childhood memories

Chapter 19

I can't believe it...
We made out...right in that restroom like we were longtime lovers!
I could still taste his tongue flexing within my mouth, leaving nothing untouched.
His firm grasp could still be felt on my thighs.
After we cooled down we realized exactly what we both had done...and we both were in deep shock.
"I-I didn't know you was g-gay"
I stammered with a heavy blush across my cheeks.
"...neither did I..."
Laurence replied shamefully
The way he spoke brought worry to me...
I watched as he put back on his top, giving me time to cushion my member away.
"We should...probably keep this to ourselves..."
He stated, looking me in the eyes.
The instantaneous dread set upon me like a dieing sun casting its final rays across the horizon, it rays so precise and aimed directed at me.
"...sure"
I replied as i set my eyes off his.
He'd go after Aph now...he's had his practice why would be accept it hm? He doesn't love me...he was using me.
It's obvious.
My eyes narrowed for a mere moment before I pushed past him and out the room, no longer wishing to witness his next words.
Heh...I really am like my mother...
He must have sensed my frustration or was worried I'd tell because he soon came running after me, calling for me to stop.
He ended up stopping in front of me.
"G-Garroth please"
He begged
"...please what"
I replied
"Have reason"
He continued
"Reason for what!?"
I snarled, bursting into an abrupt yell.
"...that-...we shouldn't have done that"
He stated
"I know, it was written all over your face!"
I yelped
"Why'd you do it hm? To taunt me?! Have a laugh!? What, did you have a recorder?! I bet you had that son of a whore listening through the window!"
I snapped, taking him by surprise as i referred to Travis in our man to man conversation.
"Y'know....I thought you actually had something worth fighting for in that God for sacken shell of yours...but no, now all I see is a cheating cunt!"
I spat before turning away in disgust.
As I did he rather suddenly gripped my shoulder, taking me by a shocking surprise.
However, before he had any chance to speak I had whipped round and thrashed a hard fist against his cheek, setting him off balance.
"DON'T touch me!"
I ordered, the main reason being he'd pressed very deeply on a tender bruise.
The air went thick and brittle while he stared at me in silence.
My eyes in tears I walked away, fighting the urge to let my legs give way beneath me.
Instead of going to P.E I tracked back into the school, finding a small water fountain in which I thoroughly washed my mouth out in.
"Hm...disgusting"
I mumbled.
Turning off the small fountain I stood up and checked the time off a nearby clock hung gently on a high wall.
P.E would be over in 5 minutes...there was hardly any point in trying to get out there unnoticed and I really didn't fancy reacquainting with Laurence.
I was a fool to even... nevermind.
Either way I went back and retrieved my clothes, taking them to the toilets where I very swiftly got changed.
By the time I had tied off my shoes, tucked in my shirt and straightened out my blazers collar and lapel I was Infront of the mirror propping on my tie, listening to the bell ring loudly outside.
5 minutes after I walked out and merged with the crowd.
I went straight to the theatre, knowing that Vyald would most likely be there.
And right I was, there he sat in the front row, watching with a smile.
Chuckling, I went and sat next to him, giving him quite the shock.
He only watched me.
"What are you doing here?"
I questioned almost expecting a reply.
"Dante said you liked how quiet it was yesterday...that true?"
I added.
This time he nodded and offered a smile.
I smiled back.
We watched the show together, the two of us giggling away at Dante's key role as a beautiful, exotic, florescent tree stood far in the corner.
He had quite the humour to him, Dante that is...the swing of boredom he had when he remained stiff in his costume, the leaves occasionally falling off and wafting against his face.
Upon noticing our laughter he glared and flipped us off, having a smug to show off in the bright sensitive light.
The more we laughed the more he got angry, resulting in (straight after his performance) him running off stage and attacking us with his mighty green, plastic branches.
And for the first time in what felt like forever Vylad laughed.
I don't mean a giggle or a chuckle, a full blown laugh!
They were made for eachother...
He was so gentle and Vylad was so tender...they fit perfectly.
It made my day just a bit more enjoyable to say the least...he has a friend, a true friend...and right now that's exactly what he needs.