Blood and Basketball

Chapter 13: Did I Hurt You?

Grayson POV

Klarissa ran out of the gym, but for some reason Harry and I kept fighting. We got slower and slower, losing strength. Finally, my tired, angry, eyes locked with his. We looked like monsters. But then something happened. We froze.

"Why are we doing this?" Harry suddenly asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

I looked down at my bloodied fists, it looked like I had just committed a murder. And if I didn't stop smelling the smell of blood soon, I probably was going to commit a murder because I was getting so damn hungry.

"This is so stupid." I said, lowering my fists. I watched Harry do the same. We plopped down and sat on the ground for a second, catching our breath in silence. But it was a strangely comfortable silence. I lowered my eyes to survey my wounds, and then I looked over at Harry. He seemed to be doing the same, using his long, elegant fingers to trace over his cuts and bruises carefully. This act was entrancing to me, watching him trace the crimson marks that littered his creamy skin. It was like he was painting an impressionist painting. He moved up his arms and under his chin, but winced and stopped when he got to a mark under his chin. God, even his yelp in pain seemed so strong and commanding. It was more of a grunt than a feeble cry for help.I remembered that was where I landed an uppercut with my national champsionship ring. For some resaon that place seemed to be hurting him more.

"Harry-" I started. But no more words came out. I just stared at him sympathetically.

He traced the spot on his neck again and winced. He had such a pretty face on a pretty neck.

"Harry, d-did I hurt you?" I questioned.

"Umm, yeah kinda. Silver, it burns me."

I didn't quite understand what he meant, but I understood that he was hurting. In an act of passion, I hastily leaned towards Harry's neck and gently kissed the burn with my lips. At first Harry seemed surprised at the gesture, but then he bashfully smiled before leaning in to kiss me back on the lips. I went along with it, feeling a strange connection between us. Before I knew it, my hands were combing through his soft hair, gently pulling on it getting him to groan slightly. He started to kiss me harder and I lifted my hands up to cup his cheeks. However when I did so, he recoiled in pain.

"Ow!" Harry exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you? I didn't mean to- I thought we were- I-" I stumbled out awkwardly, fearing I had misread his signals, and that a love affair with Harry Styles was merely a silly, dirty dream.

"No, it's not you. I mean, I liked what we were doing, it's just, I think it's your ring." He explained, his eyes staring into my soul.

I looked down at my hand, confused why my ring would be a problem. "Is it, cold or something? I'm not sure I follow..." I trailed off. I was kind of confused, and also I was afraid I missed something and Harry thought I was an idiot.

"Like I said, silver burns me."
"I really don't understand."

Harry's POV

"Grayson, this sounds ridiculous," I took a deep breath, "and I don't know if you'll even believe me, but... "

"What?" the other boy pleaded.

"I'm a werewolf." There it was. I said it. I told him.

I noticed his eyes widen. Those sweet aquamarine orbs. I felt like I could swim in them. Then he started laughing. My face harshened. How could he laugh at me? Here I thought we were opening up to each other, and he was now making fun of me!

"It's not funny you know." I snapped, "I'm dead serious." I gritted my teeth at him.

"No no, I wasn't laughing at you." he tried to defend himself between laughs.

"Oh yeah," I threatened, scooting closer to him, exerting my dominance.

He finally caught his breath, "No, I was laughing because I'm a vampire!"

I pulled back confused.

"Look at us," Grayson chuckled, "The two of us are such a mess!" He started laughing again.

I thought about it. We really were a mess.

"What are we even doing?" I said, now also laughing hysterically. "I mean, I kidnapped, kidnapped!, a girl, we're monsters!" We were both laughing so hard now that we were crying. There were literal tears running down my cheeks. I knew that this wasn't exactly funny, but I don't know if it was exhaustion, pain, Grayson's desperate need for more blood to eat, or just the fact that the two of us were high-key losing it. We finally stopped laughing, abs aching, and caught our breath, panting. Silence fell over the room again. I thought about everything for a moment.

"We're monsters." I repeated, breaking the silence. I could feel tears starting to well behind my eyes. And this time they weren't tears from laughing. They were sad tears.

"You're not a monster to me." Grayson said. He slipped the ring off his finger, placing it on the dirty gym floor before tenderly placing his hand on my cheek and wiping my tears away.