Kids voices echoed, screams as girls clung onto one n other. After a long month of summer break it was now back to school. Some happy some miserable as they stumbled onto school grounds. Thats how the first week of school turned out to be, a living nightmare. For one boy school was known as hell. Blake was seen as a nerd, an outcast. He didn't really have any friends in school. He often kept to himself, laid low. People tended to stir away from the small boy in the first place. Why? Mystery unknown. However he didn't mind this, especially when he was an introvert himself. A stray puppy that preferred the quiet.
His parents soon caught onto this, none of his friends visiting. Never going out with them, being invited over to their houses. They couldn't help but worry, this soon leading them to give Blake money just to venture out into the unknown hoping for a positive outcome. Blake was quick to catch onto their plan too. Playing along he took the money but decided to save it up for future uses.
"Blake honey me and your dad are going out, if you go out let us know okay" Blakes mum shouted from the floor below. Blake merely hummed knowing they couldn't hear him. His parents only giving each other a look as a sigh escaped their tongue. Leaving Blake alone in the house they only wished he could at least make one friend today. That's all they wanted, for their son to have a somewhat decent childhood. Have a group of friends to hang out with, experience new things together. Except Blake was stubborn, keeping to himself. Staying isolated upon his room most days. Turning down almost every offer his parents gave him.
Groaning Blake pushed himself off of his bed. Stumbling into the bathroom he couldn't help but sigh as he looked at his state. Bags upon his eyes, scruffy hair. His eyes felt nothing but heavy as he rubbed them continuously. Making his way downstairs he couldn't help but notice money left on the side with a note. His parents leaving another twenty quid for him. Yawning he grabbed the money before placing it in his pjs pocket. Soon making himself breakfast Blake was happy it was Saturday. No school, no hell. No more bullying to be taken place upon his fragile body. You see he's always been picked on, but why? That question to never be told.
He had hoped it would come to a close in his last year yet his hopes were soon shut down. The usual jocks that would harass him beginning their yearly torture once more. Leaving him in states no one should have to endure for purely no reason at all. He couldn't fight then back, he was weak, fragile and tender. He was almost girl like, never failed to show emotion, skinny waist. He somewhat hoped he was born a girl, he didn't want to be however in his head he convinced himself it would have been a better life for him.
Checking his phone he looked to no surprise, nothing. No messages, no notifications what so ever. Switching his phone off he decided to do what he always did. Go on a walk, just him, his music, the world around him becoming a blur. Biting his lips he grabbed a grey n black sweater over his white t-shirt. Grey cargos, white converse. Grabbing his headphones he made sure he looked decent upon the mirror before grabbing his house keys. Sending his mum a message letting her know he was going on a walk he made his way upon the outdoors.
Bitter wind hitting his skin, sun shining upon his body as he stood still. Taking in the fresh air he began his walk. Music beaming upon his ears, the world around him becoming silent. Cars passing by as he slowly trailed along the pavement below. His eyes wandering on kids as they walked with their friends. Blake merely wishing for the same, yet he was too scared. He just couldn't make a conversation, talk to people he doesn't know. His attempts always leading to failure. Therefore learning to accept his fate.
Pushing the park gate open Blake couldn't help but shiver to the cold breeze. His arms wrapping around his chest, lips quivering slightly. Maybe he could have added a coat to the outfit, maybe not. Opening his phone he paused his music looking for a better song to listen to. The sound around him becoming louder. The sound of a basketball bouncing upon the pavement not far from him. Not taking any notice Blake stopped, taking his headphones off of his ears. A certain basketball heading his way as it collided with his jaw.
Lunging to grab the ball a certain jock only grunted as his body wrapped around a certain boys. Blakes body pressing against the unknown boys as the two fell to the floor. Blakes landing was soft yet hard, a pair of arms holding him close, his eyelids opening back up. Pain merely shooting up his cheeks n back. Someone's hot breath hitting the back of his neck. The unknown boy behind him letting out another grunt. The scratches on his back becoming painful as he held the smaller boy close. The basketball no where to be seen as he looked around them. Letting the smaller boy get up the two merely locked eyes.
Blakes cheeks flushing a deep red, his eyes trailing down the older boys body. Averting his gaze from the boy before him. Running a hand over his jaw Blake couldn't help but groan, his bottom lip split open. Blakes thoughts running wild as he caught the older boy watching him, a slight smirk on his lips. Watching as the shirtless god pushed himself up Blake only found himself stepping back. The other boys height merely dominating his own. Grabbing his headphones off the floor the smaller one simply froze. The older jocks voice hitting his system.
