I Kissed A Boy [boyxboy]

I Kissed A Boy: Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine (Blake's POV)

The next day was probably the second worst day of my entire life on this planet. Upon waking up, the house was eeriely silent, even though everyone was awake. Danny didn't say anything to me, but he didn't need to. I could feel it.

He was upset.

He also looked extremely exhausted, like he hadn't slept a wink last night. His eyelids drooped, dark circles under them and he yawned at least every ten seconds, which in turn made everyone else yawn. Hell, I yawned just thinking about how many times he did!

The car ride was no better. He didn't say anything to me as we got in and headed down the street. He kept his sleepy eyes out the window and I felt my heart squelch. I shouldn't have jumped him last night. It made things even worse. As if everyone taunting him at school wasn't going to be enough, so he was gonna try to avoid me. I knew it. And I wasn't going to stop him. A few days away from each other would be better. We'd have time to straighten things out and forget.

And hopefully forgive.

After we pulled up and got out, I started to say something, but Danny turned his back on me and I felt a fissure of irritation shoot up my back as I glared after him before I easily caught up and caught his arm to tug him to a stop.

"What?!" Danny cried in obvious exasperation, ripping his arm out of my grip and taking a long step back away from me. I didn't hide the cringe I felt.

"Danny, look. I'm sorry for what I did last night. I shouldn't have done it. I jumped you out of nowhere and-"

"Stop," Danny interrupted, holding his hand up and sighing, "It's... I don't want to think about that right at this second, ya know?" He glanced around at the students that were filing into the school and I fell silent, frowning as I watched Danny fidget. He was making that face again.

Scrunching his cute nose up and looking down at his feet while he fiddling with his fingers.

"Can we just take a break? Like, not talk for a couple days? I seriously need to get my head on straight because you're..." His voice trailed. I stared at him, then nodded slowly. I didn't know what to say. I wanted him to finish. I'm what? A jerk? A pervert? A  creep?

He didn't finish and just nodded in return, then pulled the hood of his dark gray sweatshirt over his head before he turned and left. I didn't follow him. I wanted to get back in my car and drive home. What's the point of going to school if I can't see Danny? That was the only reason why I wanted to come.

I know it was stupid. But I was a stupid person. What intelligent person blackmails someone they like? What kind of person jumped the person they liked? And who in their right mind would ever like a self-centered, ditzy, jocky brat like Danny Carter?

Oh. Right. That'd be me.

I sighed wearily and finally dragged myself into the building. Music pounded through the speakers overhead as people laughed and chattered noisily. Ahh, the sounds of Homecoming week.

It's like a headache handed out on a platter for free.

What pleased me personally, though, was that today everyone seemed to avoid me even more than usual. It was like I had the plague or something. If I walked by, they turned away and fell silent until I passed as if anything that spoke about mattered to me.

At one time, it did. Now it didn't. Because the only thing on my mind was Danny. Were they treating him like this too? Or were they mocking him? I don't quite know how I'd handle that. Probably with a chair over their heads and their tongues around their throats.