Is this love? (Boyxboy)

Chap 4

Thorn's P.O.V

I couldn't get that kid out of my head, the one I ran into this morning. He was so adorable I almost thought he was a girl! Before I go into further detail I should introduce myself. I'm Thorn Rose, age 16. I have golden honey eyes, light brown hair, and snake bites. I'm emo, but lucky for me I'm pretty popular. I'm a closet gay, yes I know I'm a bad person I'm just not ready to come out yet. Anyway back to the boy. He had black hair, and green eyes! He was so cute, the way he was blushing was just to much. I was thinking simply to myself as I walked down the hallway for lunch. I heard a crash from around the corner, rolling my eyes at nobody in particular. Bullies I thought, it's the first fucking day. I heard an unpleasant laughter and some whimpering. 2 seconds later some kid ran into me. Wow I'm either always in the way, or just a freaking people magnet. I looked down and realized it was the cute little freshman I ran into earlier (guessing he's a freshman he looks pretty young). "Hey, are you ok?" I asked him. "I-I'm fine..." He looked up at me and blinked a few tears out of his eyes, I think he recognized me because he collapsed into my chest. I tensed at the contact. Looking down at him a saw his shirt was ripped, and his face was bruised. I felt him sway so I wrapped my one arm under his thigh and the other around his shoulder. I felt his muscles tense as I hoisted him up bridal style. His whole body stiffened then relaxed completely. This boy had passed out. I had no clue what to do now. He was injured and he was crying, there was something wrong I could feel it. So I walked outside cradling the poor boy to my chest and put him in my car. I got some pretty strange looks from people, I swear it's not a kidnapping. After buckling the mysterious boy in the passengers seat I drove back to my house. My house is fairly close to the school so I could've walked but I felt lazy, thank god for laziness or else I wouldn't of been able to help this kid. I quickly pulled up to the house, a couple of times I heard the boy whimper and apologize. Turning off the car, I jumped out and grabbed the kid. Picking him up bridal style again I walked up to the door. Please be unlocked, please be unlocked, I chanted in my head. Alas I wiggled the door knob while balancing the boy in one arm, it was locked. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck. I struggle to get my keys out of my pocket, I'm still holding the boy. After a little more wiggling I managed to hook my finger in the ring on my keychain. HAHA VICTORY!!!!! I flip they keys out of my pocket and grab the house key. I shoved the key hardly into the lock. I quickly turned it and unlocked the door, I opened the door and stepped into the house. Heaving the boy into a more comfortable position, I walked into the living room and lay the black haired boy on my couch. Remembering I left the key in the door I ran back and retrieved it. I walked back into the living room, the boy groaned and squirmed.