The Rioter (gay romance)

Chapter 4

Jordan

This boy drove me crazy. I'd known him all of five minutes and I've already hit on him. Twice.

I loved the way he cared for me, even though he doesn't even know me. I didn't even know him but I did know, I could be myself around him without fear of being hurt.

He was amazing.

As we walked, in a strange but comfortable silence, to a nearby weather-spoons, I couldn't help but stare. He took all my wildest and hottest dreams and rolled them into one- without even trying. He was just him.

But I knew we could never be together.

That was the damning truth that would ultimately be my unruly demise.
And it stung.
This angel had been presented to me to have but never hold. To punish me. To torture me.

Everything I'd ever wished for was standing mere inches out of my grasp and no matter how hard I try, I would never be able to clasp his hands in mine. He had a boyfriend- he was off limits. Not that he'd want such a low life as me anyway.

"What did you want to drink Jordan?" The silky voice pulled me out of my spiralling sadness.
"I thought this wasn't a date?" I smirked.
"This isn't a date. You can pay next time."
So there was going to be a next time. That thought made my stomach flip.
"Sure sweet cheeks. Assuming that you don't hate me by the end of today's date."
"What drink did you want?" He didn't deny this was a date. That was a good sign. I was winning him over. Not that you should be winning him over Jordan. He has a boyfriend dipshit.
"I'll take a coke thanks." Then I whispered in his ear, dipping my head down towards his neck "and I'll get us a table in a secluded corner..." before walking away to a booth in the back right of the room.

The red leather of the booth was cool against the heat of my body. This was the first time I could properly relax without fear of being caught by the police.
I'd crouched down in the corner of the street to catch my breath before I'd eventually attempt to go home without the police being there. But Elijah had swooped in and changed my plans. He refused to let me be ignorant and nursed my head wound with his first aid kit. Who even carries one of those? And I'd never felt such kindness in such a small act. This boy was special. I could feel it.

"I hope you wanted ice." Elijah sat down opposite me. He took off his raincoat to reveal a plaid red and white shirt. He really was showing me up in my mud ruined jacket. I couldn't help but stare. "I wasn't sure but I can always get you another."
"Ice is fine." He didn't need to spend extra money for something as dumb as ice. He'll need every penny he can get.
"So. Why are you rioting?"
"Don't you keep up with the news?"
"No. My friend Kayla does though. Sometimes I think she's got a crush on the news reader or something."  I chuckled. "Why are you rioting? Surely a handsome man like you has nothing to be angry about."
"Well... everyone needs something- Tell me about your boyfriend."