‹ Prequel: Part I : R is for Ryan. V is for Vampire.
Status: Not finished. It will consist of 10 chapters each part.
Part II : Watch Our Skies Collide.
Drop it. It's dead or Dream of something warmer
Dream of something warmer.
I didn't want to move. I'd rather be here. In the park.
I wasn't doing anything really.
Just walking around.
Trying to forget.
About Damen, about yesterday, about everything
I didn't like to remember.
I hated remembering.
Maybe that's why Tegan does the things he does.
Is he thinking about how Rose and I are full vampire's?
Does that set him on the edge?
I hated memories. I hated everything. I haven't talked to Ryan in a while. Almost a whole two days. Did he think I killed myself? In the process of escaping his house.
I couldn't face his death ray of a glare if he saw what happened when Damen and I were there.
Damen was so high he didn't know what he was doing right?
Is the world high? Am I right now? No. I'm on a low.
It was very dim in the park. Though I could see the limited amount of people around the soccer field.
The large willow tree's bunched up around where the forest begins. Where a brightly coloured foxes ran in front of my bike when I was with Ryan. Ryan freaked out. More than obvious. He couldn't get on his bike so he was running with it uphill.
He was so frighten. I just biked and left him. But I think I shouldn't have done that.
My feet drag along. Drag along. The dewy grass rolls underneath my feet as I am a passerby.
It has just rained. So the air and the feeling all together feels as just as you came out of the shower.
I hate that feeling.
There wasn't many people crowding around. The black wrought iron fence held me up and guided me deeper and deeper.
There was swings. Picnic tables. Everything for the family.
I missed my mother. I did. I missed her really bad. You know though.
If my mother died, she couldn't control it. But she would of still loved me.
She choose to left.
Haven doesn't care much for that topic. I only see her not alto lately. Ryan is trying to speak to her more but the more I see her.
I feel electric.
Cold and shocked.
I grew tired of walking so I trailed over to the benches near the pond. It was a fairly wide park area.
I slumped back into the wooden bench.
It was engraved into some epitaph.
I looked forth and only saw a couple of people from our high school. Then my eyes wandered around even more.
There was alto really. It was about ten.
I didn't want to check my phone.
I'd rather not. Because....someone will be calling.
My father?
Oh no. That would be the first though.
I paced the bridge. I didn't feel my heartbeat. It has faded away. Everything I feel. Everything I breathe is stronger and harder. I was drowning in a black hole.
I wanted to forget. About everything.
I would just try something once?
I flicked the package of the pure white package. Eight little circles where in there. Waiting.
I ate them. Scars will heal soon.
I live now. Demitri. I die.
Sad eyes. Quite cryptic. Blood.
Drop it. It's dead.
See. You'll never walk only stagger.
The bridge was not very high. But the jump would kill me?
I hope so. I wanted to get everything over with.
Rusted now. Auburn colour. I ran my hands over the rusted iron.
Burned.
The pills finally settled.
Mmmm, the ocean washed over me.
Was this was it felt like.
My body wasn't there. It wasn't.
I spun.
I spun.
"Father", I breathed into my phone and low mumbling of chuckles followed after.
"Demitri. Are you high?"
"Mmmm I was looking at this bridge."
Silence, the water moved so amazingly. The way everything just went. Nobody paid any care. I
Why? We don't understand we will die. What if I die? What If I live forever?
What will it be worth?
What is the universe?
What is my life.
There nothing fun about life, unless you make it fun.
"Okay." He said.
"Hmm?"
"Die. Commit suicide. Good bye"
"Bye?"
"Yes. I wasn't waiting for you to die. But seeing as how you are acting lately...."
"Father...."
"Father...."
"Father...."
"FATHER."
"DAD."
"DADDY."
I dropped the phone. The noise made the numbing in my ears melt. I was melting. I was flying. Buzzing and pain struck the back of my skull.
As I hoisted myself up on the bar.
In was pure flying.
This is life.
Moving.
I'm not here.
Busts of colours ran throughout the tree's
My feet moved along the thin cement rail.
The tree's don't move.
The tree's are one.
Let me experience something for once.
My body fell forward.
