He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 10: That Boy will Pay

[A/N] I just published chapter 12 instead of chapter 10 my poor heart.

[Atlas' POV]

Every muscle in my body was itching to run after that grave digging little twerp of a boy but my mind was the one that didn't choose to move. It was too busy sitting there confused, replaying the moment back in slow motion.

He had kissed me. Kissed me.

And the way my lips tingled, far too aware of this fact, made me want to run after him and slap him senseless. Kid deserved it.

Who the fuck did he think he was?

Did he want to die or something? Some kind of death wish? Because send him to a counsellor that kid is suicidal.

That or fucking brain dead thinking I wouldn't come for him for that.

Clearly he thought I was much nicer a person than I am, maybe he thought I was worse a person than I am. Maybe he thought he was already going to get smacked around by me for throwing a stiffy after getting chased by me? I would believe that because for starters he was still totally going to get one hell of a beating but not for that.

That was different from throwing a stiffy while getting chased. I'd sort of put that down to adrenaline anyhow, because I'd had the unfortunate experience of getting hard while I got a big burst of adrenaline too. Not that it had been some kind of pleasurable experience.

I'd been smacked around by my brother real bad one time and had managed to really stab him with the hair partition end of a comb (this blunt needle looking thing people can use to divide their hair with) in his arm and gotten such a rush.

The worst thing about the experience being that despite the shock and the fear of it all I'd gotten, inexplicably and pleasurlessly, hard.

While he lay there groaning on the floor I'd halfheartedly called for mom and dad, probably telling them it was an accident or something, the exact details of the occasion had quickly dissipated after the event was over. I only actually noticed it on my way out.

But again, there hadn't been any pleasure, and again, I hadn't even noticed it. I'd sat on the floor of my room for a few minutes, my heart pounding really loud as I sat completely still until the weird focus of the adrenaline had worn off. At some point in the middle of that my erection had gone down too.

But no, that wasn't what happened to him. Not if I'm going by what that death-wish kid told me... Maybe he was lying, trying to get me angry at him, but part of me believed him.

He'd told me that he had found it hot. Hot that he had been thrown up against the wall by me, that this had been the reason for it. I felt a blizzard run through my body but instead of snow it was magma. Heat from my fingernails to my cock.

Fuck.

He had kissed me.

Now why the fuck had he done that?

Kissing me could have been as simple as trying to make me mad because he never thought two steps ahead at any given plan but my imagination had also supplied an explanation. What if he was a pain slut, what if he liked it when I chucked him around?

I wasn't into that, not as far as I knew, but couldn't like that despite not being into boys as a general rule of thumb this one was particularly enticing.

No.

That shitty little twerp had run off with my phone and fucking broken it. Now he was having a cosy little slumber party with Jacob Bird, the perfect prefect of the school. Ridiculous.