I Wanna Hold Your Hand [BXB]

Don't Lie, Malachai

a/n:

the title of this story was inspired by the song 'i want to hold your hand' by the beatles; one of the most beautiful songs out there. i put the youtube video of it above, so if you want to listen to the song while reading the first chapter, go for it! heart is like those overly excited girls in the audience when hearing them.

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Malachai's first period seemed to be rather boring and quiet, unlike most years where his peers would make the classroom sound like a zoo. The few students who were talking were of the male population, probably catching up on everything they missed over the summer. They were the loud, obnoxious, and careless ones. The males who belched out in the middle of class, their breath smelling of freshly brewed beer. Sierra Nevada with a touch of gin. A beer that warmed the mouth and made the consumer forget about all the rough patches they have had to climb; a flame dancing on their tongue as the gin dove in, making them want more, and more, and more.

Malachai used to be one of those boys who drank beer and gin, forcing it down his throat just to feel his nerves jump again. Blood would spiral up into his brain, making him feel as if he was travelling through space. It was a pleasant sensation during the moment, but the consequences afterward were quite gruesome.

Eventually, he realized that to control himself and his life, he had to quit drinking away all of his problems. He also had to put an end to the one night stands he had with the popular girls, sneaking their way into his room after mature hours and hurriedly slipping their clothes off to reveal what most guys would get stiff to by a simple glance. Pretty soon, all the guys were flooding Malachai's phone with texts, asking him what certain girls were like in bed. The girls were nice, but they never seemed to fill the emptiness that took over him. Soon, he forced himself to realize that he was never going to get stiff, he was never going to make their nights. He tried his best, but gay guys are not all that good at arousing girls.

No one knew Malachai was gay, except for a few of the girls he slept with over the summer, their brains finally piecing the puzzle together. None of them said anything until Martha Warel just had to spill like a boiling kettle. She had an overly exaggerated crush on him and wanted Malachai to deflower her, but after cornering him in his room and trying everything in her power to please him, he refused her. Once she realized that she was not going to get anywhere with Malachai, she decided to try and ruin his school year by spreading the news like spilled tea. He thought maybe she would have waited at least a month to let everyone settle in, but she decided she had to stir the pot right away. That was Martha Warel; a witch.

This was going to be a long school year.

Malachai closed his eyes and took a slow deep breath through his nose, holding it in. One, two, three, four, five. He exhaled carefully through his mouth, feeling his breath tickle his lips lightly. One, two, three, four, five. As his eyes fluttered open, his hazel-green eyes were met by a pair of big brown eyes.

"Malachai... Is the rumor true?" Theia asked him, keeping her voice at a low whisper. She crouched in front of his desk, her chin resting on her arms as they pressed into his desk. She was a rather petite girl with light brown wavy hair and big dark brown eyes. When the sun would enter a room, one could see a hint of caramel gold and leaf green in her eyes; the colours complimenting her milky caramel skin which was accompanied by tiny freckles that dusted her rosy cheeks and nose. She had a soft doe-like voice that brought a smile to everyone's lips.

She has been Malachai's best friend for a long time, sticking to his side through thick and thin. If he was straight, he knew for a fact that they would be dating, as she was his soulmate, his person. He had thought about it once, but ever since he was able to realize that girls were not his cup of tea, he knew it would never happen. All the guys go aft- "Malachai?..." Theia repeated, furrowing her brows as she noticed he was not paying attention.