Father never loved me.
I didn't like knowing.
Anything. I wanted to melt my brain.
I hugged my body. It was November. Cold. My knit, wool sweater with deers. Warmed me.
I wear mittens even though. It's not snowing.
It's not a fetish. Don't worry.
I look up. See guys from my school. Walking around. Long boarders I think.
And some girls.
I look down again. I was never liked.
My oxford's and my skinny jeans' stitch intrigued me.
The grass was greener over there. But there was more flowers over here.
"What are you doing here."
The voice rose with laughter. And breathed out.
There voice was cold almost. Curled at the end of the sentence.
I analyzed too much.
I looked up. Scared.
My body was fragile now. Fragile and numb.
Damen must of saw it in my eyes.
He was comforting I looked behind him.
The girls from my school. Some what well known. Liked. Admired. Wanted.
Were more near.
And the guys followed.
Was it because of Damen?
Damen jerked his head in there direction.
"I have that effect on people you know...."
I nodded.
"You didn't answer my question", His eyes stern and demanding.
I looked at him. Decked out in his salmon coloured lacrosse polo. Black jacket. Which you could tell was Armani.
And jeans like mine.
Dr. Martens.
I've always loved those.
"I-I don't know...."
Now the teenagers. Where there was about twenty of them.
Were near the opposite side of the pond. And within hearing range of us.
There was a small tree near us. Seven or nine were perched up against it.
Amazing.
"Want do you mean you don't know?!", He looked me in my eyes. And gave me a dark look. I was scared I don't know why.
His essence.
I looked in the pools of his light blue eyes.
Strong.
Too be nice and say. I didn't really want him here.
When ever he was near me. I just couldn't function. He was like an abusive father.
You didn't know what to do around him. To laugh. To admire? Or to shut the fuck up.
It was very obvious to Damen and I that all the people from my school was there and gawking at Damen.
His eyes poured into me. Electric light blue. So light it was shocking.
He sat down with me.
At this point everyone was watching.
There was even more people I think.
"Do you want to put on a show?"
A show? This was a nightmare.
I was forced.
I shook my head.
"Aww", His hand wrapped around mine.
He faced forward to me.
Winking.
Released my hand.
Then. Kissed me.
He didn't kiss me. He...took over me.
He wrapped his arms around my neck. Locking me into place.
His lips were like you were on speed. You felt everything twice as hard.
Tongue wrapped around my exploring my mouth. Searching the roof of my mouth.
Hands ripped through my hair like wild fire. His fingers kept knotting through my hair. Clutching him to me.
The kiss escalated into something I never wanted really.
Lips urgent and quick. Rough and unsteady.
The tempo never deceased. The harder and the faster.
Lips tugged on mine and arms cupping the small of my neck and another gripping my hair for dear life.
Our lips were pressed together so immensely.....
I swear. I heard gasps. And footsteps grow louder.
And clicks.
The ringing in my ears never deceased, I couldn't do anything.
He was pulling me closer and making my whole body feel nonexistent. Live wire. On fire.
His lips racing. My heart stopped. I think. It usually does that. But not this long.
I felt static. Warm hot static. Blood boiled under my skin. Like I just touched my hand to the burning stove.
Breaths ran out my mouth in wild gasps. Like I ran for seven kilo's.
His lips grazed my collar bone.
Biting my neck gently. Making a quick gasp escape my mouth.
Pain for a second. Then lips returned and kiss hard and looked at me.
"Are you okay?", Damen cups my cheek caressing my face. Running his now cold fingers throughout my hair. Breathing softly.
I shook my head. I have this horrible feeling of nolgastic run over me,as a wash of cold water.
I wanted him to stop. I didn't like what he was doing to me.
He knew it. He knew it so well. Even last night.
We didn't have rough sex. I got out quickly enough. But he was dead on me.
"I-I", I muttered, still stunned with everything.
I didn't dare to look up at the high schoolers. I knew what they exact expressions would be.
Did you know he is gay?
I always had a feeling about him and Ryan wanting to fuck each other in the hallways.
I think that hot guy over there...is an angel. Look at him.
