Voices (BoyxBoy)

Chapter One - Sawyer

WARNING -- This chapter contains: Swear words, violence, and this story contains LGBT+ (specifically boyxboy). If you are against any of these things I suggest you don't read this story.

Nothing in this story is suppose to offend anyone so do not take anything offensively. Everything in here is just what these characters think about themselves or the others or they are trying to keep something to themselves.

Word count; 1400

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Mikai smiled at me. We were at the beach and it looked like we were having a picnic or something. I leaned in and-

I almost kissed him but that was all just a dream. Fake. Fucking fantasy and all that razzle-dazzle. In reality I was punching him right now, probably halfway to death. Good, I don't wanna eat his face off anyway. That's gross. My friends behind me were laughing at him as Mikai fell to the ground and he started bleeding, repeatedly yelling 'stop!' as I continued to punch him.

Oh, right. Guess I should introduce myself? I'm Sawyer. Sawyer Cross. 'Bully' and 'psycho' of the school. Diagnosed with Schizophrenia at the age of 15, and now I'm 18. Failing classes, on the football team, and as I walk down the hall all I hear is 'psycho' or girls giggling. Girls are scary. They're all different and it's really, really fucking scary.

You don't know what Schizophrenia is? Well, let me explain. If you have it your a delusional fucking idio-

"Stop it!" I heard a voice coming from underneath me, and I looked down to see Mikai sitting there crying. I'll be honest, it was a pretty sad sight to see - when your crush is sitting there crying because of you, you wanna stop, but you can't because your keeping your cover is when you don't really got a choice. I gotta continue.

I punch him repeated times until he tried to punch back, and he was actually pretty strong for a guy like him.

Mikai Groves. Smart, straight A student, possible honors student back in grade school, and I don't know how he ended up in this fucking dump. He has the most beautiful emerald eyes I've ever seen and soft light-brown hair. And he's got glasses too, thats a bonus.

But now his glasses were broken. Because of me.

I wiped the stain of blood on my face, however bringing some drool with my sleeve. "The fuck man? Did you just try and punch me?" I said angrily, but I wasn't angry. Looking at his face calmed me down and honestly I wanted to kiss him. Really bad.

I kicked him in the shin and legs, leaving a bruise, before Mikai actually started to fight back.

"Ohh, I always love a good fight. Bring it. Show me what you got."

The thing is though, I was scared. Mikai could probably find out one of my biggest secrets in 5 seconds and use it as his advantage because he's so damn smart. Honestly, I wish I could just give him a big damn sloppy kiss and tell him that just looking at his stupid, adorable face puts me at ease.

He punch me. Fucking Mikai Groves punched me. And oh damn, it hurt, he hit my lower stomach. I punched back and Mikai choked blood out of his mouth and had tears forming in his eyes. I let Mikai punch me again, and again, and again. First time across the mouth, second time in the stomach again, and the third time was in my dick. For fucks sake Sawyer, you know you can't just let him win because you like him. but I was. Oh my god I'm stupid, I was actually letting Mikai win.

Before Mikai got the chance to hit me again which would've definitely knocked me out, I punch him, and instead it knocked him out. It felt so wrong. I'm sorry, love. Someday I will make it up to you, I promise.

Mikai fell back and before he hit the ground, I made sure he landed in my arms. I was carrying him bridal style, as if i was dating him. Me? Dating Mikai Groves, the worlds cutest boy? Hah, nice joke. "What? I gotta take him to my house to recover otherwise he'll call the cops when he wakes up if he remembers anything." I sighed, I was going to regret taking Mikai to my house. And if he wakes up, he's going to be pissed that he's missing out on school.

I plopped him into my car. My parents were at work, and they wouldn't care anyways. They never do. I took out my keys and started the engin, thinking about what I had to do to cover my tracks about beating Mikai. I would have to bath him to get the blood off him. That's disgusting. But for some reason, I felt my legs tingle when I said that. Bathing Mikai. Why was I excited? I'll never know. Maybe it's because I like him? I'd most likely never do a dirty thing to him though. I mean, look at this boy, he's so skinny and... Scrawny. Who would want to fuck a boy who's like Mikai? Not me.

Suddenly my mind imagined stuff. Stuff i didn't want to see. Or hear. I immediately hated my mind and I realized I was already parked in the driveway of my house.

My house was pretty big but it was really crappy, but that's what you get from having an adult (?) boy who's alone all the time when he's suppose to have parents home.

Why am I still in high school if I'm 19 and suppose to be out when I'm 18? I go to a 'special' school that you have to send applications for, but they only allow sporty, or smart kids. Or wealthy kids. I was accepted for the sporty and wealthy. Cliche, I know. I bet Mikai was accepted in for 'good behavior' and 'girly-ass eyelashes'. Nono, they wouldn't accept him in for that. Probably because of how smart he is then. I love it how I like him but then I tease him in my mind and I beat him up. I gotta say, I would be a great boyfriend.

I chuckled a bit at my own thoughts before walking around the car to go grab Mikai. I picked him up, once again bridal style, and carried him into the house. So what did I have to do again? Bathe him, wash his clothes, and set him in my bed to let him rest.

My sister was probably home but she was most likely sleeping. Either way, if she caught me, I have loads of things I can blackmail her with so she won't dare tell our parents. She knows not to mess with me. "Fuck!" Suddenly I heard Mikai make a weird noise, like a moan or something and almost dropped him. I quickly swung the door open to my house and slammed it closed immediately once I was inside, setting Mikai at the wall like he was a doll. I leaned on the door and wiped my face with my hand, breathing in and out intensely as if I knew how I was going to die and it was going to be today.

Oh god, bathing Mikai was going to be a living hell. It may be every gay dudes fantasy or whatever-the-shit for them to bathe their crush but oh boy. If Mikai wakes up during that, I'm dead. There is no way I'm stripping him. Eww. No. Hell no. N to the O to the NO.

I picked Mikai up again and make him wrap his arms around my neck as I supported his lower body. His body was warm. That's weird considering he was knocked out. I didn't really pay attention much and I quickly went up to my room to being him into my bathroom. I placed him outside the tub and tried to find a good water setting.

I knew beating him up was a horrible thing to do. I knew I was a horrible thing considering the things I do, but it is not my fault. The voices control me. I give in, all the time, because I'm weak. I'm useless, tired,  and just a downright-disgrace. Hopefully Mikai will let me apologize to him someday. Someday.