18ENTANGLED LOVE
by Satan'z Myth
Chapter 1 : Complicated Emotions
I could feel his host breath on my neck by the time I realized that he had been steadily coming closer. I felt my back slam against the lockers as he licked his lips and bent down, until they touched mine – soft and wet, firm but gentle, he kissed me. His tongue licked my lips, seeking entry and I parted my lips in awe, and he slipped his tongue in…
He trailed soft kisses on my neck, and stopped to suck a particular sensitive zone. I moaned, as I felt his hands under my shirt, slowly proceeding to the zip of my pants…
"Earth to Julius," I heard a very distant sounding voice calling onto me, and before I could respond, I felt a whiff of pain on my face, and I opened my eyes to see my best friend Liam grinning widely at me, looking mysteriously too happy.
"Heyy, man," I said, sighing at the impact the dream had had on me.
"Heyy yourself," Liam's grin widened, with a slight tinge of evilness. "Who was it?"
A wave of emotion passed over me, as I blurted a "how did you know?" before I could even think of denying.
Liam pointed somewhere I did not want to look myself, for I my self knew what such dreams did to me. And thankfully Liam smiled, "I shouldn't even ask who it had been..."
Mentally thanking him, I sighed, "You wouldn't want to know…"
"Where's EC anyway?" I tried, rather desperately to change topics. Ethan and Craig were our friends – they were twins, so we generally referred to them like that. But, they were a diversity among themselves, they were so different from each other – in fact Craig was not even straight. Sometimes I wish I was in love with Craig instead…
What, love? Wait, I am NOT in love with a guy..let alone, gay!
"They're not coming today, remember? Aunt's," he said, matter-of-factly, as I stared blankly at him, before realizing that he had just answered my query. "So, anyway, who was this girl you were dreaming about?"
"Not a girl!" Uh-oh... yeah, I am gay. Happy? But... I haven't really come out with that, how Craig had, wearing all kinds of make up and stuff. "..err" I started, "I mean... I was not having a sex dream at all! But, you just said you didn't want to know!
With a half-evil smile, he said, "some times I like taking advantage of my best friend rights, you know! But, leave it…for now, that is."
He would get it out of me, anyway, and I knew it.
I hate Math. I have always hated Math. But, by the mysteries of the world and weird co-incidences, Nature and God had conspired against me to make Math my best subject. And, so I was stuck in Math class with the best teacher in the whole world – , another reason why I was extra good in Math, though I despised it, and another certain brown-eyed boy who always managed to awe me at how deep they went.
" , could you give out these papers?" called unto me. I broke out of my observant daze, as I looked at him blankly for a second before getting up to go upto his table to collect the papers.
"Once again," my teacher smiled, " here has topped class with a 96. Some of you have got to work extra hard, but the others have really improved. Overall performance still needs to go up by a mark – but hey, we can work on it!" See, that is the spirit of him. He always sees the silver lining of every grey cloud.
"Martha..Jonathan..Peter..Craig..Damien.." I stopped for a second a moment at the last name. Damien had a..zero..on his paper. Wow, callibre! I could not help but think, my thought only to be cut short by a soft voice with a slight crack –
"Does that happen to be my paper?" Brown eyes looked into mine, and my heart probably skipped a beat. I felt my cheeks redden, as I quickly tried to hide it by looking down at the last paper held in my hands – "Kellan Rhode" it said in a neat cursive scroll. I nodded, and held it out to him.
He smiled at me, his eyes twinkling underneath the blonde lock of hair, "thank you" he said, his voice close to a whisper, his fingers brushing mine, as he took his paper.
I got back to my seat, feeling a warmth surge throughout my body, as I mentally thought I'd never wash my hand again.
Eww, am acting like a fan-girl now. Hardly did that stop the growing smile on my face.
I waited for the class to file out, until I went up to to talk about my sister's grades. Judy, a year younger, was my sister..who had apparently flunked eighth grade Math. I had to talk to him and ask if he could help her out. I knew he would. He was too good.
Quite contented when he gave me the expected answer, I walked out of the class, heading to my locker. I opened my locker and was taking out the books required for my next period Biology when I heard my name being called, "heyy, Julius!" I turned around to face the source of the voice, to be surprised.