Why can't we have more guys like that at school? He is. Breath taking. I....can't.
I really got irritated by Damen's presence near me. I didn't like it I was suffocated.
Damen must of noticed. For he pulled away from caressing my face.
He looked away. His body shifted from alluring and wanting. To cold and stern.
"Oh..."
"No. Damen"
His eyes looked at me now. Making me try to grip every ounce of reality I once had. They pitied me.
He grimaced. Looked disgusted,"You know what?"
I didn't speak.
"I gave you fucking everything I could. You don't want me?"
He screamed at me know. Making an extreme sheen of embarrassment run throughout me.
He stood up now. Backing away from me.
"I think I love you. I think I love you."
I didn't move. An inch.
" I want..."
He chocked out.
"But you don't want me."
His eyes were blinking like a machine. Hands running through his hair shaking.
"Damen.", I crooked out. Feeling acid run down my throat.
"No!", He pointed a finger at me. Backing away a bit more.
I looked away. I couldn't see him like this.
Frazzled. Shaken.
Looking innocent like a doe.
I had to look up again.
"You don't do this Demitri.", His brows were fixed together with anxiety. Lips bit. Shaking his head. Jaw clenched. Little restraint.
"Did I do anything wrong.", I felt like a robot. My voice was having no emotion.
I guess I was tried of everyone's bullshit.
"Yes." He had his back faced toward me now.
I looked at him. Squinted out out anger.
He was tall.
I had enough. Did I hurt his feelings. No I didn't. I didn't like what he was doing to me. Making me feel ways I don't like to feel. He was using me.
I stood up now.
And embarrassed myself? Maybe.
My voice roared.
"Your fucked up! You try to have angry rough sex with me. You make me feel ways I don't want to feel! You think I'm a bastard? I'm not!"
Then.
I left.
I didn't look back. I regained feeling in my heart.
I didn't care if he was going to murder me tonight. Suck out all my blood. Break all my windows.
I didn't care.
He was only Damen.
I didn't like school. I rather hated it. I tried to forget Rose and Tegan were there.
I had Drama class.
Ryan pulled his black sweater's hood over his head. Sniffled. And his red converse dragged along the hallway. He usually didn't wear all black.
But besides his blue low cut shirt. It was all black.
"How's things.", He muttered gently.
"Good..."
He paused. We both had Drama. He clutched his messenger bag closer to him sighing.
"Have you seen Haven? Or Danny?"
"Danny's sick today I think."
"Oh...", He looked worried.
We walked up the stairs. The hallways were growing empty.
Vacant.
As we made it to Drama. Miss. Dater was looking at the giant board.
Writing idea's and what not.
Ryan and I sat on the stands in the Drama. Everyone sits there. The stage was at front. We were on the highest stand.
The drama room had dark red walls and very large and wide windows.
Looked like an actual theater if you think about it.
Letting the light seep in and cast light beams across the wooden floor.
"What happened with you...", Ryan's pure green eyes flickered. His chestnut brown was really messy. But looking fairly attractive.
His pale complexion didn't look dull it looked vibrant.
I shrugged.
"What's with you? You aren't looking all indie hipster today."
He looked down and shrugged back.
We were silent.
"Are you gay?"
I felt a shock run through my body. And every single word Miss.Dater was saying didn't even run through my mind. I couldn't even hear it.
I heard was.
Are you gay?
Are you gay?
Ryan's tone took a humble and soft approach.
"It's just that, Damen was in the room you were in. And...Your shirt was there. And...He told me"
He sighed.
I made my eyes face forward. I felt so dizzy.
"Shut up Ryan", I was able to shoot out.
He was silent.
The play we were doing was something I'd hardly cared about Mac Beth.
Whatever. That's fun.
We were in groups of five.
There was four groups really altogether.
The group I was in four of them were from the park. Where Damen...and I were.
I only remembered one of there name's. Amy.
She was a blond who liked animals and was fairly liked by everyone. Her father worked as a leader in some youth groups I heard.
She was there basically the closest she could of been.
There was two other guys. One who was deep tanned. With striking light brown eyes. Soft features. And another boy. Not the best complexion. Slightly tanned but quite fair.
