A/N: I was super excited to upload this. I hope you like it as much as I do, or else it might be weird/awkward/sad... :/
I see the end approaching...
It was apparent that he was pissed.
Every time Kirby threw the football back at Damon, it hit the other
male with so much force that it almost knocked him flat on his back.
Where did his anger really come from? Well, the fact that everyone was
out to get him since he's been weakened and put in a wheelchair.
Every throw hit Damon harder and harder, until he finally did fall in
his back. Kirby didn't even acknowledge that he fell down and called
it a day to stop playing with Kirby.
Well fuck.
He stomped (the best he could in a wheelchair) over to the side of the
gym building and sulked. He waited for someone to pass by that didn't
look too weakened to take a football from Kirby. Unfortunately for
him, they were all panting and slouching and ready to just kick back
and do whatever they did.
It only made Kirby more angry.
He wanted, no, needed to get his frustrations out somehow without
really hurting himself or making a stupid mistake. If he wasn't in a
wheelchair, he would have gone and beat someone up, but it's kind of
hard when you can't evade attacks all that easily and you're slipping
and sliding and you have to use your arms to move forward, leaving a
space open for your opponent to attack, therefore knocking you out...
Kirby grumbled angrily to himself as he wheeled towards the parking
lot with the help of Gord, who had just happened to walk by. He
suddenly got Troy's attention, his stupid voice ringing throughout the
lot. Kirby wasn't even sure what he said.
It was probably a warning or a war cry, because Gord took off running
and Tom and Ethan came out of nowhere. Fucking Tom, man...
Kirby shot daggers at everyone staring at him, yet he sat still. No
sudden movements around Bullies, he learned from past experience. Just
wait for Trent to come out...
The Bullies were advancing closer with each passing second, and Kirby
has thoughts about turning and rolling away. But he stayed where he
was and slowly crossed his arms. Not all of the Bullies had appeared
yet anyways.
A sudden thought hit him.
Trent wasn't a Bully anymore.
Shit.
Abort mission! he screamed to himself, breaking the rule of no
sudden movements by jerking his arms back to his wheels and zooming
off in the opposite direction. Damn, he was stupid.
He rolled towards the dorm, and didn't really think about the stairs
as he struggled to roll upwards. He was sure that Tom, Troy, and Ethan
were following him.
He opened the door to Trent and Davis's room, even though he knew the
consequences of what happened last time, and slammed the door behind
him. Fortunately, Davis was only reclining back against the wall his
bed was against, playing a handheld videogame.
"Heya," Davis spoke without looking up. Kirby took a moment as he
studied the environment around him.
What the hell happened here?
A dresser drawer was pulled open halfway with clothes sticking out of
it, clothes were thrown across the room, on the closet, on Trent's
bed, at the end of Davis's bed, on the bookshelf, and even on the
window sill. ...Was that a condom?
"If you're looking for Trent, he's in town," Davis stated bitterly,
furrowing his eyebrows at he stared at his screen. Kirby bit his lip
and nodded, slowly rolling backwards and shutting the door that had
mysteriously creaked open.
Time to go to town.
He got Angie to help him wheel around town, since she was on her way
there as well. Bullworth Town was small enough that Kirby would be
able to spot him easily. He didn't tell Angie that he was looking for
him though. She thought it was some sort of weird date.
They stayed silent for the most part, except for the raven haired girl
asking random questions so shyly Kirby thought that she could get an
acting career faster than Trent. No way she was actually as shy as
that...
Eventually it was time for Angie to go back to campus and call her
mom. But Kirby hadn't found Trent yet, so he stayed behind. He just
really needed someone to vent to. And he was the only one...
If Kirby was Trent, where would he go? What could he possibly need in
town?
He brought a thumb nail to his mouth as he stared down at the cement
sidewalk in thought. The adults passing by snapped at him for being
right in the way, but he paid them no mind. Every place that popped
into Kirby's mind was in Old Bullworth Vale. And besides, he could've
taken too long and Trent would already be back to the dorm.
Knowing Trent, he'd stay up past curfew.
He bribed a Greaser on the street corner to rush him at least to the
front of the school.
He made sure to quickly check the front of the dorms and the
intersection to the dorms, school, and gates. The only student he saw
was Sheldon.
The first place he checked was the docks, then he struggled along the
sand when he saw someone under the bridge. It didn't appear to be a
hobo or a prep, at least not in the very little light he had left of
the day.
His arms were tense by the time he reached the person, who was
obviously Trent judging by the way he grinned and how his blue eyes
shone when he saw Kirby.
The jock crawled off of his wheelchair and plopped beside Trent with a
sigh. Making sure that no one was around and that they were well
hidden, he slumped against the blonde's shoulder. He could feel the
familiar fingers run through his hair as the water lapped against the
shore. It was so peaceful, Kirby almost forgot about the emotions
bottled up in his chest. He didn't want to break the silence between
them.
Instead he shifted so that his knees were against his chest and their
hips and arms were connected. Trent's hand moved from his hair to his
hand and held it firmly in between them. The brunette had to suppress
a smile.
"You come out to find me babe?" the blonde spoke softly as his thumb
traced the pale knuckles of the hand resting in his own.
"Yeah," Kirby whispered. "I needed to talk."
"Lay it on me, Kirb."
Kirby sighed. "I hate people."
"Come on..."
Kirby chewed on the inside of his cheek before he continued.
"It's like everyone's out to get me. I hate it. I got beat up by the
Bullies already, then I got attacked by Tom, then a prefect just
happened to be there when I defended myself..."
"Tom attacked you?" Trent's expression darkened dangerously.
"He just punched me," the jock pointed to his cheek where a small
bruise was. "But I got payback."
"Fuck..."
They were both silent for a moment. Kirby could feel Trent thinking
beside him. Now it was time for Trent to be talking to him...
"Don't worry about it, okay?"
Trent snorted. "How can I not? I can't just not worried about random
attacks my clique... is..." he stopped, biting his lip. His eyes
softened as he sighed. "You're getting hurt and I don't like it."
Kirby looked around before leaning in close. "Hey..."
When Trent turned, almost uncertain, Kirby pushed himself up to
connect their mouths like they had on the couch. He held it for a
second or two before he pulled away.
"If you're so worried about it, stick by me the whole way."
Trent's expression instantly changed to ecstasy. His lips formed into
a wide grin and his eyes twinkled. "You really mean it, Kirbs?"
The brunette returned his smile and nodded, a blush forming on his
face. He couldn't really believe that it was happening... again. And
he was the one who started it! Score one for Kirby!
Trent leaned down to connect them once again, moving his lips against
the other male's with fervency. The air around them was light, their
energy swirling around them and engulfing them in euphoria.
Finally.
