He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 9: Give it Back

To be completely honest my heart did a jump worthy of the hall of fame of athleticism. I shouldn't have been surprised but that didn't mean I wouldn't react to a jump scare like that one. I'd been hoping to avoid him, even hoping that the boy wouldn't talk to me after my embarrassing encounter with him.

No such luck I suppose.

And boy did he look happy, happy as an angry drunk man you'd just accidentally pissed on. I think my group four English teacher would be proud of me, practising my similes.

"H- Hi." I greeted him.

His eyes flashed down to my chest and then quickly flickered back up to my face.

I looked down, well shirtless was always uncomfortable for me even in hot weather but this particular situation was really making me feel awkward.

"What are you doing here." He growled at me.

I pursed my lips as I looked up at him. "The school is punishing me." I replied. There were probably a couple different ways I could have tried to explain what exactly I was doing here but this one was just as good as any of them and required a great deal fewer words.

"The school... is punishing you..." He repeated slowly, he looked like he thought I might be making fun of him.

I bit my lip. "It's a long story, well it's not but-"

"Explain then." He hissed, his clenched fist inching closer to me as though he was getting a real good exercise trying not to punch me.

"I have to follow the school prefect around because they think he'll be a good influence on me. I promise I didn't choose to be here." I explained fully, well sort of but I guess I didn't feel like being extra cordial to someone who looked like they were about to take off their heels and remove their hoop earrings before they grab me by my hair and swing me around like a lasso.

He shoved me. Only this hit me different in an even worse way. He shoved me with his hand on my chest... but his hand never left my chest and I wasn't wearing a shirt and suddenly all I can think of is the bloody boys got his hand on my chest. Pretty odd if you think about it. Odd if you put that in the context that the last time he shoved me into a wall I got a stiffy and accidentally shoved it into his thigh.

"You'd better find a way to move form," As he spoke, I peeked out over his shoulder but the fucking bastards were leaving without so much as a careless look back at the kid trapped in the corner of the room. I shouldn't have isolated myself here, I should have stuck with somewhere more visible. "Because if you're here every PE," He continued. "I know exactly where I'm going to be getting my exercise from, bitch." He snarled at me.

I gulped.

Images flitted through my mind. Was it really just me? Those words had a completely different ring to it to me. Maybe it was some kind of deep-seated gayness in me. Like, maybe I had the hots for this guy and instead of realising it I was just interpreting everything he said in a super gay way.

I decided that might very well be it, but either way it wasn't like I wanted anything to do with him, not like that.

I quite enjoy being in one piece, I feel it adds character.

That said I wasn't brilliant at staying that way.

"I can't just move form, this wasn't my choice, I wouldn't go to the same school as you if I had a choice!" I spat.

He laughed. "I can make that happen, bitch."

Man, I forgot about that, he's rich, rich by rich school standards which meant he was really rich, impactfully rich.