Category : Stories

Sub Category : Romance

I felt comfortable with him, I don't know what was going on with me these days, I felt like I could be myself without being judged, but I was still being cautious, I didn't want to do something I would regret later. 

I sighed softly, I felt a nudge on my shoulder and turned my head towards Scott, I looked at the direction he was pointing. I frowned a bit.

There he was. But he was not alone, Ethan was leaning against a tree, a boy leaning on him and kissing his jaw. My stomach turned into a knot. I don't get what's going on with me. I don't even like guys.

I looked away, I heard Scott's laugh and looked at him frowning a bit. "Are you hooked for him?" He asked. I shook my head.

"I don't like boys...I think" I whispered the last part. No. I was totally sure I didn't like boys. But then... why am I feeling betrayed? 

I stood slowly and grabbed my bag. I looked at Scott. "Where are you going?" He asked looking at me. 

I nodded at the building "to class, I have to go" he waved and started walking, before entering inside he turned around and saw Scott walking towards Ethan and the other guy. I shook my head and walked inside.

The rest of the classes went by fast. I could feel some eyes on me and hear some whispers, the good thing was that neither Ethan or Ryan where in the class, nor was Scott. 

When the last bell rang I stood and started putting my books in my bag. When I was going to walk out I heard the teacher calling me. I walked over to him. "Logan, you have to go to the infirmary, one of your friends is there." 

I blinked, I didn't have friends. I rushed out and got into the infirmary. Scott was sitting down with his shirt stained with blood and his lip broken, he had a blue eye and was holding an ice bag on his head. I couldn't help but gasp. 

"What in the world happened to you" I said as walked over to him, he shrugged and just looked at me. "What did you do? Where were you?" I asked as grabbed some alcohol and sat in front of him being careful he didn't touch me. 

I gently held his chin and started cleaning his lip, he winced and moved away, but I held him there. "This is what you get for getting into fights" I muttered and kept cleaning his lip. I moved back and stared at him.  

Why am I caring? I shouldn't care. I should leave and be the pathetic afraid boy I am. I sighed and as he wasn't going to talk I grabbed my school bag. "Is your mom coming to get you?" I asked him. 

He shook his head and showed me he had car keys. I nodded and walked to the door, when I grabbed the knob a pair of arms wrapped around my waist making me tense and start sweating. 

I started gasping for air, I saw the concerned expression of Scott. I felt my cheeks get wet with my tears and then I felt nothing.