-•PRESLEY•-
I didn't startle when Ross tapped me on the shoulder. I almost expected him to seek me out throughout the day.
It was the afternoon and I sat on a bench in front of the school, waiting for Nathan. Ross sat next to me. As I looked at the way he smiled at me, I hoped that Tyler didn't find anything on Ross. I hoped that he wasn't who Nathan thought he was.
"Presley...," Ross trailed off, looking uncertain.
"Yes?," I whispered.
"I just need to get this out. Will you listen?," he asked.
I nodded. "Of course."
He took a deep breath, then spoke again. "I'm sorry if I've ever been too...pushy. I'm sorry if I've ever made you uncomfortable, okay?," Ross said. "It's not my intention, I just haven't been myself recently."
I wasn't expecting that.
"Don't worry about it," I smiled softly. "You haven't done anything wrong."
"Yes, I have," he sighed. "I kissed you without your permission. And after that, I kept pushing the idea of a relationship on you. It wasn't right."
He sounded so sincere. He was being sincere. I found myself giving his hand a quick squeeze. "You want to be forgiven?," I asked. "Is that what you want?"
He turned his attention towards the floor, "I don't know, Presley. It just seemed like I should tell you that."
"You feel better?," I asked.
He turned to me with his pearly white smile and laughed. "Yeah, I think I do."
I giggled along with him.
I saw Nathan's black Jeep pull into the parking lot I and quickly scrambled to grab my bag.
"I have to go," I told Ross. "See you tomorrow?"
Ross winked. "Of course."
It shouldn't have made me blush, but it did.
Once I found my way to the car, I hopped in. The scent inside was purely Nathan. Pinewood and gunfire.
"Still best buddies with the enemy I see," he muttered.
I poked him. He faced me.
"Don't poke me," he warned.
"Don't be jealous, I'm still your friend too," I said quietly.
Nathan scoffed. "I'm not jealous of him. I don't get jealous."
I giggled. "Everyone does, even me."
His lips went up in a boyish smirk. "I know you do."
My cheeks burned red and I turned away from him. "I wasn't jealous of that girl at the party."
He started the engine. "I didn't say you were. You said that."
I whirled on him. "I said no such thing."
Nathan pulled out of the parking lot and soon we were speeding away from the school.
"Nathan?," I asked, fiddling with a stray strand on my jeans.
He looked over at me briefly then refocused on the road. "Yeah, kid?"
I hated how he still called me 'kid', I wasn't even that much younger than him. If I mentioned it though, he'd insist on it even more.
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Need Him (BxB)
Romance[LGBTQ+ Romance] #1 in teenage 1/10/22 #2 in teenagers 1/ 18/22 #2 in healer 1/10/2022 #3 in healer 1/14/2022 #7 in gay 1/12/2022 Presley Flint was thirteen when his mother died. From that point on, his life seemed to be turned upside down. At...