Then there was a girl I didn't even know but looked quite. She had her black hair pinned back and very small features.
Her almond eyes searched around. Her eyes in light hazel. Thick eyelashes. Noise defined. But wide and plump lips.
"So....", The deep tanned one spoke.
I looked at my phone for the first time in over twelve hours.
Trying to not act like I'm caring. But really it's killing me inside.
Amy cut in his awkward pause.
"Nolan, Marc, Brittany and....", Her soft light voice paused.
"Demitri", I mouthed out grimly it only came as a hush whisper
I don't think it will help my side of saying I'm not gay since I'm wearing a mint green v neck and oxford pants. Rolled up at the bottom with toms.
At our narrow white table the conversation picked up.
"So....", The deep tanned one who's name is Nolan made his voice sounds flirtatious. At this time my phone was down on the table.
"Who was that extremely hot guy? He was....", Nolan paused.
"Angel like. Breath taking. Heart stopping. Those EYES!", He nonchalantly sighed.
Oh no. No.
"Nobody.", My tone was sharp. I felt the venom pool in my mouth. Seeping off my tongue.
My throat began feeling stripped of moisture.
I looked at Amy who's freckles and deep blue eyes. Smiled.
"No really...are you gay dude? That was some serious tongue action...."
I shook my head. I felt like a kinder gardener. Or even a little girl trying on makeup. Only to get teased.
I looked down at the script given. And played it in my mind.
"He was very very very hot.", Amy's voice chimed.
"He had the most amazing eyes...he looked so. Beautiful.", Nolan added me mockingly.
"He's gay.", Marc's low voice chipped out. I wanted to hit him with some sick and cruel comment. But I voted against it.
"Yeah...." Nolan agreed-ed.
I finally looked up. I shocked them. I knew I did because the look that stirred up in Marc and Amy's eyes was fear.
"I.Am.Not.Gay.", My words slithered through my mouth.
Nolan only smirked.
"I don't like. Guys."
My breathing quicken.
"What about that rough sex you were having with him?", Nolan teased harshly.
"Fuck....Off...You arrogant jerk. "
I let words slip from my mouth I shouldn't have.
Because I knew that hell was breaking loose.
I didn't want to move. I'd rather be here. In the park.
I wasn't doing anything really.
Just walking around.
Trying to forget.
About Damen, about yesterday, about everything
I didn't like to remember.
I hated remembering.
Maybe that's why Tegan does the things he does.
Is he thinking about how Rose and I are full vampire's?
Does that set him on the edge?
I hated memories. I hated everything. I haven't talked to Ryan in a while. Almost a whole two days. Did he think I killed myself? In the process of escaping his house.
I couldn't face his death ray of a glare if he saw what happened when Damen and I were there.
Damen was so high he didn't know what he was doing right?
Is the world high? Am I right now? No. I'm on a low.
It was very dim in the park. Though I could see the limited amount of people around the soccer field.
The large willow tree's bunched up around where the forest begins. Where a brightly coloured foxes ran in front of my bike when I was with Ryan. Ryan freaked out. More than obvious. He couldn't get on his bike so he was running with it uphill.
He was so frighten. I just biked and left him. But I think I shouldn't have done that.
My feet drag along. Drag along. The dewy grass rolls underneath my feet as I am a passerby.
It has just rained. So the air and the feeling all together feels as just as you came out of the shower.
I hate that feeling.
There wasn't many people crowding around. The black wrought iron fence held me up and guided me deeper and deeper.
There was swings. Picnic tables. Everything for the family.
I missed my mother. I did. I missed her really bad. You know though.
If my mother died, she couldn't control it. But she would of still loved me.
She choose to left.
Haven doesn't care much for that topic. I only see her not alto lately. Ryan is trying to speak to her more but the more I see her.
I feel electric.
Cold and shocked.
I grew tired of walking so I trailed over to the benches near the pond. It was a fairly wide park area.
I slumped back into the wooden bench.
It was engraved into some epitaph.
I looked forth and only saw a couple of people from our high school. Then my eyes wandered around even more.
There was alto really. It was about ten.
I didn't want to check my phone.
