The Fishing Trip [✨Jamilton✨]

Chapter 13

The chapter in which you get to read a kissing scene written by someone who has never kissed a person in their life.

Alex POV

Thomas is holding me just like before, when he starts talking.

"I have something I need to tell you, Lex."

"Uh, ok?" I say nervously, shifting in his lap.

"I think-I think I love you..." he says softly, and my heart immediately soars. There's butterflies in my stomach as I pull my head away to look at him.

"Are you being serious right now?" I ask him with a smile on my face. This can't be happening!

"Yeah..." He's blushing, and even looks a little... scared?

"I think love you too..." I say happily, and as soon as the words are out of my mouth, his lips are pressed against mine. I of course kiss back, and the taste is indescribable. His lips are so soft, and I tilt my head to deepen the kiss, wanting more and more. His hand is in my hair, and I just feel so good right now, like I could do this forever and ever.

My eyes flutter open, and there's a sinking feeling in my chest when I realize that I was dreaming, and I am once again curled up in Thomas's lap. Haha suckers, not yet! I start blushing as soon as I realize what I just dreamed about. It felt so real, and it now has me longing to be kissed by Thomas for real, because if that was just me dreaming, what would it really be like? Of course there's no way he likes me like that, but a man can dream...

After a couple fruitless attempts at going back to sleep to continue my dream, I feel Thomas's hand slip into my hair. I guess an upside to this is that I have finally woken up before him. But I'm soon blushing as I remember how his hand felt in my hair when he was kissing me. It was a fucking dream, Alex, get it together!

"Good, you're up already. I didn't want to have to wake you up myself this early." He tells me with that southern accent I've come to like very much. I yawn. "Geez, I actually better get up now, cause I need to run home to change my clothes!" He adds, and it's only then I realize that he probably wasn't even planning on staying the night. I quickly sit up.

"Oh my god, you didn't have to stay the night! I'm so sorry, I guess I just fell asle-" he cuts me off.

"Hey, it's totally fine! I'll just go change at my house and I'll come back and pick you up, k?" I nod at him, and now that I can see his face my blush is even worse, and I want to slap myself. Why would my subconscious do this to me??

After school, I'm walking to my car when I see Reynolds stalking up to me out of the corner of my eye, and I'm instantly worried. Thomas isn't here, what do I do? I try to summon some of the energy I used to have, and turn around to face him.

"What do you want, Reynolds?" I try to look annoyed, instead of scared, which is how I am actually feeling.

"Haha, oh nothing, I just wanted to remind you of your place, don't think that it's changed now that you've somehow brainwashed Jefferson. He's not here to protect you now!" He growls at me, and then basically throws me into a car. He kicks my legs, and they instantly buckle, as I was already ready to collapse.

"You're so weak," he scowls at me, and then he's kicking me, over and over, while I just curl into a ball to try to protect myself. Where is Thomas? He said he would protect me!

I stumble into my house, on the verge of collapsing again. How am I supposed to tend to my injuries when I feel like I can barely move? I take off all my clothes and lean against the wall, looking in the mirror to try to see where the worst of it was. I almost puked at the sight. There's bruises littering all across my abdomen, just starting to get darker, and my arm is bleeding from falling to the ground. Shit. What am I supposed to do?

I contemplate calling Thomas, but he already helped me out so much yesterday, I shouldn't bother him with something unimportant. So I set to work trying to clean myself up. I somehow manage to get the first aid kit out of the cabinet under my sink, by sitting on the floor, but now what? Tears are soon spilling from my eyes as I realize how helpless I am right now. I can't fucking do this!

I try my best to stop crying as I dial Thomas's number, but it only makes me freak out more, and every time I look at myself I can't hold in a sob. If he's busy, I won't bother him, I promise myself, and then press the call button with tears streaming down my face.

"Hi Alex! I didn't get a chance to say hello today after debate, sorry about that!" I sniff.

"Uh-uh, are you b-busy?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, but utterly failing, especially because my voice cracks on the last word.

"Oh god, Lex are you ok?" He asks, now sounding really worried.

"C-can you come over...?" I request shakily.

"I'm on my way."

"Thank you," I sigh out. Another sob racks my body, and it's just a terrible cycle of me crying, and then it hurting really bad when I cry, making me cry more. I can't bring myself to move off the bathroom floor, so I'm very glad I left the door unlocked. I probably look like shit, and now Thomas is gonna see me like this. Why did I have to call him in my moment of panic instead of John, Laf, or Hercules?

"Fuck Alex, what happened, where are you?" I can hear him yell, and I let out a small whimper. I know it would hurt if I try to yell, so I just have to weakly force out a, "Bathroom."

He soon is at the door, and as soon as he sees me, he immediately starts yelling (also, don't worry yall, Alex put his boxers back on).

"Oh shit, what happened? Who did this, was it Reynolds? Oh my god, I'm so sorry I wasn't there!" He then looks like he realizes something, and then quickly kneels down next to me. "Can you stand?" I try to, but immediately there's a sharp pain in my stomach, and I flop back against the sink. I shake my head, sniffing. He then very gently lifts me off the floor bridal style, and carries me to my bed.

"Alright, I'm gonna clean you up, ok? Don't move."

When he comes back with a cotton ball and some rubbing alcohol, he starts to carefully clean up my wounds.

"Alexander, who the fuck did this to you?" He asks in a low voice again, kinda scaring me. I think he notices that, because his face softens. "I just hate to see you like this, why didn't you call me sooner?"

"I-I didn't want to bother you..." I mumble.

"Oh my-no, you would never, you would never bother me, especially if it was because of an emergency like this! You should've called me right away!" I avert my eyes, embarrassed.

"S-sorry..." I bit my lip nervously, and look back at him. "It was-it was Reynolds... He came up to me while I was going to my car... he said that I needed to be reminded that I wasn't safe from him just because I was friends with you now or something." He has the scary look on his face again.

"Lex, you need to tell someone about this! You can't keep letting him do this!" He looks like he's actually worried about me, and that warms my heart. "I care about you, ok? Promise me you'll at least report him to the principal?" I look away again.

"W-will you come with me then?"

"Of course."

The rest of the day he was very gentle with me, which of course made me fall for him further. I was now wearing his hoodie and my boxers and we'll just pretend the reason is because it would hurt to try and dress myself further, ok? I did become a little self conscious with my shirt off though, I've never been the most confident in my body.

"Can I lay in your lap?" I ask him, my cheeks dusted pink after realizing how weird that sounds to ask.

"Yeah, do you need help moving?" He just answers, with a smirk on his face.

"I think I can do it." I roll my eyes, and shift myself slowly until I'm lying on my back, my head in his lap. But of course the thought that has haunted me for most of the day returns. I want him to kiss me so bad.