Listen to the Thunder

[Kyle]

One week has passed since we got back from Spring Break, and I’ve been as miserable as fuck. How could Jack still be with Alex?! Especially after he cheated?! And with Caleb?! At least Jack barely knew Nick – Jack grew up next door to Caleb! I just…I just don’t understand. What does Alex have that I don’t? I know I’ve got a bigger dick than him (everyone in our group saw each other naked at some point during high school) and at least mine doesn’t sit to the left. And I have better hair. But maybe…maybe Alex and Jack have more of an emotional connection. Jack and Alex have known each other since middle school. And they are practically the same personality.

I just…miss him. So fucking much. During spring break my mind travelled back so much to high school. Everything was so perfect back then. I had so many close friends (although strangely Zack, Rian and Caleb have all started talking to me again since Spring Break started, so that’s a little weird) and I had no worries. Now I’ve got an ex-boyfriend who misses me but won’t have anything to do with me and a current boyfriend who’s a complete jerk.

Yeah, Nick hasn’t got any better. In fact, I think he’s got worse. Over Spring Break he really showed me how little he cared about me, and that hurt. He even fucking laughed when I told him I hated walking in on him and Halvo fucking. I told him if he did it again then we were over. All he said was whatever. How do I reply to that? Without Nick, I have no-one. I can’t be on my own. I just can’t.

Although today, being alone is looking favourable.

“Yeah…yeah, we’ll be over later…no, Kyle’s on his man period, he isn’t putting out…”

Really funny, dickhead.

“…I know right? Total fairy…hah, yeah, I’ll still bring him…8 o’clock right? Okay, see you later,”

Nick hung up his phone and smirked at me. What? Am I meant to find him funny?

“We’re going over to Halvo and Justin’s later,” Nick announced.

“Yeah, I heard,” I snapped.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Nick snickered.

“Fuck off, asshole,” I muttered under my breath.

“Excuse me?” Nick asked sharply.

Shit, he wasn’t meant to hear that.

“Nothing,” I said quickly, walking towards my room.

But Nick caught up with me before I could open my door, and grabbed me firmly by the arm. Ow! Ow, this hurts!

“Nick, let go. You’re hurting me,” I pleaded.

“If I wanted to hurt you, I’d do a lot worse than this. You seem to forget who I am, Kyle,” Nick growled.

A washed up loser selling drugs for a living who only cares about his dick?

“If you cared about me, you wouldn’t grab me like this at all,” I retorted.

“If I cared about you? If I cared about you?! Are you for real right now? I hold your hand in public, don’t I? I protect you when people confront you about your flamboyant sexuality, don’t I? I give you amazing sex, don’t I? How can you be so fucking ungrateful?!” Nick yelled.

“I’m not being ungrateful! I just wish you’d show that you care for me instead of grabbing me or hitting me!” I shrieked.

Nick’s lips pressed into a thin line and he dropped his hand from my arm like a hot poker.

“So that’s what you really think of me, huh?” Nick said coldly.

Shit, now I’ve made him mad at me!

“N-No, Nick, I…”

“WHY DID YOU SAY IT THEN?!”

I yelped as Nick shoved me backwards, my head bouncing off my doorframe harshly. Tears spilled from my eyes as I sank to the floor, my hands clutching my head. Why did he have to do that? Jack would never do that. Fuck, why is he such an asshole? I can’t even look at him right now.

Nick walked away from me with a sigh, but I didn’t open my eyes or lift my head. I whimpered as I heard him rooting around for something in the kitchen and squeezed my eyes shut even tighter as I heard him walking back to me. What is he going to do now?!

“Kyle, lean forward,” Nick said.

“No!” I squeaked.

Nick huffed and just pulled me to my feet by my collar. I screamed a little as he moved his hand to the back of my head, but I snapped my eyes open in confusion as I felt something cold there. Did he…did he just go and get an ice pack?

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to snap at you,” Nick muttered, releasing my collar to let me stand up by myself.

“Y-You’re apologising?” I murmured.

Nick never apologises. What’s gotten into him?!

“Don’t get used to it,” Nick grunted.

And he’s back.

I chewed my bottom lip for a few seconds, just staring at Nick as he stared at me. He really does have the most beautiful hazel eyes. And the smoothest, plumpest lips. And his hair is so vibrantly ginger. Why does he have to have such a shitty personality?

“Look, tonight we’ll just stay in. Halvo and Justin can entertain themselves,” Nick said.

Okay, what’s going on? Does Nick really feel that bad about hurting me? Maybe he’s starting to change. Maybe there is good in him after all.

“You really mean that?” I asked hopefully.

“Yeah, come on. Before I change my mind,” Nick nodded, pecking my lips in a kiss.

I grinned and pressed a longer, firmer kiss to his lips, clutching his t-shirt as I lingered slightly, before letting him go and holding his hand. Nick squeezed my hand and tugged me towards our living room, sitting down next to me with his arm around my shoulders. This is the Nick I fell for. Not the drug user. Not the cocky man-whore. Not the drunken mess. The gentleman. And I’ve got to take advantage of this while his mood lasts, right?