Set Me Free

Damn...I’d never met someone more gorgeous in my life. I found myself staring without my permission. Before exiting my house, his eyes turned to focus on me with a glare. Well then, he already hated me. Oh well, he's too gorgeous to like someone like me anyway and...what the hell was I saying. Wasn't I supposed to be straight or something? I mean, I had a girlfriend! Sure, I couldn't stand the bitch, but we were still supposedly 'together'. His black eyes seemed to burn with fire with his intense gaze. What the hell did I ever do to this guy?

Before I could actually open my mouth to ask, he'd already turned on his heals and was making his way across my lawn to his own house. That was when I realized that I hadn't been breathing that entire time.

When I fully gained consciousness in my legs, I began walking up the stairs, completely deflated...before I was stopped by my father grabbing me by the back of my shirt and dragging me down the last few steps into the kitchen; here we go again.

***

With my newly flattened black eye, I made my way into my room and dropped down onto the bed. Tonight he really didn't have a reason for laying a hand on me, usually he does. And sometimes those reasons actually make sense (in my fucked up mind they do, anyway). Tonight, he just spat at me that he hated me and that I was the biggest mistake of his life. My mother just sat there, sipping her margarita, chatting on the phone to one of her gold digging friends, not caring that her son was getting beaten by his dad, her husband. I've gotten too used to it to care anymore.

Rubbing my sore face, I got this urge to look out of my window. Don't ask me why, because I honestly had no idea what made me decided that looking out of my window was a good idea, but...it so was.
Turning my entire torso around to look out of my window, I forgot how to breathe. Breathing just then didn't seem so important to me.

Apparently the Connellys moved right next door and the only thing separating me from a now shirtless Andrew Connelly is about a thirty foot drop that would most likely end up in me breaking my neck; but damn would it be worth it.
Andrew Connelly was lifting weighs, shirtless, with the window opened...right next door. I think I just went into cardiac arrest.
I am straight...I am straight...I am straight...I am so not straight.

I don't know if it was the sudden realization of the fact that I might be bi, the fact that my dog bit my leg, or when Andrew looked up from his bed and looked straight at me, but something got me to pass out, and the next thing I knew...it was morning.

I woke up on the hard ground of my bedroom floor to realize that not only was I going to be late, but now my head hurts like a bitch. But if I was late, a headache wasn't the only thing I'd have to worry about.
My dad would bury me alive and do the Macarena on my grave.

I was still in my clothes from the night before and didn't have time for a shower...school started in fifteen minutes and it was a ten minute drive there. Grabbing anything I could from my closet, clean or not, I raced down the stairs while trying to get dressed; let's just say that didn't go so well and I ended up tumbling to the ground with my jeans wrapped around my ankles. Thirteen minutes to get to school, get my books from my locker and run upstairs to my first class...damn it!

By the time I was out of the door, I was trying to get my shoes on. If I had been paying attention, I would have noticed Andrew coming out of his house and staring at me like I'd grown three heads; good thing I wasn't though, I would've no doubt lost my composure and froze up, guaranteeing a call home.

Just as I entered the classroom, the bell decided to ring...thank god I'm on time. What the hell is wrong with me now? First I find out I like my neighbor, then I find out I'm bi and now this?

"Mr. Santon, I'm quite surprised, you're almost late for class. I hope this doesn't happen again." The teacher scolded before beginning to teach the class.
Sitting down in my chair, near the back of the class, I fell asleep almost immediately; this is basically what I do all day. Well, I would have done it all day if someone hadn't knocked on the door and I wasn't so interested in finding out who.
Is he stalking me now?