The Nerd and The Jock (Toffee x Rasticore)

Chapter 3

Rasticore POV

We didn't talk at all for almost two months. He never glanced my way, or even talked to me. He looked completely normal. Or at least, almost. More and more images showed up. Picture of him on the ground bleeding, or videos of him being kicked until he coughed out blood. I tried to act as if everything was alright, as if I didn't care. But I did. The evening he almost kissed me changed me. It made me see him in a way that I never did before. My phone buzzed once more. I took it out. A new video. But it wasn't what I expected. It was Toffee, hanging on a tree helpless, as they hit him with sticks and stones. Some were even kicking him hard making him swing back and forth. That crossed the line. I checked the comments. Now, everyone seemed to change over the videos. 'that's a little harsh.' 'Dude, you crossed the line.' I almost broke my phone. He already crossed the line a long while ago. Toffee must be hanging on the tree right now. I ran outside and sure enough, there was Toffee, all bloody. "Toffee!" He opened his eyes and glared. "What do you want?" I flinched. He's been much different now. His voice was deeper and his gaze was....I should stop. "I want to help you down." He laughed, showing his sharp teeth. "There's no need." We one movement of his tail, he fell to the ground. He got up and walked past me, ignoring me. I couldn't handle it anymore. I grabbed his arm tightly and pulled him back. I started dragging him towards my car. Of course, as any sensible person, he tried to get out of my grasp. "Let go of me!" I only shook my head. I reached my car and opened the door, throwing him in the front seat. I went to the driver's seat and locked the doors so he couldn't run out like last time. "Where the fuck are you taking me? Let me out!" I started the car and drove fast. 

Toffee POV

He didn't stop. We were now on the highway, far from school and home. "Where are we going?" I asked him one more time. He didn't respond. It was only a few minutes until he stopped. It was an abandoned beach. He stooped the car and faced me. "Why are you being like this?" I smirked. "You drove all this way just to talk? We could've went to my house-" "No. Answer my question. Why?" I looked down. Why was I acting this way? "I guess, it's because I seemed selfish. You offered me something better, a better opportunity to live, to be happy, to leave that horrid place, but I rejected your offer. Instead, I decided to bring you into all of this." I felt the lump in my throat form. "I don't need anybody. I can help myself." It was very quiet. I felt him place his hand on my cheek. I looked up. He was crying. "Why couldn't you just say so?" One of his claws stroked my cheek softly. He seemed to be getting closer. I didn't mind this time. Time had completely stopped when our lips touched. There was a rhythm. Our lips moved in a pattern. He placed both hands on my neck and kissed roughly. When we parted we were out of breath. I unbuckled my seat belt and got closer to him. I was no sitting on his lap. We were both panting loudly. He kissed me once more, tongue entering my mouth forcefully. I moaned as he pulled my  hair roughly, trying to be the one to lead. I gladly accepted, letting him explore my mouth. Once he let go, his hands were on my hip, holding me tightly close to him. "Rasticore we should get back." He was licking my neck softly, finding a spot where it seemed pleasurable. "Hmm, just a few more minutes..." I sighed and tried to make him look at me. He didn't budge. Surprisingly, he found a very pleasurable spot. I couldn't hold back the moans I made as he sucked and kissed my neck. It was so good, it had to be a dream. He let go of me and smiled. "You liked that didn't you?" I blushed and nodded. He seemed to enjoy it. "That means you and I aren't straight anymore...." I sighed. "We have to go back. I have a job, remember?" He nodded and let me go. I sat back down as he start the car and drove back.

"Toffee, where have you been?"  I gulped. "I'm sorry. It's more complicated for me to get to work on time. There are some school issues." She sighed softly. "That's alright. Now, you can relax, and how about we enjoy the next chapters of the book? I've been dying to read the next part. It's my very favorite!" I nodded and sat down opening the book and continued.

Rasticore POV

"Are you sure? He lives alone?" I nodded. "He wasn't able to tell anyone. When he told me he ran away." My father shook his head. "The poor boy. And I thought he was a happy man...." He stayed silent. For a very long time. He sighed. "I think this is a good time for you to do something great." I looked at him with confusion. "What do you mean?" He looked up at me. Straight into my eyes. "I was just like him." He stood up and sat down across from me. "I was only a young boy when one of my mother died from an illness. My father had snapped, finding himself nothing but a depressed mess. He later on would hit me, telling me I shouldn't have been born from the start and that I would never live to his expectations. It all ended when he had commit to suicide. I was left alone. Afraid. I had very low self esteem, and I had no idea of hat to become. I've rejected all the help only because I wanted to be strong, do everything on my own, be a man. But...I couldn't do it on my own. That's when I truly understood that a man cannot fight on his own. He believes he could do it, ignoring the truth." "And what is the truth?" He had some tears in his eyes. "The truth that was pulling him down. The broken part of the man, the chains. That is what I had to go through. That young man your talking about is going through the same stage. Help him. Even if he screams or tries to kill you. He needs somebody to hold him, cure the broken side." He placed one hand on my shoulder. "But don't force him to do anything he doesn't want to do. And never, ever say, 'I understand'. Because no one really knows or understands these situations unless they are in it themselves." He stood up and walked away. "Be careful my boy."