I'd rather not. Because....someone will be calling.
My father?
Oh no. That would be the first though.
I paced the bridge. I didn't feel my heartbeat. It has faded away. Everything I feel. Everything I breathe is stronger and harder. I was drowning in a black hole.
I wanted to forget. About everything.
I would just try something once?
I flicked the package of the pure white package. Eight little circles where in there. Waiting.
I ate them. Scars will heal soon.
I live now. Demitri. I die.
Sad eyes. Quite cryptic. Blood.
Drop it. It's dead.
See. You'll never walk only stagger.
The bridge was not very high. But the jump would kill me?
I hope so. I wanted to get everything over with.
Rusted now. Auburn colour. I ran my hands over the rusted iron.
Burned.
The pills finally settled.
Mmmm, the ocean washed over me.
Was this was it felt like.
My body wasn't there. It wasn't.
I spun.
I spun.
"Father", I breathed into my phone and low mumbling of chuckles followed after.
"Demitri. Are you high?"
"Mmmm I was looking at this bridge."
Silence, the water moved so amazingly. The way everything just went. Nobody paid any care. I
Why? We don't understand we will die. What if I die? What If I live forever?
What will it be worth?
What is the universe?
What is my life.
There nothing fun about life, unless you make it fun.
"Okay." He said.
"Hmm?"
"Die. Commit suicide. Good bye"
"Bye?"
"Yes. I wasn't waiting for you to die. But seeing as how you are acting lately...."
"Father...."
"Father...."
"Father...."
"FATHER."
"DAD."
"DADDY."
I dropped the phone. The noise made the numbing in my ears melt. I was melting. I was flying. Buzzing and pain struck the back of my skull.
As I hoisted myself up on the bar.
In was pure flying.
This is life.
Moving.
I'm not here.
Busts of colours ran throughout the tree's
My feet moved along the thin cement rail.
The tree's don't move.
The tree's are one.
Let me experience something for once.
My body fell forward.
Father never loved me.
I didn't like knowing.
Anything. I wanted to melt my brain.
I hugged my body. It was November. Cold. My knit, wool sweater with deers. Warmed me.
I wear mittens even though. It's not snowing.
It's not a fetish. Don't worry.
I look up. See guys from my school. Walking around. Long boarders I think.
And some girls.
I look down again. I was never liked.
My oxford's and my skinny jeans' stitch intrigued me.
The grass was greener over there. But there was more flowers over here.
"What are you doing here."
The voice rose with laughter. And breathed out.
There voice was cold almost. Curled at the end of the sentence.
I analyzed too much.
I looked up. Scared.
My body was fragile now. Fragile and numb.
Damen must of saw it in my eyes.
He was comforting I looked behind him.
The girls from my school. Some what well known. Liked. Admired. Wanted.
Were more near.
And the guys followed.
Was it because of Damen?
Damen jerked his head in there direction.
"I have that effect on people you know...."
I nodded.
"You didn't answer my question", His eyes stern and demanding.
I looked at him. Decked out in his salmon coloured lacrosse polo. Black jacket. Which you could tell was Armani.
And jeans like mine.
Dr. Martens.
I've always loved those.
"I-I don't know...."
Now the teenagers. Where there was about twenty of them.
Were near the opposite side of the pond. And within hearing range of us.
There was a small tree near us. Seven or nine were perched up against it.
Amazing.
"Want do you mean you don't know?!", He looked me in my eyes. And gave me a dark look. I was scared I don't know why.
His essence.
I looked in the pools of his light blue eyes.
Strong.
Too be nice and say. I didn't really want him here.
When ever he was near me. I just couldn't function. He was like an abusive father.
You didn't know what to do around him. To laugh. To admire? Or to shut the fuck up.
It was very obvious to Damen and I that all the people from my school was there and gawking at Damen.
His eyes poured into me. Electric light blue. So light it was shocking.
He sat down with me.
At this point everyone was watching.
There was even more people I think.
"Do you want to put on a show?"
A show? This was a nightmare.
I was forced.
I shook my head.
"Aww", His hand wrapped around mine.
He faced forward to me.
Winking.
Released my hand.
