Angel

Ryan's P.O.V

I wake up on the floor in my room that could really use a good cleaning. I fell asleep in an awkward position which meant my neck hurt like hell when I stretched. I'd fallen asleep with my wings out, which added on to the pain. I retracted them back into the cuts in my back.

Looking in the mirror was nothing new. Deep, dark circles under my bloodshot eyes and my pale cheeks were deathly hollow.

I didn't want to go downstairs because I was afraid that Dad would be there. He might have a hangover and take out his anger of the sun on me. I made my way to my night stand to text Brendon.

I needed food in my system or my stomach would shrink to the size of a pea. I heard knocking on my bedroom window. I glance over to see Brendon with a bowl of cereal and a small carton of milk. Smiling gratefully, I unlatch the lock.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM, ROSS?" he shouted once he'd entered my shabby room.

I jumped to cover his mouth. We stayed like that for five minutes. When I was positive Dad was still asleep, I release him.

"Why would you scream so loud?" I whisper venomously as I pour the milk in the bowl of Cheerios.

"Have you seen yourself? Stop doing this," he says.

"Doing what?" I ask with a mouthful of cereal.

"This!" he gestures to all of me. "Being terrified of your father all the damn time."

I sigh. "You don't understand."

"I don't want to understand. You need to grow a pair and stand up to him!"

I place the empty bowl next to me. The story of my life, Brendon telling me to stand up to my abusive father who can obviously kill me with one blow to the head.

"Look, you're an angel, Ry. That's got to count for something. When are you going to tell him so he can fear you?" he asks.

"I'm not an angel, Bren…"

He groans unnecessarily loud. "What do you call a winged person who's heavenly in every way?"

I blush lightly.

"Shut up…" I mutter. "Anyway… I can't tell him. I just can't. It's bad enough I exposed myself to you, but to him…" I trail off.

He sighs and rubs my back lightly.

"Get up, Ry. I don't think you want to be late."

Spencer's P.O.V

"I mean, is it weird that I can't wait to see him? But I don't know if he feels the same. Hell, I don't even know if plays for my team! Well, he did have that look to him ya know? And…"

"SPENCE! Please… Shut the fuck up…" Jon says rubbing his temples in frustration.

I blush.

"Oh… was I rambling?" I ask sheepishly.

He lazily fixes his eyes on me as we hop off the train.

"Rambling is a total understatement. What you were doing can fill a six hundred page novel. Maybe," he adds.

I frown.

"Sorry… I just figured my best friend would be able to listen to my problems without complaining," I say through gritted teeth.

He gave me his famous lazy smile and I couldn't help but smile back.

That was Jon. At first glance, he'd look like a dead beat who could never get a job that doesn't care about shit. But when you get past that, he's the funniest and sensitive guy you'd ever meet. We kinda fit in each other. If he weren't straight, I'd be banging him by now.

But I can't even think about him. Just Ryan.

Finally, we arrive at the school.

"See you later," Jon says once we reach the door.

"Arent you gonna walk me in?" I ask.

"You're a big, gay boy. I think you can do it. I'll pick you up, so don't make plans," he says with a wink before walking out into the street.

Damn that boy…

I push my way into the school and into the stuffy classroom.

And there he is. In all his glory.

Ryan Ross.

I smile, and then remember that I'm Spencer Smith who isn't supposed to have feelings. I wipe the smile off my face and sit in the seat that I sat in the day before. He was sitting next to me again. Ryan glances at me and my heart skips a beat. I clear my throat.

"Rough night?" I ask at the sight of his tired looking brown eyes.

"Yeah, I had this guy over and I thought he'd never leave. So I had to stay up a bit later to satisfy him enough to leave," he says, sounding incredibly bored.

"Guy?"

He raises an eyebrow.

"You surprised?"

"N-no…I just…"

He laughs rather loudly before wincing and clutching his back.

"Your cute, ya know that?" he asks.

I try not to, but the blush stretches across my face despite me trying to fight it.

He giggles again and buries his head into his arms.

"Goodnight, Spencer."

I stare at him with my chin in my palm.

"Stop staring at me. Now," he growls darkly.

I jump slightly and avert my eyes to the board. What was that?

Normal P.O.V

Class let's out as scheduled without a problem, but the brunette feels something is amiss. It was in his pants.

'Damn that Spencer…'

He made his to the roof tearing his sweater off in the process. Flying always took his mind off of things like boners. The feathery appendages emerge from his back and he shakes them out with a pleased sigh.

However, in his rush up the stairs, he hadn't heard the blond who called out his name. He hadn't heard the footsteps following up the stairs. In fact, he only noticed that he was being followed when he heard that stifled gasp.

He spins around.

"S-Spencer…"

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