The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 15
The game went pretty much as expected. From what I had heard, the Harvesters were completely useless. I don't usually listen to rumors because I've heard some nasty ones that weren't true. Mostly about me. But if you hear the rumor and then see it, that's a whole different thing.
The Ravens were conquering. Our team was ruthless. One thing the Harvesters can't say is that we went easy on them. Through most of the game they were on the ground. I mean literally. They got tackled every time. Even when they tried to tackle our guys they ended up under them instead. My knowledge of sports is practically nonexistent, but even I know that you don't want to get tackled. It hurts. A lot!
What surprised me the most, however, was how ruthless Isaac and Darryl were. I expected it from Darryl because I've seen how bad he can get. I would never wish that on my worst enemy. But I never expected it from Isaac. He fucking crushed them! Literally.
The Harvesters never stood a chance, and that just made me feel sad for them. They were trying their hardest and that's what counts, right.
So, it ended up with a Raven's victory. I think I may have hearing damage from everyone screaming. Especially girls. And they wonder why I'm gay. No offense ladies. I love you.
Now I'm standing by the entrance to the locker room, waiting for Isaac to finish up with his shower. I could go in and wait, but I don't want a repeat of the last time. Or maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea. But he was uncomfortable with me being there so I didn't want to make him angry again.
The chill in the air still sends shivers through me even though I have my jacket on. Melissa wanted to wait with me, but I told her I was fine. She didn't even bother to argue; she just gave me a thumbs up and left. A little too quickly if you ask me. There's supposedly another party after the game tonight.
All that will consist of is getting smashed beyond recovery and other things. I like to learn from my mistakes and getting drunk was a huge mistake. Although that mistake brought me closer to the best man in my life.
"Boo!"
Someone jerks me from behind.
I crane my neck and stare at him, with a raised eyebrow.
"Wow, you're quite the hard ass, aren't you?" Darryl asked, surprised.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I said with a smirk after turning to face him.
"Is that an invitation?" he asked, stepping closer.
"Sorry sailor, I'm already taken. Although he hasn't put a ring on it," I said, laughing at my joke.
"So, I heard about your date. Isaac couldn't wait to flaunt it in my face," he said with a forced chuckle.
"Yeah, he got a bit jealous when he heard about my promise to you, so he told me to go on a date with him. He practically blackmailed me you know," I said, feigning anger, but still smiling.
"Did I ever stand a chance?" he asked, seriously.
"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to keep the playfulness, but failing.
"Come on, Deacon. I think you're smart enough to figure it out," he said, sighing.
"You can't really… I mean… it's not possible… do you…"
"Yes, Deacon, I like you. A fucking lot, and I know I messed up, but I won't forgive myself if I don't ask you. So, was there any chance that it could have been me?" he asks, staring straight into my eyes.
I don't know what to say. I'm not going to lie, I've had this thought in the back of my mind for a while now, but I just pushed it back. There was no way he could like me. Then again, there was no way he could be into guys either.
"I'm sorry, Darryl," I said as carefully as possible.
"Huh. I guess I fucked up. You don't need to be sorry. I'm such a fucking idiot for doing all that shit to you. I wish I could just go back and stop myself. Then I wouldn't have lost you to him," he said, while pacing and raking his hands through his hair.
"No. You don't get to use that," I said seriously.
He stops and looks at me.
"Yeah, you did some stuff you're not proud of. Well, so did the rest of the world. But unlike the majority of them, I forgave you. So, you don't get to use that as a reason. I like you as a friend and the reason, the only reason why there won't be more is that I'm too damn in like with Isaac," I said.
"Then you won't be angry when I do this, right?" he asks, while stepping closer to me.
"Do what…"
I don't get time to finish before his lips are attached to mine. My first thought is to push him away before Isaac sees this, but something in me just allows it to happen. I don't push him away, but I don't accept it either. I just let it happen.
He doesn't push his tongue further in. It's just a soft and almost careful kiss. I know that we won't be doing anything more than this and I have a feeling that he knows it too. He's not doing this to force himself on me, but as a goodbye to what he wanted from me. A first and last kiss.
When we break apart and my eyes open, I look deep into his eyes and see him smile.
