Falling in love with a jerk

Part 6: The Deal

I reached to my house, there was no one inside because my parents had gone to work. They were usually not home, they always worked late. I laid Seth down gently, he had closed his eyes, he looked vulnerable, and kind of in pain. I should hurry, I thought.I dug down to my pockets for my keys. I opened the door and took him up in my arms again. He grunted. I got him to my room and laid him on top of my bed. My room was small, it had decorations that I had putten up 1 year ago. There were still posters of my favorite groups, and photos of my mom and my dad and my brother and all the people that were once my friends.

I stopped glancing around and thinking of them as I turned to Seth. I sat down near him. He looked peaceful, sleeping like this. I had never seen him cry or in panic. It was as if an actor got back to its original self after a role. It was weird. I guess the confident part of him was only a show. It was really weird, seeing his mocking face ,peaceful and kind like this.

As I looked at him, his lips separated and words came out: "Wa- ter." He sounded harsh. "A-alright!" I said briskly as I ran downstairs and quickly got him a glass of water. When I got back, he was sitting, he took the glass out of my hand and mumbled a thank you.

He took a sip of the water and said: "I guess you really are not Gabriel, are you?" He didn't look at me while speaking. I frowned, "We talked about th- "He interrupted me. "You can't lie to me anymore..." He got up and walked towards my shelf where family photos were present. "There are two twins, I assume the glassed one is Gabriel and the other one is you." I didn't say anything. I stood there, there wasnt a thing I could say to make the situation any better. He turned to me. "I won't say anything to anyone, so let's make a deal."

He sat on my bed. "You won't tell anyone about me having a panic attack, and I won't tell anyone about you not being Gabriel. Deal?" I sat on the bed too and hesitantly shook his hand. "Deal." I said firmly.

"About that..." I started. He glared at me but I kept talking. "Look, I know you won't like to have a talk like this with me but are you getting help, that was a very serious panic attack."

He looked down and mumbled. "No. No one can help me with this. Only I can do something." I stared at him. "Dude, even if no one can help, you can at least talk to someone." He looked at me like I didn't know a single thing.There was a smile that was so full of pain, I felt an ache in my heart. "Maybe."

"You can talk to me." I saidvery slowly,  I was shocked at what I had just said. He looked shocked too. "Uh, I mean, forget it. It was a stupid thing to say."

Why would I say something like that? How could I forget what he had done before, to me, to my brother? I bet he was just lying again, playing with me. I shouldn't believe him; he didn't deserve empathy. I looked at him, frowning. But he looked vulnerable, even hurt. He looked as if he regretted it, something more deep he had done, because his eyes were focused somewhere else, he was regretting something deeper. But still, he looked sensitive and weak. I couldn't make myself get angry at him. Not now. I was thinking of showing some kindness but that was all an excuse to stop hating himi wasn't it? I stopped frowning.

He looked at my eyes. They were full black but they weren't hollow. They looked like they were alive, it was beautiful. I looked at his face. I didn't notice how beautiful he was with that mocking face of him. His face was the perfect shape, his lips were full and his nose was maybe a little too high, but they combined to be something so beautiful and wonderful.

I moved my hand very slowly, to his neck. I stroked his check very lightly, it was as if I was hypnotized. He looked shocked, this was my trigger for going back to real life. I moved my hand back very quick. "I, uh. I'm sorry."

I scratched the back of my neck, trying not to look at his face because my face was bright red. "What is your Name?" He asked, going back to his original form. "It's Damian. But if you ever call me that in school, I'll beat you."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." He got up from my bed.

I got up too. "Are you going?" I asked, slightly panicking.

"What? You want me to stay that much?" He said with a mocking voice while getting close to my face. I opened my mouth to say something but I couldn't find anything. He was back .

He walked to my bedroom door. He grabbed the door handle but turned to me again and said with a mischievous smile: "Oh and I learned something else about you too, didn't I?" I looked at him with curiously, I really didn't understand what he was talking about.

"That you are into me." He said still smiling. "What, I- don't." I said while stuttering and my face got flushed.

"Ha ha, you are easy to read, Ga- Damian." He giggled. I looked at him straight and gave him the dead-fish look.

"If you are flustered enough. I am off." He opened the door and left. I didn't go after him, he walked out of my house and I watched him leave from my window. He suddenly turned to the window I was looking from and stuck out his tongue at me. He really was a jerk sometimes...