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Adam’s P.O.V.
I woke up in a room somewhere in my school. I could tell it was in the school, because the noise outside was the sound of people running up and down and people screaming and laughing. The door opened, and I flinched at the sound; it hurt my head. Geez, if Danny saw me like this, he would be laughing so hard. I hate him. He hates me. The world revolves around him and I am just a lonely planet watching his perfect life.
“Mr Ericson? Adam?” said a calm voice. I had never been in our medical area, but everyone knew Mrs Pard. Mrs Pard is fat and has a rosy-red glow around her chubby cheeks. She is kind and wonderful. But the voice that had called out my name wasn’t hers. It wasn’t even female. A man walked in, and in truth, all I did was gawk at him. Honestly, I have never found men attractive. But this guy. Wow. He had short hair dyed green, a leather jacket over a very tight-fitting Pink Floyd t-shirt, and skinny black jeans with red converses at the bottom. The tag on his top said ‘Jake’. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His eyes scanned the room, and for the first time, I realised I wasn’t alone. There were about six other people in the room. ‘Jake’ walked around the room until he came to me, and pointed at me and said ‘Adam?’
I nodded, my mouth having gone completely dry. He smiled a heart-breaking smile, and I felt my face flush. His eyes widened with concern, and he put a cool hand to my burning forehead. Impossibly, my skin seemed to get even hotter. I removed my eyes from his beautiful face and looked at the floor.
“Are you feeling okay? Your temperature has risen. Do you need a glass of water?” I nodded. I really needed water. My throat and mouth had dried, and I could feel my face heating up. As Jake walked off, I felt my face with the back of my hand. Damn. You could fry an egg on that. In fact, you could cook a full English breakfast on my face. I grinned as the image came into my head.
“Here’s your water. I hope it’s still cold, it’s from my backpack.” He gestured to a blue and black striped backpack resting next to where I was sitting.
I opened the bottle carefully and took a sip. I grinned. It was still quite cold, and it tasted faintly of lime. He smelled of lime as well. He sat next to me on the pale infirmary bed. He put his hand on my forehead again and nodded. He took out a notepad and a pencil and jotted something down. He turned to me and flashed a smile in my direction.
“So you’re Adam. Ou of curiosity, why are you in here? I read your file, and you seem like a fairly domestic guy. Whereas that Daniel guy… he seems like the kind of kid that is always getting into fights and the like.” His voice was perfect. Kind of deep, with a seriously sexy accent. Scottish?
I realised he had asked me a question and I answered him with a simple “I got into a fight with Daniel Parkers. It didn’t end well.”
Jake laughed, a sexy ass laugh that made me melt into pure gloop. I smiled and he looked at me thoughtfully. He then noticed all the other people in the infirmary, most of whom just hadn’t been dismissed yet. He eyed them, and then stood up and yelled: “Move your asses out of here unless your name is Adam or Nick (a guy with a medical condition that meant he fainted all the time). Nick was currently resting, and he didn’t stir while the others shuffled out, moaning about how unfair life was. Once they had left, Jake walked over to where Nick was sleeping and pulled the curtains around his bed. Jake then returned to sit next to me.
I looked into his murky grey eyes and whispered “How bad are my injuries, Jake?” Again, he took out his little notebook and opened it. He read out: “Black right eye, broken nose and deep cut in the back of the head.” He looked at me again, and asked “Can I see the back of your head again, please?” I nodded slightly, and turned my head.
His fingers gingerly traced the crown of my head. I winced as his fingers brushed over the gash. His fingers traced around the cut, and instead of it making me wince, it made me gasp. In pleasure, not in pain, but I pretended that it hurt, so that he didn’t get the wrong idea. His fingers slowly began wandering down to the back of my neck, and my eyes shut at the amazing feeling that was unfurling in the pit of my stomach. His fingers danced around to my front, his chest pressed against my back. His hands splayed out and started moving along my body.
My brain was telling me that this was too fast, but my body was telling me to just go with it. I rested my head against Jake’s shoulder and let the sensation of his hands take me over.
I opened my eyes to see what Jake’s expression was, and what I saw amazed me. His eyes were wide open and his gaze was following the path of his hands. His mouth was open in a small ‘o’ shape. He noticed me looking at him, and smiled softly. “Not bad for a first date” he murmured. Wait, what? ‘Date’? Oh. My. Sandwiches.
Jake gently took my arm, and turned me around to face him again. He straddled me, put his arms around my neck, his fingers intertwined with my hair. He closed the gap between us, until there was a millimeter of space between my lips and his. He bit his lip seductively. “You okay with this, Adam?” he enquired, glancing into my eyes. I nodded slowly, my eyes not leaving his. His hands twirled the ends of my hair round and round, his feet brushing my thigh. He gingerly placed his tender lips on mine.
My eyes widened with surprise, and then fluttered shut when Jake decided to deepen the kiss. His tongue prodded my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I granted his wish, and he immediately turned what had been a slow kiss, into a passionate and wanting kiss. I moaned loudly, enjoying every moment.
And that was when Danny walked in.
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