Ticking clocks and clinking glasses (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 12...

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Monday...

There were only a few more weeks of school left until summer, so i was excited. It was getting much hotter outside, so the school allowed allot more dress down days, but apparently today wasn't one. I still decided to wear shorts, but black ones, so that it still matched the uniform code. I was excited to see Michael today, i almost ran to school. I walked into the cafeteria and saw Michael sitting in the usual spot. I smiled and sat next to him.

"Hey there." He said with a grin.

"Good morning" I beamed. Him and Brendon appeared to be conversing about some pc game that was accessible on the computers in the Computer Laboratory. We went upstairs to homeroom, and strangely, Ms. Woods didn't give us any homeroom assignments, so I started drawing. I completed a drawing of a hero i created, and sighed and sat back into my seat. I felt Michael's toned arm slither around my neck, drawing me closer to him. His chest was so warm, after all, i was kind of forced onto it. My face flushed, as he observed my drawing.

"Who's that?" He asked.

"H-he's a hero i designed."

"Does he have a name?" I felt his jawbone tickle my forhead, making me smile.

"Hmm... Nope, not yet."

"Can i see the rest of your drawings?"

"Sure." I felt really awesome by how interested he was in my drawings. He still had one arm around the back of my neck as he flipped through the pages with the other arm. He chewed on his tongue while he gazed at my work. He looked so cute, and innocent. Peaceful. Watching him warmed my chest, and made me smile more than i already was.

"That's pretty cool."

"Thanks." He stroked my cheek with his thumb, and leaned his body onto mine. He leaned closer to me, and i panicked because there were people around. He wasn't doing anything yet but still... He got closer, and closer until our lips were dangerously close. I got goosebumps, and my spine started to shiver. My heart was racing, and then, i woke up. It was a dream. It was a goddamn dream...

The day went as normal as any other, accept one thing. Him. He was so distant with me the entire day. Anytime i would say something, he would nod his head with an expressionless face as he bit the inside of his cheek. Whenever i would ask him if anything was wrong he would shake his head, not letting a single word out his mouth.

Day through day, he would be like this, not responding to my texts, and disappearing at the end of every day of school. This went on for a whole week, until the next Monday.

That next Monday...

He wasn't at school that day... I hear nothing from him and then he disappears. Did he break up with me? i was worried that he did. I just didn't understand, things were going so well.

I left school, still walking down the sidewalk that we always did. I looked ahead, and saw someone standing still in the middle of the side walk, about three blocks away. I was eager to find out who it was, even though i already kinda knew. It looked like him, so i stared running. It was him. He wasn't smiling, just staring with that famous blank face one. I ran to him and jumped into his arms.

"Where have you been?" He let me go, an we started walking. I lost my patience with this and stopped him.

"Okay what the fuck. Why have you been acting like this? What the hell it the problem?"

His eyes fell still with a blank face.

"My dad." he sighed.

He lifted his shirt, and shoed my a bunch of red marks all over his abs.

"What h-happened?! Are you okay?" I touched it, acting like i was thinking about something other than his well-cut body.

But then i looked a little closer at the marks. They were from a belt. I would know, my dad is Jamaican.

"Why did he do this?" I knew why, i just wanted to be sure.

"He saw us yesterday after school in his car. I didn't notice him, and when i got home he kicked me to the ground and took off his belt. He called me a faggot repeatedly while beating the hell out of me." I cut my gaze and gave him a hug. I let go and did everything i could to help him out.

"What happened after that?" i pried.

"After he finished beating me he threatened my life and kicked me out the house."