This Isn't Me

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

I continued to block all of Adam’s attacks, our swords clashing together with a fast, steady rhythm, creating sparks from the tension between them. Adam’s face was controlled by a focused image, as was mine, set with blank expressions. He looked like he actually had to think while fighting me. I managed to twist his blade from his hand, flipping it over behind me and leaving my blade close to his face and neck.

“Damn, what the hell happened, when did you become good?” Jerome asked. I put the blade back in its sheath, which was still on my back, then turned and pulled Adam’s sword out of the ground where it had landed, inserting itself into the soil. I then handed the sword to Adam. He smiled, even if I’d defeated him.

“Well done, I guess I need some more practice then.” He determined, shaking my hand as he sheathed his own blade. That counts as a compliment, right? I gently shook his firm, strong, yet soft hand. My skin compared to his was a bit pale, and his hair looked fluffy, curling loosely like it always has. The sun lit up his face, and his smile was divine. Damn it…

“Alright, well, with that out of the way, let’s eat breakfast!” Mitch stated, standing and rushing inside, Jerome following close behind. Adam, Ian, and I all followed, sitting at the table as we were passed our breakfast, bacon and eggs, with a side of sliced apple. I ate quietly, adding a comment here or there while they all talked, until eventually I finished, standing and washing my plate.

“How you feeling Ty?” Ian questioned, washing his plate as well.

“Honestly, terrible.” They all looked to me.

“If you felt terrible, then why’d you agree to fight? We didn’t have to, you know.” Adam objected.

“Its fine, I just need to lie down most likely, rest a while.” I insisted. “Don’t worry about me, go do what you need to do. I’ll be fine, and I’ll come and get you if something’s wrong.” I went upstairs, returning with my journal, quill, and ink jar, setting myself up in the living room.

3rdS/1stP/28thD

I’ve been telling everyone about me liking someone. So far, Jerome, Mitch, and Ian all know. Other than that, I need to tell Adam. Once I’ve talked with Adam, they’re all going to try and figure out who I like, but I doubt they’ll know, considering they don’t know I’m gay yet, but I’ll tell them… maybe next year? No, I need to tell them soon, so I will, like I promised myself last year. Ok, I can do this. I can’t tell Adam now, but I can tell him tonight. Definitely tonight. He needs to know today. Deep breaths, you can do this. Distract yourself for now, read the papers Adam got you last night, find out what the Endermen have been up too.

Deadlox

I closed the book and set it in my lap, closing the lid on the jar of ink and setting it all onto the table, grabbing the papers and flipping through them, skimming them.

Gromwell destroyed…

Central city: Section 1 destroyed…