Invisible

Follow Me

My World Civ teacher drones on about the Ottoman Empire, but I can't focus on anything. Ethan won't leave my fucking head.

He told his brother about you. He thinks about you. Maybe he's sorry. He just wants to talk. You need to talk to him. You probably want to talk to him more than he does.

I make up my mind. I'm unblocking him.

The bell rings, and I whip out my phone. Immediately, I unblock him and text:

C: Hey

It barely takes him three seconds to read it.

E: Hi

C: I met your brother yesterday

E: Yeah he told me

Neither of us type anything for a couple seconds. My heart is beating fast.

E: So, are you dating Sam?

C: Yeah we've been dating for a couple of months.

E: Oh.

A stupid thought comes to my mind. I type it out immediately.

C: We need to talk in person. Meet me behind the school after last period?

E: Yeah

I step into my next class, put my phone down, and start counting the minutes until I can sneak around to the dumpsters and talk to him.

I don't know what I'm going to say. There is so much that has to be said; yet so much that shouldn't be said. I run through scenarios in my head of different things that could happen.

But, no matter how many scenarios I made up in my head for two and a half hours, I never could have guessed what actually happened.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bag slung over my shoulder, I force my way out of the doors, and just short of sprint to the back of the building. I turn the corner, and see him a couple yards away. I look around to make sure there are no cars, or people who could see us. When I realize the coast is clear, I lose control of my body. I'm no longer telling my legs what to do, but I can feel them running at full speed towards him. My feet pounding into the blacktop making loud slaps as I bolt for him.

In the three seconds it took me to run to him, he just stood there, not knowing if I was going to hurt him or something. But I know, even if I don't have control of my body, I could never hurt him, even if I sometimes wanted to.

But neither of us are prepared for what I do. As soon as I reach him, I scoop up his skinny body, and bring his soft lips that I didn't know I had been craving for months onto mine. He doesn't hesitate to kiss back.

Within moments, I've pushed him against the wall, making out with him ferociously.

My logical mind is screaming at me to stop. There is no way this can end well. But tasting his lips, feeling his body pressed against mine, I can't stop. I don't want to stop.

All I'm thinking about is him. I'm realizing how much I've wanted this, wanted him for months. In this moment, I'm not thinking about any of the things that could go wrong. I'm not even thinking of Sam.

Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! Sam!

I push myself off of him, looking around for anyone who might have come by and seen. How could I not have thought of Sam? I look back at Ethan. He looks as confused as I am.

"Connor..." he reaches out and touches my chest. His hand is warm

"We shouldn't talk here. Meet me at my house." I don't look back as I run off as fast as I can to my place.

As soon as I burst into my room, I start cleaning. Picking up clothes thrown on the floor instead of the hamper, throwing away empty chip bags, and sloppily making my bed.

I hear a knock at my back door and run downstairs as fast as I can. Before either of us can say anything I grab his wrist and pull him into my room. I sit him on my bed, and sit in my desk chair, a bit out of breath from all the running.

"Ethan, I didn't mean to do that." I can't look him in the eyes. "I have a girlfriend -"

"I get it. You don't have to explain."

"Look, I don't want to ignore you, or anything like that. At all. But, the rumors and shit just died down. I just got all, or most, of my friends back. And I have Sam."

"I said I get it, Connor."

We sit in silence for a minute. "I'm really sorry for dragging you to that party."

"You know, that was the first party I'd ever been invited to."

Honestly, it didn't shock me. He doesn't really have any friends.

"And I guess you're not going to say yes to other invitations?"

He chuckles. "Probably not, though I most likely won't get invited to another one, especially after last time."

"It was my fault. I'd take it all back if I could-"

He cuts me off. "You said that in your note. Would you actually though? Do you regret kissing me, or getting caught?"

I don't say anything for a couple of seconds. Then I grab his face and bring him in to another passionate kiss.

We pull away. "Does that answer your question?" I smirk.

He smiles sweetly, and lays down on my bed. I stand up from my chair, and lay down next to him. Delicately grasping his hand, I interlock our fingers, the same way I did with Sam.

I like holding his hand better than Sam's. Hers are small, and fragile. His you really feel. You aren't scared of breaking them. You can just feel him, holding on to you.

"Weren't you just talking about loving Sam, and not wanting the rumors to spread again?" he pulls his hand out of mine.

"Right now, I don't care about any of that," I try to take his hand again, but he sits up and puts his weight on it.

"But you will care about it as soon as your brother comes home, or your dad. And you're still going to ignore me in public. You won't defend me if someone calls me a fag or shit like that. Hell, you'll probably call me a fag in front of Aiden just to prove a point. Right?"

His eyes look desperate, like he wants me to prove him wrong. But I can't prove him wrong.

"Ethan..." I sit up, facing him, but he gets off my bed. I see tears welling up in his eyes.

"Tell me I'm wrong. Please. Just tell me I'm wrong."

I can't lie to him. Actually, I can't say anything. The lump in my throat is stopping me from making any sound without choking. I try to swallow it away.

He sits on the edge of my bed. I put my hand on his shoulder but he shrugs it off.

I hear my back door open, and Chris yell that he's home.

"I'll go." He slings his bag over his shoulder and starts walking to the door.

I grab his hand. "Wait, don't leave." I have an idea. "Follow me."