Opposites Attract

•{Five}•

•Nico Di'Angelo•
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I tensed up at the touch of Will. Why was this happening to me? For all I knew, Will was trying to get to know me to fuck me over with George. Meanwhile, I'm standing here. Naked in the arms of Will, crying. 

I quickly wiped the tears off and pulled away.

"Will you tell me what happened?" I shook my head and he understood. 

"Alright, but can I at least wrap it up..?" His voice lowered when he asked. I knew Will was super into medical.

"Sure," I whispered to him, not looking up. 

"Alright. Maybe you should put some pants on first." I turned red as I remembered I was in a towel. 

"Um, I just did laundry. Everything is clean. Especially the um." He cleared his throat, turning bright red. "The boxers." He finished. A huge wave of heat rushed to my face. I looked over to the clothes. The jeans were black and looked like they'd fit.

"Believe it or not. I went through a phase of black jeans." He chuckled, clearing the air. 

"Thanks." I headed into the bathroom, putting the clothes on. Once I headed out, I saw Will sitting on his bed. Bandages and alcohol near him. I began getting nervous.

"It's okay. It'll sting a bit, but it's better than getting it infected." He smiled, patting the bed for me to sit next to him. I sat down, my back towards him. 

"Ready..?" He asked. I inhaled a huge breath and sighed before nodding. Pain washed over me as the cold liquid touched the cuts, stinging just as bad as when he was making the cuts on my back.

"Gah! Fuck!" I yelled out, tears running down my face. My toes curled. I grabbed the sheets of the bed as hard as I could.

"I'm so fucking sorry Nico." He repeated over and over until he finally finished. I could hear how worried he was by his tone. 

Will began wrapping me up in the gauze that he had next to him earlier.

"Are you properly eating?" He asked me the same question he asked me at McDonald's. I nodded, not telling him the truth.

"Don't lie to me." He looked into my eyes. I stared into his beautiful eyes before looking down.

"Who do you live with? Just your dad?" He kept questioning me and I continued to ignore them all. 

He finished wrapping me up and handed me a shirt. I went to grab it, but he pulled it back. 

"Answer one of my questions then. Just one. Please?" I sighed.

"I live with both my parents. Now hand me a shirt." He smiled and handed me the shirt.

"No. Not happening. Do you have any other color?" He was crazy if he thought I was going to wear a bright orange shirt.

"Nah, Death Boy. No other colors." I glared at him as he simply smirked.

"Do NOT call me that! And you're wearing a grey shirt right now!" I half shouted half whispered.

"I like this side of you Death Boy." He smirked before continuing. "And this is my last grey shirt." I glared at him once again.

"Fine. Fine." He laughed and began removing his shirt. He had a toned six-pack which I couldn't help but stare at. 

What's wrong with you Nico! Stop it! I mentally scolded myself.

"Like what you see?" Will smirked from ear to ear.

"W-W-What!? I-I don't know what you're talking about!" I stuttered like crazy as I felt my self turning red.

"I'm messing with you, Nico." He laughed before tossing me his shirt. I rolled my eyes and put the shirt on. The shirt had the number 8 and the word "Solace" printed on the back. While on the front, it had a little devil on it, aka our school's mascot and once again, the number 8. I was wearing his football jersey which was about 4 sizes too big. He laughed once he saw me.

"Shut up." I scolded. My comment only made him laugh harder.

"Nico. How old are you?" I rolled my eyes.

"17. Yes, really 17. Yes, I'm 5'3. Yes, I'm skinny. Can get do the work now?" I responded, knowing my height and weight is what he was referring to. 

"I'm really enjoying you opening up. Why cut it short?" He asked. 

"Listen. I know you're only doing this because of some stupid fucking plan George put you up to! So can we just get this shit done!?" I don't know why I blew up on him like that, but I did. His smile instantly dropped and he looked at the floor.

"I'm sorry Nico. I know words won't ever change anything we did to you, but-" I cut him short.

"Save it! I'm tired of it!" I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. I heard him calling after me, but I ignored him. 

I can't believe I actually fell for his little games. He's just faking it. Being all nice until he gets to know me and then, boom, my whole life is exposed to the entire school. And to think that he was actually being nice to me. 

I had no money to get a taxi so I had to walk 2 hours to get home. Once I did it was 5 almost 6. I took my keys out of my bag and opened the door, but it wouldn't open. It had something stopping the door from opening.

"Look who's home! This isn't your house! You don't get to come and go whenever you want! So, therefore, you will not come inside tonight. All doors and windows are locked. Learn how to get here when you're supposed to!" My "father" yelled at me through the door before shutting it in my face and turning the porch light off. 

"Goddamn it!" I fucking hate him! I threw my bag on the ground and laid down on the floor.

Just then. I noticed that I was still wearing Will's clothes. Fuck! I left my clothes at his house! My hoodie! Everyone will see me with his jersey tomorrow!

Suddenly, my mind went back to the image of Will shirtless. What the fuck! Stop it! 

Wait, I'm still wearing his.. boxers. The same boxers he's worn before. My face immediately went beet red.

Thoughts of Will naked filled my head and in a few seconds, I was hard.