Chapter Five – Even Better Timing, Wyatt

Chris stared into Jesse's eyes, this couldn't be what Chris was expecting for so long was it? It couldn't be, this stuff never happened to him; it was too unreal. He looked down at his hands, they were wrapped around Jesse's or was Jesse's hands wrapped around his? It didn't matter, all that matter is that was that was here, with Jesse. He felt sweat in between his fingers, or was it sweat between Jesse's fingers? He was thinking too much, and looking too much into the situation. How could this be though? Jesse was straight, he wasn't what Chris thought he was, it wasn't possible.
Jesse looked into Jesse's eyes, they were so green, so bright…so hot. It was like looking into heaven, looking into something that was so beautiful yet, so sad. He knew what Chris did when he wasn't at practice or studying, he's known since freshman year when he almost walked in on Chris and the Capitan of the Cheerleading squad in the locker room; he pitied him. It was the only thing holding back from claiming what he thought could be his, he would find it so much more easier if what Chris wasn't doing; besides he didn't fool around with guys, he did with girls. No possible way he could be remotely gay, it was not a key in any lock that could be fitted. He bowed his head, and felt the emotional drain on his body.

Chris watched as Jesse bowed his head, what was the matter? Did he do something? Or was Jesse just being Jesse? He didn't know, but he wanted know; he felt like he should know. He wanted to say Jesse was his, but he didn't, he didn't want to claim that until he had proof.

"Chris." Jesse finally said breaking the silence. Chris was relieved, he also felt Jesse's grip on his hands tighten and become more secure around his own. He looked at Jesse like he had all the hope, faith, and assurance that a person could need. Chris bit his lower lip.

"Yes." Chris replied.

"Chris." Jesse said again.

"CHRIS!"

Something registered in Chris' head, someone else had called for him he looked over and saw Wyatt talking on his cell phone and yelling his name at the same time, he motioned for him to go to his car, but now? Not now! Chris would give anything for it to be not now.

"You got to go." Jesse said letting go of Chris' hands. Chris' heart fell to his feet. "We'll finish this later."

"No, Jesse." Chris said getting up with him. "Please, what do you need to say."

"Don't worry about it, Wyatt is calling you just go please." Jesse said with a sorrow face and walking down the steps and to his locker. Chris watched in awe as he looked at Jesse walking away, he had never gotten that close to Jesse ever, he was holding his hands. Chris looked down at his hands, they still had sweat on them, and he looked up and Jesse was already gone. No! His heart shattered in his chest, and he even felt his chin tremble, but then Wyatt called for him again.

"CHRISTOPHER!"

He felt a great hate for his brother, he never had a reason to hate before; but this was different. He created fists, and walked in his brother's direction, Wyatt was still talking on his cell phone.

"Alright Babe, talk to you later." Wyatt said flipping the phone shut, but he didn't see Chris drop his back pack or duffle bag only a few feet from him and shove Wyatt back.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Chris yelled.

Wyatt was shocked, and looked at Chris like he was crazy. "Whoa, hey!"

"You couldn't have waited five freaking' minutes, I was having a conversation with Jess, and you and you're stupid little girlfriend had to talk, and then we have to go-"

"huh?" Wyatt said confused.

"I am having a conversation with Jess and then you yell my name and we have to go, what the hell is wrong with you!"

"Chris, hey what's wrong?" Wyatt said seriously.

"I was talking with Jess." He said turning his back on Wyatt. He couldn't let him see do this, he never let anyone see him while he was like this. But his hate and frustration was too much. "I've had with it everything – EVERYTHING!" He yelled.

"Chris," Wyatt said coming closer. "What's wrong?"

Chris tried to ignore and sway his brothers glance, but a tear fell from his cheek. He looked around trying to find somewhere to hide, but there was no where. He didn't care he faced his brother.

"Okay, very good you have Ashley, you have top grades, you got friends, you got it all – but all I have, you want to see all that I have?" Chris said as tears fell down his cheek.

"What?" Wyatt replied.
Chris instantly went into his backpack and pulled out a large yellow mailing envelope, opened it and pulled out a hand off of cash. Wyatt looked shocked and awed.

"This is what I have," he said throwing it to the ground, "all of this!" he ripped the package and money flew everywhere. Wyatt was stunned at all the money and yet very confused, where did all of this come from? Why was it all that he had? What the hell is wrong with Chris? Wyatt put his hands up, and all the cash flew towards him, making a nice neat stack in mid air. He saw fifties and hundreds coming his way, he was amazed at all.

He looked over and saw his little brother sitting on a bench by a tree, crying into his hands. He knew, by brotherly intellect that Chris wanted to be alone but there were too many unanswered questions. With the money he walked over to Chris, and sat down next to him. Chris got up, and tried to get away, but Wyatt grabbed his belt on his jeans and pulled back down, but Chris turned around and punched Wyatt in the face. Wyatt was knocked back and fell backwards off the bench and into the tree. Chris watched as his brother fell backwards, what had he just done? Why did he do it? He had never hit Wyatt before ever? What the hell was wrong with him? He needed to leave.