Then. Kissed me.
He didn't kiss me. He...took over me.
He wrapped his arms around my neck. Locking me into place.
His lips were like you were on speed. You felt everything twice as hard.
Tongue wrapped around my exploring my mouth. Searching the roof of my mouth.
Hands ripped through my hair like wild fire. His fingers kept knotting through my hair. Clutching him to me.
The kiss escalated into something I never wanted really.
Lips urgent and quick. Rough and unsteady.
The tempo never deceased. The harder and the faster.
Lips tugged on mine and arms cupping the small of my neck and another gripping my hair for dear life.
Our lips were pressed together so immensely.....
I swear. I heard gasps. And footsteps grow louder.
And clicks.
The ringing in my ears never deceased, I couldn't do anything.
He was pulling me closer and making my whole body feel nonexistent. Live wire. On fire.
His lips racing. My heart stopped. I think. It usually does that. But not this long.
I felt static. Warm hot static. Blood boiled under my skin. Like I just touched my hand to the burning stove.
Breaths ran out my mouth in wild gasps. Like I ran for seven kilo's.
His lips grazed my collar bone.
Biting my neck gently. Making a quick gasp escape my mouth.
Pain for a second. Then lips returned and kiss hard and looked at me.
"Are you okay?", Damen cups my cheek caressing my face. Running his now cold fingers throughout my hair. Breathing softly.
I shook my head. I have this horrible feeling of nolgastic run over me,as a wash of cold water.
I wanted him to stop. I didn't like what he was doing to me.
He knew it. He knew it so well. Even last night.
We didn't have rough sex. I got out quickly enough. But he was dead on me.
"I-I", I muttered, still stunned with everything.
I didn't dare to look up at the high schoolers. I knew what they exact expressions would be.
Did you know he is gay?
I always had a feeling about him and Ryan wanting to fuck each other in the hallways.
I think that hot guy over there...is an angel. Look at him.
Why can't we have more guys like that at school? He is. Breath taking. I....can't.
I really got irritated by Damen's presence near me. I didn't like it I was suffocated.
Damen must of noticed. For he pulled away from caressing my face.
He looked away. His body shifted from alluring and wanting. To cold and stern.
"Oh..."
"No. Damen"
His eyes looked at me now. Making me try to grip every ounce of reality I once had. They pitied me.
He grimaced. Looked disgusted,"You know what?"
I didn't speak.
"I gave you fucking everything I could. You don't want me?"
He screamed at me know. Making an extreme sheen of embarrassment run throughout me.
He stood up now. Backing away from me.
"I think I love you. I think I love you."
I didn't move. An inch.
" I want..."
He chocked out.
"But you don't want me."
His eyes were blinking like a machine. Hands running through his hair shaking.
"Damen.", I crooked out. Feeling acid run down my throat.
"No!", He pointed a finger at me. Backing away a bit more.
I looked away. I couldn't see him like this.
Frazzled. Shaken.
Looking innocent like a doe.
I had to look up again.
"You don't do this Demitri.", His brows were fixed together with anxiety. Lips bit. Shaking his head. Jaw clenched. Little restraint.
"Did I do anything wrong.", I felt like a robot. My voice was having no emotion.
I guess I was tried of everyone's bullshit.
"Yes." He had his back faced toward me now.
I looked at him. Squinted out out anger.
He was tall.
I had enough. Did I hurt his feelings. No I didn't. I didn't like what he was doing to me. Making me feel ways I don't like to feel. He was using me.
I stood up now.
And embarrassed myself? Maybe.
My voice roared.
"Your fucked up! You try to have angry rough sex with me. You make me feel ways I don't want to feel! You think I'm a bastard? I'm not!"
Then.
I left.
I didn't look back. I regained feeling in my heart.
I didn't care if he was going to murder me tonight. Suck out all my blood. Break all my windows.
I didn't care.
He was only Damen.
I didn't like school. I rather hated it. I tried to forget Rose and Tegan were there.
I had Drama class.
Ryan pulled his black sweater's hood over his head. Sniffled. And his red converse dragged along the hallway. He usually didn't wear all black.
