Falling for the big bad wolf
1: That sick to your stomach feeling
Standing beside Fitz at his locker I got this weird feeling in my stomach, it felt fluttery and it was tying its self in knots. I didn't like it all. I started to clutch at my stomach, maybe I ate something bad. I closed my eyes and started to think, that is until I got a punch in the arm. I opened my eyes, Fitz was staring at me. My stomach fluttered again.
"What's wrong with you dude? On your period?" He chuckled and pushed past me (there was another flutter when his arm hit mine, maybe I'm allergic to Fitz). I followed him, obviously.
"My stomach feels weird, that's all, maybe something I ate." I shrugged and followed behind Fitz like I always do.
"Maybe your idiocy infected your stomach too." He said letting out a small chuckle. "Dude, can I borrow ten bucks?"
"Oh yeah sure." I continued to walk behind him and pulled out my wallet. I was always glade to help my friends. I gave him a ten and smiled. "So, you want to come over tonight and watch a movie or something?"
"Dude, you make it sound like were dating." My stomach did a little flip and my face heated up just a little bit.
"No, I just mean as friends!" I complained shoving my wallet back into my pocket. That's crazy, how could I be dating Fitz, he's a dude, I don't date dudes.
"I'm busy tonight idiot." Fitz said pushing me a little bit. There was another stupid stomach flutter.
"Stop it!" I said loudly, I guess I didn't realise I was talking so loud. Fitz just looked at me and cocked an eyebrow.
"Stop what?" He growled.
"Stop touching me dude, what are you a homo! My stomach is killing me." I couldn't help but complain. I don't know why man, but Fitz just snapped. He grabbed me by the collar and shoved me up against the locker. He was a lot taller than me, so he started to lift me, I guess so I could look him in the eye. My feet dangled off the ground. I was kind of shocked at first, and then my stomach just sort of started bouncing off the walls. I could feel his hot breath hitting me in the face every time he took a breath, it smelled like cigarettes, I don't know why, but I didn't really mind the sting it left in my nose. Fitz was pushed all the way up against me, pinning me up against the locker with his body, I was getting kind of warm. His hands pulled my collar tighter. I just started at him wide eyed, I didn't really get what was going on at first.
"Who's a homo!" Fitz growled lowly. I didn't answer at first, he just stared, pretty darn shocked. Fitz pulled back a little bit just and slammed me back into the locker. It sent a small pain through my back when I hit the metal, but at the same time his stomach started to flutter even more then before."Who's a homo?" He repeated violently. Why was Fitz being such a jerk right now? Seriously, was it because I had called him a homo? I tried to think back, I guess I had been calling him that a lot lately, I don't know it just sort of happened, maybe that had set him off.
"Not you man! I'm sorry!" I started to grab for my collar, to get to Fitz to loosen his grip, I was losing air.
"Good, you gonna call me a homo again?" Fitz pushed back up against me. My heart started pounding faster and faster, I don't know why, I guess I kind of liked it, the way it hurt when Fitz slammed me against the locker, the way Fitz was pulling a tighter close on my breathing, the way his belt buckle ground into my man parts kind of painfully. Fitz was in control of my every breath, and that thought made my stomach go crazy, and of course scared me, I mean Fitz could break me in half.
"No, never." I said, couching a little bit. Fitz pulled back and let go, dropping me on my feet. I couldn't help but wobble a little bit before looking back up at Fitz. "I'm sorry man, seriously, I wasn't thinking."
"You never do." Fitz chuckled a little bit and walked off, leaving me there by myself with my stomach killing, confused.
I walked into the lunch room and looked for where Fitz and his friends were sitting at lunch today. I sat down at the table and dropped my bag beside the chair. My stomach started to hurt again. I just let out a sigh and looked at them. It was so awesome to be able to sit with them; seriously, I mean I'm only in tenth grade.
"Hey guys." I smiled at them.
"Hey Homo." Fitz said nudging me. The other guys laughed. Fitz probably told them all about our encounter this morning.
"Ha, ha, very funny Fitz." I fake chuckled and glared up at him. He just laughed a little bit and went back to eating his French fries. I couldn't help but watch the way that his lips moved when he ate, and the way his tongue slipped out just a little bit and licked the ketchup from the corners of his lips, my stomach jumped a little bit again, I didn't even realise that I was staring.
"Whatcha looking at home?" Fitz glanced at me with a cocked eyebrow. I blinked once, twice.
"What?" I blinked again. I never noticed how freckly Fitz was.
"You were staring." He glared, the other two just looked at me. I blinked.
"At your French fries, I'm hungry." Of course I wasn't hungry, I don't eat.
"You, hungry?" He scoft a little bit. Fitz was the only person who knew about my condition. I never even told Cordie after had Flint. It just didn't seem right telling her. Fitz felt like the only person I could tell about it, I don't know why though. At least he hasn't told anyone about it yet.
"Yeah, I was hungry." I opened my bag and pulled out a little baggie with three cute up pieces of celery. The other guys looked at me.
"Dude, you're like rich, shouldn't you be bringing like three course turkey dinners to lunch?" The ginger with the curly hair asked, I don't remember his name. So I am rich, not like I go around flaunting my money!
"I don't have enough room in my book bag to fit all that food, as good as that sounds." I let out a small chuckle. It didn't sound good at all, three course meals made you fat and I really don't want to be fat. Have you ever seen a pro skateboarder that's fat? No, exactly!
"Why don't you just pay someone to carry it around for you?" They chuckled again. I ignored them and started to eat my celery. Less than half way through lunch Fitz stood up.
"I'm going for a smoke." He glanced down at me.
"I'll come with you." I grabbed my book bag and followed him out of the school.
