New perspective (#1)

Chapter 24

Brendon's POV
I tried to be near Ryan as much as I could for the rest of the day until dinner. We had skipped lunch earlier that day to go outside instead, so I was really hungry.

"I'm starving." I complained.

"We're so starving. I think I'm hungrier than you though." Ryan stuck his tongue out at me when we arrived to the cafeteria which was now cleaned.

"Yeah because you barely eat."

"Good point."

"How can you be so tall if you barely eat?" I pouted.

"Bren, I'm not that tall. I'm only like 5 centimetres taller than you." He chuckled. My heart fluttered at the nickname he gave me. Well, he's given me a lot of nicknames but this one actually sounds good compared to 'forehead'.

"6 centimetres to be exact." I corrected him. He only rolled his eyes at me and held back a grin.

"You know, it feels good to be taller than you." He mumbled with a smirk on his face after a minute of silence. We were getting our food. Pasta was being served.

"Well I've got bigger muscles." I sassed.

"Where? I don't see any muscles." He said and left to go get a table before I could say anything. I thought he was gonna sit at our usual spot, with the others, but he didn't. Instead he picked a table in the corner of the room.

I wasn't sure where to sit. With Ryan or the others. I made up my mind though when the tall guy looked at me with puppy eyes and the others didn't even notice me.

"Why are you sitting here?" I asked once I sat next to him. The lights weren't as strong as in the rest of the room here.

"I like to sit here when I wanna be alone." He shrugged noncholantly.

"But you're not alone?" I questioned. He was with me.

"I don't mind having you around. You don't bother me in the same way." He said with a blank expression on his face. I couldn't help but smile at his words. So I bother him in a different way? Works too I guess.

We ate our dinner in silence, Ryan occasionally grabbing a piece of paper wiping away the ketchup surrounding his lips from the pasta. I somewhat felt a urge to do it for him but I decided to ignore that weird feeling. I caught myself staring at him, admiring his beauty, when he glanced at me. I quickly looked away. It was probably already too late, I bet he saw me.

"What do you want?" He whispered in my ear, the same way he did the very first time we spoke. It sent shivers down my spine and butterflies entered my stomach. So that's what happens when the guy you like whispers something in your ear. I really wanted to say 'you' but didn't. It'd be awkward as hell.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to remember our first conversation. It wasn't all too hard since it was only five days ago.

"Why were you staring at me?" He bit his lip, exhaling quietly.

Because you're beautiful.

No way I could say that. So I just followed the 'script'.

"Because you were staring at me." I tried. He didn't stare at me though.

"But I wasn't." He chuckled lightly, still having his face right next to mine.

"Follow the script, horse." I cocked.

"You annoying forehead." Ryan mumbled before biting my jaw, almost kissing it, not gently nor roughly. I didn't get why he was doing that, but it tickled yet I didn't move.

"It tickles." I squeaked. He pulled away.

"Good." He murmured. This time I decided to take actions. I brushed my lips lightly on Ryan's, not enough for it to be a kiss, just touching. He stretched his neck, wanting more. I couldn't risk getting caught though. I mean seriously, this must've looked like we're in a relationship, but this is just some friend thingy I think.

I fucking want you.

"I'll see you tonight." Ryan said before getting up and leaving. Damn him, always leaving. I watched him leave the cafeteria, also leaving his plate of food for me to drop off at the counter. Damn him, always managing to annoy me.

I did as he unspokenly wished and was met with a few unpleasant glares from a couple of students. They must've seen. I blushed and left in a rush. I hope they won't tell a teacher.

When I got back to my room I was there all alone and decided to have a shower. I stripped out of my clothes and spent a total of five minutes trying to get the right temperature.

When I finished I felt so clean and fresh. I felt happy. It was a good feeling.

But I was really tired.

So instead of using this opportunity to do something good with my surprisingly perfectly fine mood I decided to get to sleep. Ryan probably didn't want to see me anyways.

I didn't bother putting any clothes on except a pair of new boxers, then I snuggled myself up in the soft cover and fell asleep within minutes with Ryan on my mind.

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I woke up hours later, at 2am, by my phone buzzing and lighting up the whole room. I quietly groaned in discomfort and checked it. I wasn't surprised when I saw what it was.

2:01am
Ryan: Come over.

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My back's in so much pain and my muscles are so sore goddamnnnnnnn. Even the muscles in my thumbs are hurting like what the fuck.