"Watch where your going" The older jock spoke. His eyes watching the smaller ones as he took a step back. He couldn't help but notice the flush upon the smaller boys cheeks, this only making his lips frown. His chest feeling a tad uneasy as he watched the smaller one stutter. "Sorry" Was all Blake could let out. His hands clasping together, head turning to avoid the older boys gaze. His voice only making the older one turn his head. Blakes voice merely sounding angelic to the older one, but why? He's just a boy. One with ocean eyes, freckles sitting upon his cheeks, blonde fluffy hair covering his head.
He looked weak, fragile. He was simply nothing compared to the boy that stood before him. His ripped abs on show, angelic looks, height all the girls love. Yet there was something about this boy, something about him that the older jock couldn't decipher. Something about him, something making him want to protect the smaller one. Keep him under his arms, his heart skipping a beat. This feeling only made the older boy shudder, his skin burning as he stood upon the cold.
Looking at the ground he found himself grabbing the boys phone, handing it back to the boy. "Thank you" Blake gave him a small smile, his anxiety rising high as he looked up at the taller one. Placing his phone back into his cargos pocket as made sure his headphones worked. Letting out a sigh of relief he couldn't help but feel his nerves lessen as he placed his headphones around his neck.
Suddenly the older boy found himself asking a question he never thought he would be asking. "What's your name" his voice deep n husky. Running a hand through his hair he only felt his lips tug up as he watched the smaller one meet his gaze. This strange feeling attacking his skin as he watched the boy. He could read him like a book, fear dripping off of his body. His anxiety shooting up as he met the older boys gaze. He didn't wanna scare the boy before him, he somewhat wanted him to feel comfortable around him, safe. He just couldn't comprehend the feeling that rose throughout his body. It was like love at first sight. But he was just a boy, a weak, fragile, cute boy.
"Uh, Blake" The older jock couldn't help but smile. The younger boys name suiting him so much, to the point he found himself muttering the boys name under his breath. The name simply sliding off of his tongue, a small smile tugging at his lips. Biting his bottom lip he gave the smaller boy a glance. "Yours" Blake suddenly felt his confidence rise as he asked the older boy the question. Hoping he didn't ignore him. Blake somewhat hoping he could make a friend. The two obviously weren't supposed to mix, but for that really matter? Yes, yes it did.
"Alec" giving the older boy a small smile Blake couldn't help but smile inside. Maybe this was a new start a new beginning. Except he couldn't help but admire the older boy. His jet black hair, sharp cheekbones, abs like none he's seen before. The boy standing before him was simply a god. Definitely older than Blake, maybe a year or two. However he'd never seen him around before, not in school, not around town.
Shivering to the cold Blake gave the older boy one last glance before placing his headphones over his ears. Clicking upon Spotify he found a song he wanted to play on his walk back home. "Sorry to be rude, I'm gonna head home, nice meeting you Alec" Blake gave the older boy a smile before making his way out of the park. He couldn't handle the anxious feeling in his stomach anymore. The way the older boy looked down at him, his smile. That smirk that occasionally rose upon his lips as he looked into Blake's eyes. It made his body burn, itch. It was like he had put a cure upon his body.
However part of him hoped to see the boy again. Maybe say hi, have a little talk if they ever passed paths again. Blake knew this would never happen, even if they went to the same school, all the older boy would do is give him a glance and go on with his day. The two simply weren't supposed to mix, jocks don't talk to nerds. It's was forbidden, never allowed no matter the situation.
However Alec had other plans in mind. A smile rising upon his lips as he grabbed his tank top. Placing it over his body he grabbed the basketball that simply collided with Blake's jaw. The object that started all this, the thought of what if they never collided? What would happen then? Would Alec have preferred that to occur? Never have met the boy? No, he couldn't tell why his mind was playing games, playing tricks on him. There was just something about the boy. Something about him that made the older jocks stomach turn.
Looking at the time Alec began his walk home, sweat dripping from his head. His hair slightly damp as the cold air attacked his skin. Running his tongue over his bottom lip the older boy couldn't help but smile. Alec knew the rules, he knew them all to well. Was he going to follow them? Maybe, maybe not. But does Alec ever follow the rules? No. There's only one thought on the older boys mind as he walked home. He's always followed his gut, let his instincts control his behaviour, his actions in life. Some good, some bad.
Stopping outside his house he quickly unlocked his phone. Letting out a sigh as the cold air made his body shiver. Alec knew what he wanted, he knew what his body just began to crave. Everyone knew, When Alec wants something, he gets it.