Is He... Gay!? (boyxboy)

Chapter 17

Kobe Above!

*GRANT'S POV*

I was still holding James in my arms when I got home. He was light enough to hold the whole way which I was grateful for. 

"Hey Grant, I'm gonna head home. I'll text you when I get there.", Kace says walking towards the door.

"Alright, be safe Kace." He nods his head and walks out. 

It was James left. I look at him lying on the couch asleep. He looked so peaceful and innocent; why would Jonah do something so fucking wrong?

I decided to make food for him so when he woke up he wouldn't be starving; if he even wanted to eat. 

I sighed and put y hands in my hair. I was still really upset and wanted to know exactly what had happened. I doubt that he would want to talk to me after everything that's happened. I swear to god if Jonah shows his face at school tomorrow I'm going to literally murder him for hurting my... I mean James. 

I groaned and opened the fridge and placed our groceries in there. 

"Hey...", I looked up and saw James standing there in his tattered clothes, "can I take a shower?"

"Yeah sure, let me get you some clothes and show you where the bathroom is." I say, putting down the jar of pickles in my hand. 

I wiped my hands on my pants nervously and led him into my room. I pulled out some pajama pants and a black t-shirt; these are going to hang off of him, he's so small. 

"Here.. you can wear these.", I say handing him the clothes, "and the bathroom is the first door on the left". He shook his head and looked towards the ground. He looked so vulnerable right now. I can see the embarrassment on his face, but he has nothing to be embarrassed for. None of what happened to him is his fault. I just want to hug him. 

"J-james..", I say reaching out towards him, " can I hug you. Cause I think you really need a hug and since I'm theonlyonehereIthinkitshouldbeme."

"Grant... I don't think I want to be touched by anyone right now." He says, still staring at the ground. I felt myself crumbled and shook my head. 

"Well.. There'll be food when you get out the shower." I say then exit the room. I don't think I could have stayed in there without pulling him into my arms and holding him there. I just want to make everything better, but I can't. I walk back into the kitchen and continue to place the items in the fridge, making sure to place the chicken nuggets in the oven. 

Finished, I sit at the table and put my hands on my head. How could this have happened to him? I mean, I know that there are some sick people in the world, but at my own school? I'm still debating on calling the cops and making sure that Jonah gets what he deserve. 

What caused him to advance on James anyways? What made him so special? Why Ould anyone want to hurt him like that!? 

I slam my hands on the counter and sigh. 

If only I was there... "none of this would ever happen!", I realize I'm screaming now; I have tears running down my face. I grab whatever is on the counter and smash it against the floor; glass flying everywhere. 

I sigh, knowing that letting out my anger on household items will only get me a scolding from my mother, and sit down at the table. I lay my head on the cool surface hoping ti will calm me down. 

I feel myself calming down when there's a soft hand placed on the side of my head. I don't move because I'm instantly soothed by the touch. Then, the fingers were running through my hair. The warmth from the body behind me overwhelmed me with calmness. 

"Grant..."