Stealing Cinder (No Not Cinderella!) (BOYXBOY)

Chapter 2: Backing Down

Crispin’s POV


    I inhaled the comforting smoke of my cigarette. Don’t start thinking of me as some kind of rebel or anything, I only smoke on those days when I feel like something bad is going to happen or after something bad has already happened.
    “Well if it isn’t our little fairy,” I froze in the cloud of smoke around me at the inimical voice behind me.
    “Oh my and look at that guys he smokes isn’t he such a bad boy,” Another said imitating a swooning girl.

    I couldn’t bring myself to look to them. I knew something bad was going to happen today I just knew it!
    By now someone was in front of me tapping their ‘shitkickers’ impatiently.
    “Come on now fairy. We came here to have a nice chat with you and maybe have a smoke or something and you won’t even look at us,” He said. It sounds like it should be a a whiny kind of remark but it wasn’t...it was laced with a threat.

    I forced myself to look up into Jason’s face which, upon seeing me, immediately twisted in disgust.
    “What do you guys want?” I hissed. Sometimes they just really got on my nerves and the day before we went back to school after christmas break was one of those days.
    One of Jason’s buddies shoved me from the side and I ended up on the ground face to face with all of their somehow muddy shoes.
    “Try to be a little more polite next time you speak,” Jason chuckled.
    If I hadn’t been afraid of the consequences than I would’ve gotten up and taken a swing at him.

But he easily towered over me...

And he’s lot stronger...

Oh yeah and he wanted to kill me.

    “Anyway we decided we wanted to play a little game today. Mason over here thought you might want to play too,” He said. I rolled my eyes, it was pathetic how they still referred to their tortures as ‘games’. Although they were childish...but torture all the same.

    “No thanks i’m good,” I snorted. In another second I was off the ground and thrown over Jason’s shoulder. The way he had his arm wrapped around my waist to keep me from falling made me blush a bit. He’s a really handsome guy just to let you know, he’s got these big green eyes and gorgeous honeycomb colored hair.

    Come on who wouldn’t have a crush on something like that. But the guys fucking attitude ruined his looks...

Who am I kidding? The kid is still super attractive.

    “Put me down asshole!” I yelped although if we were under different circumstances I would’ve loved his attention. He ignored me and his friends took cheap shots to my head as we all moved out of the small patch of woods I’d been smoking in.
    “Stop your squirming faggot!” Jason snapped.

And I did.

Believe it or not this big fucking asshole and I used to be best friends...until I ‘turned’ gay. Then he hated me...I think he had a crush on me around that time though so I don’t know why he couldn’t just say it.

    It makes me sad that he hated my guts because I really like him...he used to be so kind to me.

    “Jason?” I whispered.
    “What do you want faggot?” He hissed back making his friends snicker and me wince.
    “Why don’t you like me anymore?” I made sure only he could hear my question and watched as the back of his neck tinged pink.

    I was shoved off his shoulder and yelped as my hands met the cold metal of the ‘merry-go-round’ that sat in the middle of the playground behind the elementary school.
    “I never liked you!”Jason sneered down at me.
    “You’re such a liar!” I yelled. Seriously don’t ask me what possessed me to yell at this monster of a guy that I knew could kill me. I was just angry at him,
    “We used to be friends Jason! I remember it and so do you, in elementary school you used to spin me on this very merry-go-round!” I screamed.

Again, I was very angry. Jason’s eyes flashed fondly at the memory I explained and I think he smiled a little.

Maybe this would be the last day I was mercilessly beaten up.

    A statement like thats is too good to be true.

    “He wants to spin on the merry-go-round guys! Why don’t we give him a hand,” I snapped my head around to look at the guy earlier identified as Mason. He stared back at me with a venomous smile as the two other boys of the group advanced upon the piece of play ground equipment. Out of habit I grabbed the two bars nearest to me and held on tight.

    They all laughed as I spun around and around becoming sicker and sicker as I was spun faster and faster. The world stopped spinning soon enough and I felt a pair of hands grab at my hair and pull me down onto the snow covered ground.

    “Had enough yet?” Mason sneered. My eyes scanned the surroundings before landing on Jasons face. Which portrayed a sort of Mona Lisa expression. The kind of expression where you didn’t want to smile but you did a little to please someone.

I turned back to Mason.

    “Fuck you,” I hissed barely above a whisper.

Mason immediately grabbed the front of my shirt and brought his fist back then driving it into my face until I felt warm blood trickle down from the nose and over my lips. My eye was throbbing and the pain in my nose was enough to make my knees weak so when mason let go I fell to the ground.

    “What the fuck Mason! I wanna help!”

God I hate the boy sometimes. Jason’s tone wasn’t even an evil one to me the way he said that was so playful... dear god.

Mason laughed and waved Jason over. Jason gave me three hard kicks in the gut before crouching down and lifting my head up by my hair.

    “I told you I never liked you,” he laughed.

Here’s something about me, I hate to cry. Feel completely useless when I do but this was...it just sucked so bad that I couldn’t help it.
    “Aww Jason I think you broke his little heart,” Mason cooed. “Looks like he has the hots for you,”

Jason grimaced and dropped my head.

    “He’s disgusting,” he growled. They left me there then. With my nose leaking blood into the snow and my tears helping along the procession.

    I finally pushed myself up with a few grunts of pain and shuffled my way home, making sure to take the long way to avoid them.
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    When I opened the door to my house I wasn’t welcomed by the warm scent of dinner or the fire crackling away in the fire place.

    Instead it was my mothers consistent wails calling up from her bedroom and my father rounding the corner with his face twisted in distress.

    “What’s wrong with mom?” I asked.
    “She had a bad dream Crispin everything’s fine. Clean yourself up and get ready for dinner,” he snapped. I nodded in understanding at home snippity he was being.

When she had her dreams he got nervous so it was best if I stayed in my room for awhile. Seeing me seemed to set her off more she’d stand there and scream that I wasn’t her son.

It hurt although she never meant it.

So I went to my room. And that’s where I stayed.

A/N

My first Crispin chapter it was actually quite difficult because I'm not as familiar with him as Cinder but I still love him as dearly as all my other characters. Jason infuriates me although I'm the one who created him. Hopefully I figure out how to put pics in for my characters :P if I do then the pic in this one will be Crispin himself :)