"Okay, that's it!" Wyatt said getting up, "Come here, now!" He directed at Chris, he saw his little brother already beginning to run. Wyatt put his hand up, and Chris was paralyzed only a few feet from him. Wyatt walked over in front of his brother.

"Please, leave me alone." Chris pleaded.

"No, and nice punch." Wyatt said, "Where did all of this come from?" He motioned at Chris putting the money in front of him.

"Let me go, please!"

"No, where did this come from?"

"Let me go!"

"No, answer the question."

"Let me go, and I'll answer it, just please." Chris could only move his head and he looked at his brother straight in the eye. Wyatt looked serious, yet he kind of knew Chris' position, he broke the telekinetic grip on him and Chris felt his body come back into his control. He lowered his head, he couldn't dare tell Wyatt the honest truth.

"Did you rob a bank?"

Chris heard him but didn't respond.

"Are you doing drugs? Drinking? Gang?"

Chris still didn't move, but his emotions were beginning to take over. "I am so sorry." He sobbed out. "I am so sorry."

"What?" Wyatt asked, "What did you do? Is it bad?"

Chris nodded his head and wiped his nose on his hand. "Please, god, I am so sorry. So sorry."

"If its not any of those from what I told you – oh no, Chris." Wyatt said.

"Please, Wyatt, I am so sorry." Chris said finally looking up. "We don't have the money for Harvard, so I was thinking that if I did this, I would have enough."

"Is this money from sex?" Wyatt demanded. "And I want an honest answer, Christopher."

Chris bowed his head, and knelt down on the ground, and cried into his knees he couldn't help it; it was all built up inside of him he had to let it go, he had to let his body go, he had to let his emotions go, he had to mentally let it all go. Wyatt knelt down, and he didn't know if he should be angry at him or pity him, he watched as Chris lost his balance and fall backwards. Chris cursed and got up, red faced and embarrassed.

"How long Chris?"

He waited a few seconds before answering, "October, Freshman year." He replied.

Wyatt nodded, and bit his lip. "A year and half huh? Why didn't tell anyone?"

"And be the outcast in the family, and be the fucking whore and fucking loser that I am? Oh mom, dad, I have a sex to make money is that okay!"

Wyatt looked at his brother, "How much is here?"

Chris couldn't answer that question, he refused too. "I was going to open a savings account, with that today, and then Jesse he wanted to talk. Oh god, Jesse."

"What about Jesse, is something wrong?"

"No, nothing is wrong, there is nothing wrong with him." He replied in a lower voice, "He's perfect, but he doesn't want me."

Wyatt had to think about that twice, did his brother say what he thought he said?

"Jesse is so perfect, so caring, so mature, so much different then any of the other guys, and he doesn't want me. Why doesn't he want me Wyatt?" Chris turned and looked at his brother, but then he just realized what he was doing. What was he saying?

Wyatt looked at him, like he had known; still shocked, but he knew.

"Oh god," Chris said, "Totally forget everything I just said." Chris walked over to get his backpack and duffle. Wyatt was in daze, he looked up as Chris was putting his stuff back over his back.

"No, Chris wait." Wyatt said walking over to his brother, "Chris, its okay."

Chris stopped.

"Don't be ashamed of who you are, I – I kind of knew."

"What?" Chris said in a low voice.

"Well, you're in swimming for one thing, and I always noticed you and Jesse were always being with each other more then anything at practice, he digs you."

"Swimming? What does that have to with anything?"

Wyatt smiled. "Sorry, look you're a great kid."

"No I am not, have you not listened about anything that's been going on here!"

"I have, but I am just saying if you minus all of this out you're a great swimmer, great student, and an awesome friend."

"But, I am not what Jesse wants."

"Don't be so sure about that, cause you two were holding hands over there a while ago, he defiantly digs you; you just can't see it."

"He has a girlfriend."

"Had a girlfriend,"

"Yeah – how did you know that?"

"I hear things." Wyatt smiled. "Can I ask you a question?"
Chris sighed, "What?"

"Did you have sex with dudes or chicks?"

"Girls…I only want one guy and he's not interested."

"Okay, Chris." Wyatt said walking with his brother over his own backpack and picking it up. "We're going to go home and wash up, and tonight we're going to invite Jesse over and you two are going to talk."

"What!" Chris yelled, "No I can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"He's got a Chemistry exam tomorrow, and he's has to study."

"But you two are in the same class, study together."

"Wyatt," Chris asked.

"Yes."

"Don't tell mom please, please don't tell her."

"Tell her what?" He said with a smile as he put his arm around his brother and walked to his car. "Besides, she is at a dinner with Phoebe tonight, and I'll be chilling in my room, and basically you and Jess get the house all to yourselves."