Fitz stood behind the school smoking; I on the other hand had grabbed my skateboard on the way out of the school and was no skateboarding in circles. We didn't say anything, he smoked, and I skated, nothing else. I did a couple of tricks, which I nailed of course, my stomach started to act up again.
"You know you should eat more." Fitz said absently, still leaning against the wall. I was a little shocked when he said that and lost my concentration which made me hit a stupid rock, something only losers do, which I guess I am. I lost my balance and fell off my board hitting the ground hard. I was just laying there upside down, not really thinking. I blinked as Fitz dropped his cigarette and crushed it under his heel. Everything was upside down. He came up to me and stood right over my face. He was smirking. "You know you should wear a helmet, you're going to lose more brain cells then you already have." He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me upwards. I blinked as I was pulled up so violently. I was a little dizzy. Fitz reached for my head; I didn't really understand what was going on, my head hurt. He grabbed my hat and pulled it off.
"Fit-"
"Shut up." He interrupted. His breath attacked my nose, stinging it again. He touched his hand to the back of my head. It stung, a lot, I was a little shocked, so I pulled back. I guess I lost my foot or something and started to fall back. Fitz grabbed the front of my shirt. I was a little shocked, again. All that was keeping me from falling on my ass was Fitz. "You're an idiot." He said pulling me back up. "Don't move this time!" He put his arm around my back; it was like… a hug almost. He held me there in place as he felt around the top of my head then he hit the spot that had stung again. I tried to pull away, but he just pulled me closer. My head was hurting from his forceful touching and my stomach was flipping up and down, it was a bear on a unicycle in a circuses show!
"Ow, man stop it!" I said pushing at his chest to make him let go. Under his thin layers I could sort of feel his abs, which made me pull my hands away, I didn't want to touch those!
"Dude, you're bleeding." He said with a small chuckle holding up his blood covered fingers. He let of me picked up my board. Then shoved my hat back at my chest. I grabbed it and was about to put it back on. "Don't put it back on, idiot!" I don't see why. I still hadn't said much. I just blinked. "I'm taking you to the nurse, you sort of need that checked out, seriously. You're an idiot." He started to walk away, I followed slowly behind him. I started to see spots, everything was getting hot and I think I was getting tipsy. I trying saying his name, but I don't think it came out right, things were getting worst.
"Fitz?" I think I got it out that time. Didn't matter, everything went black. I think I fell over.
Laying by the pool in just my boxers, very nice. The sun beating down warmly and everything seemed perfect. Then I heard footsteps. Fitz came out of the house in nothing but a Speedo (which was weirdly attractive), he was carrying a silver tray with a glace of juice on top of it. He put the juice down on the table beside me and smirked.
"One freshly squeezed orange juice," He paused for a second then got on top of me, straddling me on the lawn chair, I was a little shocked, and a little (a lot) turned on. "With a side of Fitz, just like you ordered." That stinging cigarette breath hit my face as he moved closer and pressed his lips up against mine.
"AH, AH." I sat straight up both my hands clutching at my hair. Did I just have a wet dream about Fitz? No, no I didn't that's crazy.
"Dude, calm down." It was Fitz. My face felt hot. Where was I? The nurse walked up from behind me and pushed me back down lightly.
"Ashton, lay down, you hit your head." She said with a smile. She's hot, yeah, she's hot because she's a chick, unlike Fitz!
"I hit my head?" I blinked and rubbed the back of it, which was covered in gauze.
"Yeah idiot, you were outside and you fell off your skateboard, I wish I had off recorded it for youtube, it looked hilarious." He chuckled a little bit. The nurse glared at him. He just smiled, and then looked at me. "Was someone having an exciting dream?" Fitz asked motioning his head to my lower parts. I looked down and there it was, making a tent in my shorts. My face turned red. That stupid dream.
"Umm, yeah I guess, it was pretty hot." I said quietly. I was still kind of out of it I guess. "Am I ok?" I blinked up at the nurse.
"Yes you are Ashton, just be careful next time and wear your helmet!" She said passing me some sort of pills and a little paper cup for water. I took them and drank up. I felt the back of my head and it still hurt. Fitz tossed me my hat like he knew what I was thinking. I put it on to cover up the gauze.
"So am I free to go?" I asked sitting up again. I felt dizzy; maybe I sat up a little too fast. I laid back down. "Wow, this is really trippy."
"I don't think you're really in a state to, stay here and rest. If you're not ok by the end of the day I'll call Mark here to come get you." She nodded. Fitz just nodded then got up and left. I didn't really want to be alone. I let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling.
"So, how are you Miss Hogard?" I asked turning my head slightly.
"Oh I'm fine, last time I saw you it was because you passed out from starvation, how's that going?" She blinked. Whenever we talked it was always about this, so I don't want to get fat, a bunch of movie stars do it, so why can't I? I'm going to be famous one day anyway!
"It's going fine, I'm eating a solid three to four celery sticks a day, sometimes more." I nodded a little bit.
"You really need to talk to someone about your problem Ashton." She said in a worried tone. Screw you! I'm fine! I wanted to yell, but I didn't it would hurt my head to much.
"I have, Fitz knows, Fitz is the only one who needs to know." I said shaking my head a little bit.
"Are you sure, do your parents know, or your girlfriend?" She asked standing over me with a worried look. I preferred it when Fitz was smirking over me, I mean… no! I like her boobs being partly in my vision, it's hot.
"My parents don't care, and me and Cordie broke up, I only see her when I'm going to see Flint. Anyway, shut up! Not like you're my counselor or something, just let me sleep or whatever." I growled. She was getting kind of annoying, Fitz was the only one who needed to know, he was the only one who really cared about me.