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“Oh my god, why are you here at 3 in the fucking morning?!” I whisper-yelled at tony as he clumsily climbed in the window. It was now the next week and school was finally out, and I had secluded myself for a self care week. Which meant not talking to many friends, shutting myself in, turning on music and darklight stuff, and zoning out all the time. Or well, the first part was semi-correct, most came to visit and see if I wasnt dead. Except for Tony, which I didnt know why he was here.
“Please let me fuck you.” he said out of nowhere. “Oh my lord, if thats why your here, then you might as well just leave, because we arent gonna fuck. Ever.” I said, pushing him back to the window. “Wait Wait! What do I have to do?!” he said, easily pushing me back.
“There isnt anything you can do! Just realize you made a mistake and try to do better next time!” I yelled at him, a begging look on his face. “I-I-Is it Makayla? Is Makayla stopping this? I-I can fix that.” he painfully stutters as he pulls out his phone and quickly starts typing out something.
“Oh no you dont!” I said as I swiped his phone away from him, though he tackled me and hit the send button. “Why are you doing all of this?!” I shouted as I pushed him off of me.
“Because I want you!” he said as he fell back and slid down my wall, putting his face in his hands. “I-I cant keep this up. I started dating her because I wanted to get closer to you. I-I-I though you would fall under my spell, like all the girls do, and just give in. But you didnt.” he said, picking his head up, revealing teary eyes. “Its the same reason I like you so much. Because… You-Your different.”
I sat on my bed and looked at him, “we’ve got too many gay crybaby jocks at my damn school.” I muttered to myself. “Your really stupid, you know that right?” I said to him, hearing a little sad yeah from him. I got on my knees to his level and pulled his head from his hands. “You should’ve took more time to plan this, but ill give you a little something for effort.” I whispered to him, leaning in to kiss him.
He immedently pushed forward and kissed me, as if he was starved from affection for his whole life. Or maybe he knew this was his last time he was gonna be able to do this. I let him slip his tounge in my mouth and devour me. As I pulled back, he went with me, not wanting to let go. But I pushed him off, looking back into his eyes, which were filled with lust and pain. I stood up, and he stood with me. He kept his stormy silver eyes on mine as we laid in the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kept his head in my chest, as if he was a scared little child. He spent the night, slept on my chest, and never moved a muscle. I laid huddled up in his huge arms, writing my latest song.
Weak boy.
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