The Preppy and the Tramp (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 20

"Maybe I'm too late to be your first. But right now I'm preparing myself to be your last."
~Mr. Sid
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He's going to wake up soon, I know it.

"Acendro! I'm hungry!" Wesley hangerly yelled, hunger and anger.

"Here, let's go get something to eat." Roger said to Wesley, holding out his hand, Wesley nodded and grabbed his hand. Finally, some peace and quiet.

"You're more attached to him than his own sister is." Cecilia said breaking that peace and quiet. I glared at Cecilia and rolled my eyes.

"She's a kid." I muttered looking at Elvis's bandaged self, my eyes watering. "She doesn't get it."

"I think she does but I think it's because she's a kid that she knows better than to strain herself." Cecilia said annoying me.

"Since when have you thunked?"

"Thunked? I don't even think that's the way to say the word or use it." Cecilia said with a smile.

"Shut up." I said leaning back against the chair.

The school called the home phone when I was there and said that they were willing to give me a few days to myself but I'd have to get back to the school.

Basically saying to suck it up and that he isn't dead yet and there are multiple more kids who would love my spot at the school, even this late in the year.

I mean, it's only been a week and they're already riding on me about this. Truth behold, I've done most of the assignments like the essays and the tests that they've assigned online thanks to the library computers they have in this hospital.

But all the paper assignments are piling up.

"Look, Acendro, we're all just worried about you-"

"Just don't be! Okay! Just leave me the hell alone! You know what you should do? Just leave, okay."

"I'm not doing that, that is the last thing you need right now, to be alone." Cecilia said putting her foot down. I walked behind her, pushing her to the door, my face hurts from being so angry.

"Well luckily for you, I know just what I need because I'm not some kid, and luckily for me, I wasn't asking you." I said opening the door and practically pushed her out. "Bye!"

I slammed the door and ran a hand through my hair, it ended up getting tangled even more but I kept brushing it out.

My eyes glanced back at Elvis and saw his leg in a cast and the other was underneath the blanket. He also had his hand in a cast and the other was lying on the bed. I was just holding his hand.

His face is worse. It's all bruised up and purple. You can still see his beautiful face though. But his head is wrapped along his forehead. God, I want him to hold me in his arms and I want to kiss him. I want us to be normal but he's in a hospital bed.

"Elvis. See, I remembered your name." I started off. "Elvis Wolf. It's a beautiful name. I like it a lot. But, why? Why are you in this hospital bed? I-I don't understand. You know something, I have a whole lot of fucking people who love me. I have Roger and Cecilia Kennings. I have Roger's gang. I had my parents. I had my best friend and his parents, who all died. I especially had my brother. I have all of these people who care about me, so really, why do I need you?"