The Long Run (BoyxBoy-teacher/student) *Completed*

Chapter 11

With my black hair wet and covering my forehead I reach for my towel and pull it over my waist. Using another one I rub it through my hair until it’s dry enough to spike up and off my face. I hang it back up on the rack and leave the room. As I stand outside both Reign’s and my door I listen. He’s got the music up loudly, an unfamiliar song playing.

I stand there for a little longer and just as I’m about to turn around and walk into my room, the door opens. Reign freezes in place as so do I. We stare at each other until he finally clears his throat and walks away and downstairs, not glancing back once.

When he’s out of sight I finally turn and walk into my room, closing the door tightly. I lean my back against it and run a hand through my hair. I can never get used to seeing him in my house, walking around so casually.

I quickly get changed into sweat pants and a hoodie before leaving the room. I walk downstairs slowly and when I turn into the living room, a head full of dirty blonde hair belonging to Reign is resting on the back of the couch, South Park playing on the screen.

I fall into the single sofa and watch the TV but let my mind wonder elsewhere. To the conversation we had earlier. Taking the remote from Reign I press the power button and the TV turns black. “Hey.” He groans, trying to get it back but I hold it out of reach.

“I want you to tell me what’s up,” I say, “You’re not talking to me any other way so I’m going to force you to tell me.”

He sighs and leans back into the couch, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to say how you feel.”

“About what?” He asks, his hands in slight fists.

“Everything.” I reply, If this doesn’t work I don’t know what will.

“You want to know how I feel about everything?” He laughs sarcastically, leaning his head on the back of the couch.

I nod and he sits normally again. “Okay, I don’t know what’s going on even after 2 months of being here! I don’t know where my mum is, I haven’t even met my dad and then there’s you!” He yells with frustrated tears in his eyes threatening to spill, “You frustrate me more than anything! I don’t know why you’re doing this for me, keeping me here when you’re only my teacher.”

I sigh and relax back into the char, “You’ll see your dad eventually and your mum’ll be back.” I say, “And as for me, I’m doing this because I care about you.”

“Why would you care about me? Why didn’t I go stay with Byron or Drew?” He says, “Or even Floyd, they seem to know me more than you do.”

I shrug, “That’s just how it is, some things you just don’t get to choose.” I say, “Is there anything else on your mind.”

The fight seems to drain out of him and his eyes glass over, “Why’s my dad in jail?” He asks, “What did he do that’s so bad?”

I swallow sharply, the saliva feeling like a blade cutting at my throat. “He hurt you.” Is all I can think to say.

He shakes his head, “He wouldn’t do that, he’s my dad.” He says as if he’s trying to fight off a piece of him that’s telling him otherwise, “Dads don’t hurt their children.”

I shake my head, “Some do, and it just happened that yours was one of them.”

His hands shake in their fists, “No, you’re lying.” He says standing up, “He loved me, I know it.”

I mimic him and stand, “You can’t even remember him, how would you know if he loved you?” He takes a step back.

“I can remember, only just, but I can remember.”

“What can you remember exactly?” I ask, hopefully.

His eyes zone out to another world, “I remember him touching me, loving me and all of my body.”

My face drops as I relise what he’s remembering, “Oh Reign.” Is all I can manage to say at the minute.

“He did love me.” He says, “He loved me more than anyone else did, everyone else left me!” He yells and attempts to run away but I reach out just in time and wrap my arms around him.

He struggles against me as the tears fall over his eyes. “I know he loved me, he had to.” His body goes rigid in my arms and I sink to the floor with him in my lap.

“Some people are incapable of love.” I say truthfully.

What seems like hours he stays in my arms, crying until his tears run dry. I pull him closer to me and he pulls his head up, looking me in the eyes. It’s as he’s looking at me that I finally notice the small piece of heart that’s been left in my chest, the smallest piece that loves him the most.

He’s the one to lean forwards and press our lips together, they sync together so smoothly that it’s first nature. I run my tongue over his bottom lip, the salty taste of tears against them. He grants me entrance and I use that to memorise every bump and groove I can. At first the kiss is slow and tempting but as the seconds roll past so does the caged feelings of lust and temptation.

It turns to a more urgency, our lips pressed hard together as I push him to the carpet and lean over him. He wraps his legs around my waist tightly, never wanting to let go. I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling at the tips slightly. I pull back and lean my forehead against his, out of breath and sore. My lips tingle with the ghost of a kiss and my hands shake from the fading adrenalin.

He looks up at me, his hair falling over his eyes, mouth ajar with heavy breaths. “What just happened?” He asks with a shaky voice.

That’s when reality finally comes crushing down on me. But this time I don’t let it push me into the ground, no, this time I press my lips against Reign’s until I don’t care anymore. “Love, that’s what happened.”