Infinite

Chapter 3

Me?

"Why me?"

He pulled me closer, entangling his fingers in my hair.

"I love you..." he whispered, pulling me closer and wrapping me in his arms.

"Because you're you. Beautiful and brave. Strong. I want to help you."

How did he know. How did he know the words I had been yearning to hear for... for forever.

I wanted to hear that somebody cared.

"I...I don't n-need help-p." I lied.

He took my head in his hands and knelt beside me.

"You have been strong for so long. Let me help. Let me love you. Let me..." he whispered as he pulled me closer. "..Love..." He wrapped his arms around my waist. "...you...."

This was wrong. He was like the boys who had done things to me... Had touched me, felt me. He was a player, like them all.

His hands left my waist, and I knew where they were going. Up and up and...

Down.

They traveled down my waist and...

Around.

To my back.

He pressed his hands into the small of my back and held me closer.

He began to pull me to him.

It was wrong, so wrong, but it didn't feel like it had with the other boys. They were players, and I knew that. But him...

This felt completely different.

It felt...

Infinite.

I was feeling it... The effortless he had described to fall in love.

And like a helpless fly tangled in a spider's web, I was his.

And he was mine.

I was in love.

He cupped my face in his hands, and...

"Dude!"

Shocked and scared, I pushed myself away from David.

"Dude!! What the hell do you think your doin'?" screamed a boy, about David's age (I think his name was Jake?).

David's face went bright red. "Erm... Um.... I-"

"Shut the hell up! Get over here."

He got up and left.

As they all had.

Left.