"Thanks for giving me that," he said shyly.
"You're welcome," I whisper back.
When we pull further apart, I see Isaac walking slowly towards us. One would think he's just strolling. But if it weren't for the lights, I wouldn't be able to see the rage in his eyes. He's like a lion stalking it's prey. He's not running, but taking his time. Like he's going to enjoy himself.
"You need to run!" I said quickly to Darryl.
"Why?"
Before I knew it, he was thrown to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Isaac stalks towards him, muttering under his breath.
"Isaac!" I said, jumping in front of him.
"Get out of my way," he said through gritted teeth, still walking forward.
"Isaac, it's not what it looked like," I said, while pushing and failing miserably to stop him.
"Then please, Deacon! Tell me what the fuck it looks like! Because if you even so much as think…"
"Isaac!" I said.
"… about leaving me, you have another think coming. You are mine. Mine! And no fucking jackass…"
"Isaac!"
"… is going to take you away from me. If anyone even tries, I will fucking kill them, do you hear me. I will end them…"
"Isaac!" I scream at my loudest.
That seems to have gotten his attention because he stops and stares at me. What I see in those eyes that used to show nothing but compassion towards me, now show hate and rage, but also hurt.
"I'm not leaving you. I will never, ever think of leaving you," I said, tears brimming my eyes.
"What? But I saw you…"
"What you saw was me acknowledging you as mine. Yes, we kissed, but I didn't stop him because I knew that kiss would change nothing. I love you, Isaac, and only you, and nobody is going to be able to change that. They would have to move a fucking mountain…"
"What did you just say?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"I said that the kissing meant nothing, Isaac," I said desperately.
"No. After that," he said breathlessly.
I try to recall what I said, then it hits me. My eyes go wide and my throat starts to tighten. I can feel my heart beating hard against my chest like it wants to burst free.
"I… I said… I said that they would have to move…"
My emotions got the better of me and I try to take the easy way out.
"You said you love me, didn't you?" he asked with a huge smile.
"I… I said… yes, goddamnit, I said it! And I'm not going to take it back. This is how I…"
"I love you too," he said with a humongous grin.
"… feel, and I'm not ashamed to… wait, what?" I asked incredulously.
"I love you, Deacon Forsythe," he said even louder.
It's like my whole world exploded. Time stops and I only see him in front of me. Those three words play inside my head over and over, until it finally registers and I jump on him.
I lock my legs around him and smash our lips together. He holds me up and gives just as much back. The kiss is sloppy, but it contains all our feelings for each other. Our love for one another.
I break the kiss and stare him in the eyes with the biggest smile I can muster. The boy I love has just said he loves me back. He's probably thinking the same thing because his grin is as big as mine.
"Ahem… okay, now that that's out of the way, I guess I'll just leave," Darryl said, interrupting us.
Then I remembered that we had an audience and our moment ends. Isaac breaks our gaze and looks at Darryl with a death glare.
"Touch him again and I will kill you. You got me?" he said coldly.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You can't blame me for wanting at least one kiss. I guess I'll see you at school, Deacon," he said to me with a soft smile.
"Yeah, see you at school, Darryl," I said, smiling back.
I can't go hug him because Isaac has a fucking death grip on my hips. I'm lucky I'm able to just turn to see him.
Darryl walks away and so does Isaac, while I'm in his arms. I take the chance to look at the boy I love. Those amazing eyes and kissable lips. His rigid jaw and high cheekbones. Everything about him. I feel my heart swell with so much emotion it hurts. But the good kind of hurt.
He opens the car door and slides me inside, then walks around and gets behind the wheel and starts the car. He looks at me and grabs my hand with his, intertwining our fingers and bringing it towards his mouth, kissing the back of my hand softly, while closing his eyes.
He looks back at me for a second, still holding my hand, and drives away.
I look out the window and then I remember I don't remember where our date is going to be.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"The hotel."
"But I thought…"
"I'll take you to a restaurant another time, babe. Hell, I'll fucking buy you one. But right now, I want to show you how much I love you. How much you mean to me. I can't wait any longer," he said while picking up speed.
I don't argue, because that's exactly what I want, so I keep quiet and we settle into a comfortable silence.
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