars? You fall on something and go blind?" He asked grumpily.

"That's just how they caught up to me."

"Then what the fuck happened? Get to the point already."

"I got beat a little. One however thought of something more fun." I started trembling a bit.

"Boyd?"

I gasped at the name. "How-"

"You screamed his name earlier." He said almost, worried.