The Love Bite [boyxboy]

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen (Nicholas)

This couldn't be happening.

Alexander Grey loved me, I know he did. The way he looked at me and the fact that I'd seen him cry for the first time since elementary school... He had to love me. So why wasn't he fighting to be with me? Was Storm threatening him or something?

I didn't understand.

Alex obviously didn't love Storm. He loved me. Storm knew that, he had to of. Alex made it so obvious, and yet, Storm refused to buckle down just for Alex. He didn't love Alex as much as I did. No one loved Alex as much as I did.

I had been in love with Alex for as long as I could remember, since the day we met when Alex was only ten-years-old. We'd been sitting in one of those D.A.R.E programs, waiting for the speaker to come in. The teacher had sat me next to Alex, who sat there like some kind of proper gentlemen with his hands on his thighs, his legs dangling off the edge of his seat.

It was almost comical to see someone with such a baby face try to be an adult. I thought he was weird at first, sure. He had no friends and when people talked to him, he stuttered or stared quietly back as if he were trying to read your mind. He was constantly picked on by the other kids. In fact, that very day, he was sporting a dark bruise on his left cheek and a Band-Aid in the corner of his mouth.

He always wore nice, expensive clothes. His family owned the Wolf Creek hospital, which was pretty big and funded by large companies from all over the state, maybe even the country. He was wearing a pair of designer blue jeans and a cute blue, button up shirt. His feet barely touched the floor as he sat there quietly while everyone else chatted.

"You're weird." I told him. Alex blinked and looked at me with big blue eyes and I felt like I'd been kicked in the chest.

He was beautiful.

I was a boy and I thought another boy was beautiful. Was that weird too?

I couldn't help it, though. He was such a beautiful boy with hair like blonde silk that reached just under his ears and eyes like blue crystals. His skin was baby soft and still childish. He blinked owlishly at first, then I watched as his baby cheeks turned pink and he squirmed a little uncomfortably.

"M'sorry." He apologized quietly. I studied him for a moment, then smiled.

"That's okay. I'm weird too." I answered. Of course I was. I loved another boy instantly. I felt a tug toward him, like it was meant to be. Alex blushed even more, wiggling in his seat and looking at his feet.

"Nuh uh," He responded, making me tilt my head to look at him, "You're normal, and cool. You have lots of friends. Everyone likes you." I smiled.

"And I'm still weird. People can like weird people." I offered. Alex glanced at me out the corner of his eye with a look that certainly didn't look like a child's look. It was an adult expression of pain.

"Not me."

He never said anything after that. Even so, I continued to watch him all through middle school. I noticed that he wasn't experiencing the same thing others were in middle school. His face never broke out and was always smooth and soft, like a porcelain doll's. His hair was never greasy or cut badly. His clothes were never sagging off his body or hugging him tightly, they fit just perfectly. He wasn't caught up in drama or sent to the principal's office. His grades never fell and only increased.

He was student of the month all three years of middle school. He was always given awards.

He was the first student. The golden boy of Wolf Creek.