Wishful Thinking : Part 3

While we did what we were told I was able to touch Tyson almost everywhere. Actually I had to. Not that I was complaining.. And I was having even more fun when I looked over at Justin. He was staring at Tyson and me the whole time and he seemed pretty angry. Was this some sort of jealousy I saw in his eyes?

Tyson was now stretching my arm and he put one of his hands at my waist. I was trying to pretend not to be that happy that this perfection of man was taking care of me.

‘WTF do you think you’re doing?!’ I heard Justin screaming at some random boy. He wasn’t noticing that everybody in the whole sports hall heard him. ‘Dude what’s your problem?!’ he argued with this small boy.

Justin almost started a fight only a few seconds later but our teacher noticed and took him out of the hall. Just like everybody else I stared over at Justin as he left with the teacher.

‘What the hell is wrong with this guy’ Tyson said quiet, he was laughing.
‘I have no idea’ I lied and smiled to myself.

Normally I would have felt sorry for Justin but I liked the thought, that he was so uncomfortable seeing me with another guy.

1:0 for me.

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Another week later Justin still refused to talk to me and I was sick of it. I needed him. I missed him so much. I missed his touch. I missed how we could laugh together.. I even missed getting called ‘Pat’ because he was the only one who did that. I wanted him.

But I wouldn’t just go to him and tell him about that again. He knew about my feelings and I thought it was his turn to come and talk TO ME. After all we were best friends. And he was the one who always told me that nothing and nobody could tear us apart. Where was he now?

Why did he have to ruin everything. God if he only wasn’t so fucking proud.

On the other side Tyson and me grew closer by the day. Since he was in almost all of my classes I spend most of my time with him. He already had more friends than me even though he was here for only a few days. Probably because he was such a sight for everyone. As we walked through the hallway together almost everybody passing by greeted him. Damn he was freaking popular. And well.. again I managed to adore my ‘new’ best friend. I admit there were some similarities between Tyson and Justin. But unlike Justin, Tyson showed me some interest.

‘So we’re doing this report for history class together Patrick?’ he asked me one day after school as we were walking to our cars.

‘Yeah sure.. I guess I wouldn’t even dare to do it alone’
‘Pretty fucked up, huh?’ – ‘But now you got me. Don’t worry’ he said and blinked

‘Umm so when do you have time?’ I asked

‘Probably tomorrow.. you wanna come over to my house?’ he smiled
‘Yeah cool. Gotta go now sorry.. see you tomorrow’
‘Okay see ya’

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Maybe I used Tyson just to get over Justin. But it made me feel so much better you know.. Tyson could take away all that I thought was wrong.

So it was Tuesday and Tyson and me were sitting in my car, driving to his house after school. Even though we had to do this report about some civilian war in Europe I got some expectations that Tyson had something else on his mind. He was pretty much flirting with me during school.

It was the first time I was at Tyson’s house and it looked amazing. It was huge and looked like a fucking palace. Everywhere were mirrors and plants and there was this big staircase in the middle of the room.

‘You want something to drink?’ Tyson asked as he walked into another room

‘Sure.. ’ I said looking around.. I felt like in a movie. I was almost scared to touch anything in case I could break it.

So this guy wasn’t only hot as hell but also fucking rich?

Tyson came back with a bottle of water, his history book and some other stuff.

‘You mind if we go upstairs?’ he asked ‘because my parents will be home in a few hours and trust me you don’t wanna meet them’ he laughed

‘Fine with me’ I smiled

We went upstairs in his room, which was pretty much as big as the living room in my parent’s house. Tyson threw his stuff on his bed and sat down. I dropped my bag on the floor and felt a little awkward because I didn’t know what to do. Was I supposed to sit with him on his bed? I shoved my hands in my pockets, standing there like a fucking idiot.

‘What’s the matter? Sit down’ Tyson said

I looked at my feet sat down.. I think I just blushed.

‘Is everything okay?’ he asked confused

I only nodded and took my book and some paper and pens out of my bag.

‘Okay so where do we start’ Tyson asked looking through his stuff ‘- Remember this timeline Mrs. Fischer showed us?’
‘Umm yeah. I think it was from our book, wait..’ I answered and flipped through our history book

I found the right page ‘Here it is’

Tyson moved closer to me to take a look on the timeline. I could feel how my heartbeat skipped. He was so close I could listen to his breathing.
‘You think we should copy it from there?’ Tyson finally spoke
‘Huh?’

His hand accidentally touched mine as he wanted to turn to another page. I looked into his eyes. For a moment I expected them to be green but well that was obviously just my imagination. Argh. I really didn’t want to think about Justin now.

I stared doubtfully into Tyson’s brown eyes.

I shook my head.. kinda to clear my thoughts.
‘Maybe we should copy the main events from that timeline and add a few things from this other text she gave us’ I heard myself saying

‘Okay. You wanna write?’
‘Yeah sure’ I agreed
I took a pen and a paper and wrote down the things Tyson dictated to me.

After a few minutes Tyson reached for the bottle, which was lying right behind me.

His body came in contact with mine but he wasn’t really able to reach the bottle. He put his arms next to me on both sides. My brows went up because I wasn’t sure how I should react. Tyson lifted his head and looked up to me, his face was close to mine and he realized that he was stuck in this situation. I swallowed.

Without breaking the eye contact I grabbed at the bottle and held it out for him. He took a brief look at the water, but it wasn’t the bottle he wanted anymore.

He put his right hand on my chest and pushed me down on the bed. As I was lying there he sat on top of me, his feet to my left and right and his hand still on my chest.

He leaned in, closed his eyes and kissed me. I was distracted. He kissed me pretty sensually and I could feel his tongue entering my mouth, but my lips remained still.

Tyson finally let go of my lips but then he put his attention to my crotch. His hands slid up and down my tights. I felt really confused. Somehow this wasn’t what I wanted.. even though his hands felt so good on my body, there was something wrong about it.

Before I knew it he kissed me again. My mind kept racing.. This more than beautiful stud WANTED ME. But now I was having second thoughts? What the fuck was wrong with me?

I broke the kiss and pushed Tyson away. He opened his eyes and stared puzzled at me.

‘I’m sorry Tyson but I can’t’ I said bemused and sat up

Tyson looked at me for some seconds and then rushed

‘Look Patrick, I’m sorry..’ he stuttered ‘.. I thought you and me – oh my god. I am so sorry.. But I thought you were -’

‘No it’s not that.’ I said as I packed my stuff in my bag and stood up to look at him again ‘I like you Tyson. I REALLY like you – ‘But.. sorry I just can’t’

I needed to get out of this house. Away from Tyson. I couldn’t stand the disappointed look on his face. I couldn’t think about anything else than to get out.

I headed out of his house, to my car. As I sat inside I rested my head on the steering wheel.

WTF? I just walked out on this sex god. How stupid am I? Applause to myself. YEAH CONGRATS.

I started the engine and drove off. I hated myself for doing what I did, but I had to. I couldn’t start anything with another guy. I wasn’t ready. Tyson didn’t mean anything to me compared to Justin.