The Raven's Nightingale

#9 Part 4: Origins

After that incident where I had flipped things around and pinned Mac to the wall, I started to look at things a little differently. Mac had even started to open up to me a bit about his home life and had asked me about mine. I tried not to delve too much into detail about my lack of any kind of real home to go back to after school, but Mac caught on pretty quickly. I started to not mind the lessons or the physical contact, and we actually started to hang out during the school day. The only problem was was that things started to feel different for me. I started to look forward to see Mac everyday and even initiated some of the contact myself. I wanted to talk to him about what was going on and how I was feeling but I didn't really know how to go about doing that.

Before long, it was a week before we were supposed to go away for our end of the year trip and then I would be off to college shortly there after and there wouldn't really be any time for us to hang out. I had to tell him today. That way I could know if what I was feeling was valid or just if I was thinking things that weren't really there.

Mac was already in the study room as usual when I arrived there after school. My heart was in my throat as I approached the table trying to act as normal as I possibly could.

"You have something to tell me?" Mac asked just as I was sitting down across the table from him. I froze in the process of sitting down and looked to him. "If its what I think it is then you don't need to say anything, I've already known for a while."

"W-what do you think it is?" I asked as I sat down in the chair glancing over to Mac under my lashes. Mac got up from his chair and sat on the edge of the table right next to me, but I just couldn't meet his eyes.

"You like me, don't you?"

"Why do you think that?"

"Because you have started to like it when I do this," Mac commented as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I couldn't help but kiss back, falling right into his ploy. I blushed when he let go of me and I dropped my eyes down to the table. "Its alright, I've got a bit of a secret too. I have to admit that I've grown quite fond of you in a way that is different than just sex."

Mac lifted my head with both of his hands so that I was looking him in the eyes, and he kissed me again.

"I think that I'm starting to feel something similar, but I just don't know what its like to be in a relationship," he continued hesitantly. "I do want to try though if you are willing to give it a go."

"Honestly?" I asked kind of surprised that he was okay with it and maybe even felt the same way.

"Yeah, why not? We both like each other."

"Okay, so now what do we do?"

"Well for now we can study, I have to break off a couple things first before we get any kind of serious."

"Okay."

The next day I came to school sore and a bit battered but I was in high spirits. I was very much looking forward to seeing and talking to Mac first thing in the morning. When I rounded a corner, I froze with my mouth hanging open for a second before ducking back around the corner so that I wasn't spotted. My heart sank and my stomach churned violently as tears threatened to spill from my eyes. Around the corner Mac was practically making out with a beautiful blonde girl, wearing short shorts and a skin tight tank top. I quickly made my escape to the boy's bathroom where I proceeded to dry heave into one of the toilets. I had to be mistaken. Maybe that was one of the 'things' that he said that he needed to break off first. Only problem, that didn't look like he was breaking off anything. Maybe he would explain, I'll give him some time first and then confront him if I had to.