Togetherness

6

He sets me down on the sink in the boy's bathroom and stands between my legs, his hands resting on my thighs.

"Hey, Parker. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think. I'm not near him anymore so I guess I'm okay."

"Well, that's good. What was that all about? I didn't catch all of it but he seemed pretty pissed." I must've made a face because he instantly tried to take it back. "I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'm not going to inva-"

"David, sweetie, shut up. I can tell you about it. A while ago, Tim and I used to date, right? It was fine for the first couple weeks. Then he started drinking with his buddies and let's just say he wasn't the calmest drunk. He would hit me, yell at me about how I would never be a guy and I would never amount to anything and then pass out on the concrete outside of my house. One time, he was wasted and had managed to climb through my window, since my house is only one story. I was still up, I had been doing homework and listening to some music. It was a little bit after midnight and he just crashes from the window onto my floor. Well, he was horny and drunk so he didn't care about consent. I tried to shove him off me and get him out of my house while he was trying to undress me and stuff. In the end, I had to kick him in the balls and push him out of my house. I broke up with him the day after."

"Oh, wow."

"Yeah. Since then, he hasn't left me alone. Thanks for saving me, by the way."

"It was nothing."

"How'd you even find me?"

"Well, when you didn't show up for tryouts, I figured something was up and asked Coach if I could go look for you. He said I could so I checked in the area around the girls' bathroom, your locker, and the locker room. When I was walking to the locker room, I heard Tim shouting and I might've lost a little bit of control when I saw him standing over you." He looked me in the eye and smiles. I smile back and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His arms slip around my waist and his forehead is pressed against mine.

"Hey, Parker?"

"Yeah, David?"

"Wanna go to tryouts?"

"Way to ruin the mood," I say, laughing.

He pulls his face away but keeps his arms locked around my waist. "Oh, hush," he answers, smiling. He steps back and allows me to jump off the sink. He kisses my forehead and offers me his hand. I take it and we walk out of the bathroom, hand in hand.