The Bully I Thought I Lost... (Boyxboy) Book 2

Chapter Seventeen

I woke up randomly in the night and pried Misha's arms from my stomach. I looked at my phone and read Markus' message.
"I take it that you're not coming home tonight?"
"I told you I went to see my brother. I'm staying with him tonight." I texted him and immediately called my brother.

"What the hell, kiddo? It's 1 in the morning!"
"Alec, this is kind of urgent." Tears fell from my eyes. "I need your help..."
"What happened?" I heard him sit up.
"If Markus asks where I am, please tell him that I'm with you..."
"Why? What happened between you?"
"...we had a stupid fight a-and he broke up with me so I can try my luck with Misha..."
"Are you kidding? Did you actually go to him?" Allister shouted through the phone. More tears left my eyes and Misha sat up and hugged me from behind.

"I did..."
"Jaymes! You're crazy! You know what he did to you!"
"I know, Allister... I know, bu-"
"There's no such things as buts! He screwed you over twice!"
"Will you help me out?" I wiped my face. Allister was silent for a few moments.
"...Yeah. The moment that little shit hurts you, he better run because I won't let him have another shot at life." He hung up and Misha placed his head on my shoulder.

"You know, that guy hates my guts."
"Yeah, I know." I leaned into his chest and grabbed his hand.
"Can we have sex yet?" His free hand snuck under my shirt.
"No." I took his hand out and avoided eye contact.
"Alright.... I'm sorry." He pulled the blanket over himself and turned the other way. I peeked at him and sighed. "Night." He groaned.

"Misha...?"
"What's up?"
"...You're more mature now..."
"I am?"
"Yeah." I reached over to him and grabbed his hand. "I think it's cute..."
"I don't know about that..." He chuckled. "I'm trying to be better. I feel so obsessed with you and I'm trying to break that now."
"Don't..." I wrapped my arms around his body. "I like the way things are. I dont want it to change..."
"Well, at the very least, I'll stop obsessing over you. But I won't stop loving you." He grinned and kissed my forehead. "Sleep. I'll wake you up in the afternoon." I cuddled up under the blanket and fell asleep quickly.

In the afternoon, Misha crawled over me and shook me.
"Don't say 'good morning'. It's past noon." He pushed my hair back.

"Good... Afternoon...?" I looked into his eyes.
Can I kiss you freely yet?"
"Y-You're allowed when I feel like it... But you have to wear your glasses today..." He got off of me and put his hands in his pockets.
"Okay." He grinned. "If you need an outfit, I can get you something. Your apartment is on the way to the greet though."
"Can we stop by?"
"Of course." He put his shoes on. "Are you hungry? I've got donuts... I can't eat them all by myself..."
"Are they jelly filled?"
"Nope." He handed me a strawberry frosted donut with sprinkles. My favorite.
"Thank you." I took a bite and followed him around the house.

"Ready?" He held his hand out. I looked at his hand, then at him. I hesitantly slipped my hand into his and nodded. We left his apartment and he took us to his truck. He was being such a gentleman. Opening the doors for me, letting me pick the radio station, all this stuff I don't remember him ever doing.
When I got to my apartment, I brushed my teeth and changed my clothes. I packed a small backpack of outfits and left with Misha back to the truck.
As he was driving, he'd sneak glances at me. I looked at him and crossed my arms.
"Guess who forgot his glasses." He chuckled.
"You did?"
"Nah. Glove box. I can't drive when I can't see." He hinted.
I dug in his glove box and handed him a glasses case. When he stopped at a light, he put them on and refocused on the road.

Soon, we arrived at the meet and greet. Misha walked me to the middle of the park where there were tons of people all talking to each other.
One pair of eyes, then more and more. Soon, there was a few screams and Misha began to laugh.
"Dang... I love my job." He looked down at me.
"I can see why." I elbowed him. We stopped at the front of the crowd and half the girls had their mascara dripping from their eyes.
"What's up!" Misha tossed his arms in the air. "This is a mighty crowd. Who knew I'd get this many of you... I only announced it last night..."
"I came from Japan!" A random guy yelled.
"That's very nice, dude!" Misha laughed and grabbed my hand. We walked through the crowd and sat on the green table, instead of the chairs.