Delicate Pirouette [BXB]

Grow Up

February 22, 1999

      As Felix's dad pulled up at his school, Felix opened the door and slipped out of the car, taking in a deep breath. He looked up at the tall building before him and then back at his father.

      "Have a good day, Felix. Remember, stay strong and never let those bullies get to you." He smiled up at Felix and sipped his coffee, keeping his eyes on his son. Once Felix nodded and closed the door, he drove off.

      Turning around, Felix walked up the stairs that led to his school, his breath becoming shaky. Anxiety was quickly bubbling up; he was not ready for today-- then again, he was never quite ready for any day to begin. He slipped his hoodie over his head to hide his messy hair, opening the big doors which led to the place most people learned to call hell.

      He walked towards his locker, needing to collect the textbooks and notebooks needed for his courses. As he walked up to his locker, he took a deep breath and unlocked it, unzipping his backpack as he got what he needed out, pushing them down into his backpack. Seconds later, Felix heard someone slam their fist into the locker next to his.

      Quickly guessing, Felix assumed Matthew Creedal was the locker slammer, as he was the bully of the school. And apparently, he hates Felix's guts, yet loves them at the same time. Ever since Felix's mother and father got divorced-- his mother greedily snagging all the money they had, his mother leaving with his sister, Emily--, Matthew has been pelting Felix every second he can.  Felix is unable to understand why he is bothering such a person, as they are now of a different class. He has never done anything to him and he never showed any interest in Felix until his mom left. Thing is, now that he messes with Felix, he holds a secret of his close to the black-haired boy. Felix could easily spread the secret and ruin his life for good; if he decides to keep up his dirty work, Felix will spill.

      He froze in his position, knowing that if he moved, Matthew would do something. Their relationship is strange, quite special and unseen to the eyes of most-- not the kind of special that would make anyone want to boast. Felix would never quite consider what they have as a relationship. At school, he beats Felix up, putting on a show as to how much Matthew hates him, but when they are alone, Creedal is the opposite, doing the unspeakable. Becoming someone who shows a side of lust. Felix is in no way attracted to Matthew in the slightest, therefore everything done to him is an immediate displease. He is unable to stop him though, as Matthew will not allow him to be stopped-- once his mind is set, Matthew is a brick of a force.

      "Lixy, how is my baby doing?" He cooed in Felix's ear, an obvious smirk tugging at his lips, banging his fist against the locker to appear angry. Felix was disturbed to hear him flirt with him at all, especially in a school setting. He could easily be heard by the tentative ears roaming through the halls, as the ears were begging to pick up some juicy details. All they had to do was inch slightly closer and they would catch the drippings of a juicy situation.

      "Do not call me those names." Felix scoffed, his voice was raspy and showed a hint of annoyance. He brushed his hair out of his face and kept his attention on the white tiles.

      "Awe, why not? You know you love it~" He cooed, trapping Felix by slamming his fists on either side of the smaller males locker, leaning in closer. He wanted everyone to think he hated Felix when secretly, he did have feelings for him. As Matthew leaned in close, he pressed Felix's body into the cold metal. He bit down on his ear and slowly released his breath, giving Felix chills. Nearly retching, Felix quickly shoved Matthew off of his body and pushed him away, scowling at him, his lips twitching.

      "Fuck off, Creedal," Felix bit through his teeth, trying to steady his wavered breathing. Surely Matthew would not allow his disgusting lust to penetrate his vision, not when the two of them were surrounded by many bodies and hungry eyes. The mouths of the hungry students would quickly spread the sight as quickly as they could muster.