"Kellan?"
He seemed breathless, as if he had run a mile, "Can you do me a favour?" He paused and gave me a smile. I felt that slight resistance I had built up during the rest of the Math class melt away.
"Would you.." he started, sounding rather hesitant. I had no idea what he was going to say. What could he want from someone the very second time they talk to them? – Would you be knowing the time? Would you lend me a pencil? Would you run errands for me? I felt like a fan-girl, as I thought that.
"Would I…?" I repeated, when the pause grew too long. Would you go out with me? Would you let me kiss you senseless? Would you want to be my boyfriend? Those were the questions I wanted to ask.
"Would you…err…be having..your phone number?" He blushed. "As in, can I have your phone number?"
My heart skipped a beat, because it probably jumped with joy…
I scribbled it down for him, without a question.
Sometimes, I guessed, God hears your heart's prayers when you seem to be in love…
Wait, did I just say LOVE?
On my way back home with Liam in the bus, he kept on talking like his own precious self, while I seemed to be lost in my own thoughts. His voice seemed to be echoing through my mind, retaliating over and over again – "can I have your phone number?" As images of his smile flashed through my mind, my stomach felt like a dozen butterflies were flying around.
While getting down from the bus at our stop, Liam finally came to his senses that I had not spoken a word since having gotten up on the bus. With half a worried look, he grinned, "love trouble, darling?" He said, making utterly SICK kissy faces at me.
"No thank you," I said, slipping into my state of anonymity and the world of the lost. A mode in which, as Liam had well come to know, I simply could not be reached. "Take care of yourself, mate!" he said, before giving me a hug and leaving for his house in the opposite direction.
I stood standing, staring at a certain part of the road, my mind blank. I was weird when I was happy. Even more now, because something within my was stirring each time I felt a surge of happiness go through me. As if some thing was not right…
I guess I stayed like that for a good five minutes, for my stupor was broken only by my blessed sister. "Heyy, bro... what's cookin' in your head? You look like shit!" She said cheerfully.
I blinked. None of the words seemed to register in my head. "You've been staring at the road and been immobile since..I came here, and before that, I guess…" she said.
Still getting no response, she crossed her arms, "Fine, let's do it my way then…" She took hold of my hand and started running, and I had to do the same to keep up. She was definitely a girl made of pure STEEL – she was insanely strong.
When we reached home, I was definitely back to my senses, and both of us were panting like dogs. "Okay now, icky brother chumps?" she winked at my reaction to the nick name.
"Why you little…" and we ran around the house, as I chased her… until my mother came in, "you two, again?"
And both of stopped, and looked at each other, only to start laughing horrendously. Siblings are wonderful creature, I thought.
I sat in my room, staring at my story book, nothing seemed to be registering. It was the first part of The Bartimaeus Trilogy, and easily it was one of the most well-written books written. Yet, as I stared at the words, none of them really seemed to register within my mind.
Just then, the phone rang, and some thing about the ring told me that it was who I thought it was…
The guy of my dreams. Literally.
Tears filled my eyes and fell to the floor as I lay on my front on the bed, facing the floor. I could not believe that this had happened. I felt used, like an instrument. I felt lost, and betrayed. But then I snorted – betrayed? How can someone who never promised me anything betray me? I thought.
The image of his smiling beautiful face flashed through my mind again, and I longed to cry out, only stopping myself thinking that Judy was still standing outside my door, by the phone, talking to the one person "I" loved.
I guessed I did not deserve love. I did not deserve to get what I wanted. After all, I had been stupid enough to think that Kellan Rhode could ever, ever like "me". Him, whom every girl fawned upon with his straight nose, pretty eyes, beautiful face and sexy blonde locks falling on his face… no, I should not think about him. He does not matter.
Just then, my door burst open, and the cheerful voice of my sister yelled out – "guess what? Kellan Rhode just asked me out!" And she left, stomping proudly to go tell our mum.
And the wave of pain I felt within my chest, I knew he did matter. I was really in love with the guy.
Fresh tears fell to the ground.
A/N : I just realized that this story sucks. So, am re-writing it.