But besides his blue low cut shirt. It was all black.
"How's things.", He muttered gently.
"Good..."
He paused. We both had Drama. He clutched his messenger bag closer to him sighing.
"Have you seen Haven? Or Danny?"
"Danny's sick today I think."
"Oh...", He looked worried.
We walked up the stairs. The hallways were growing empty.
Vacant.
As we made it to Drama. Miss. Dater was looking at the giant board.
Writing idea's and what not.
Ryan and I sat on the stands in the Drama. Everyone sits there. The stage was at front. We were on the highest stand.
The drama room had dark red walls and very large and wide windows.
Looked like an actual theater if you think about it.
Letting the light seep in and cast light beams across the wooden floor.
"What happened with you...", Ryan's pure green eyes flickered. His chestnut brown was really messy. But looking fairly attractive.
His pale complexion didn't look dull it looked vibrant.
I shrugged.
"What's with you? You aren't looking all indie hipster today."
He looked down and shrugged back.
We were silent.
"Are you gay?"
I felt a shock run through my body. And every single word Miss.Dater was saying didn't even run through my mind. I couldn't even hear it.
I heard was.
Are you gay?
Are you gay?
Ryan's tone took a humble and soft approach.
"It's just that, Damen was in the room you were in. And...Your shirt was there. And...He told me"
He sighed.
I made my eyes face forward. I felt so dizzy.
"Shut up Ryan", I was able to shoot out.
He was silent.
The play we were doing was something I'd hardly cared about Mac Beth.
Whatever. That's fun.
We were in groups of five.
There was four groups really altogether.
The group I was in four of them were from the park. Where Damen...and I were.
I only remembered one of there name's. Amy.
She was a blond who liked animals and was fairly liked by everyone. Her father worked as a leader in some youth groups I heard.
She was there basically the closest she could of been.
There was two other guys. One who was deep tanned. With striking light brown eyes. Soft features. And another boy. Not the best complexion. Slightly tanned but quite fair.
Then there was a girl I didn't even know but looked quite. She had her black hair pinned back and very small features.
Her almond eyes searched around. Her eyes in light hazel. Thick eyelashes. Noise defined. But wide and plump lips.
"So....", The deep tanned one spoke.
I looked at my phone for the first time in over twelve hours.
Trying to not act like I'm caring. But really it's killing me inside.
Amy cut in his awkward pause.
"Nolan, Marc, Brittany and....", Her soft light voice paused.
"Demitri", I mouthed out grimly it only came as a hush whisper
I don't think it will help my side of saying I'm not gay since I'm wearing a mint green v neck and oxford pants. Rolled up at the bottom with toms.
At our narrow white table the conversation picked up.
"So....", The deep tanned one who's name is Nolan made his voice sounds flirtatious. At this time my phone was down on the table.
"Who was that extremely hot guy? He was....", Nolan paused.
"Angel like. Breath taking. Heart stopping. Those EYES!", He nonchalantly sighed.
Oh no. No.
"Nobody.", My tone was sharp. I felt the venom pool in my mouth. Seeping off my tongue.
My throat began feeling stripped of moisture.
I looked at Amy who's freckles and deep blue eyes. Smiled.
"No really...are you gay dude? That was some serious tongue action...."
I shook my head. I felt like a kinder gardener. Or even a little girl trying on makeup. Only to get teased.
I looked down at the script given. And played it in my mind.
"He was very very very hot.", Amy's voice chimed.
"He had the most amazing eyes...he looked so. Beautiful.", Nolan added me mockingly.
"He's gay.", Marc's low voice chipped out. I wanted to hit him with some sick and cruel comment. But I voted against it.
"Yeah...." Nolan agreed-ed.
I finally looked up. I shocked them. I knew I did because the look that stirred up in Marc and Amy's eyes was fear.
"I.Am.Not.Gay.", My words slithered through my mouth.
Nolan only smirked.
"I don't like. Guys."
My breathing quicken.
"What about that rough sex you were having with him?", Nolan teased harshly.
"Fuck....Off...You arrogant jerk. "
I let words slip from my mouth I shouldn't have.
Because I knew that hell was breaking loose.