Sam was halfway writing his essay when he has this heavy feeling that someone is watching him. He's probably just being paranoid. Sam tries to shrug it off but he feels the pressure from behind him. Shifting his weight in his seat, Sam tries his hardest to focus on the task in front of him. However, this wasn't going to happen as the words blur, Sam starts to feel really uncomfortable. Someone is definitely watching him.
After about five more minutes of intense pressure Sam finally asks to be excused for the bathroom. Thankfully his English teacher let him escape. Sam didn't waste time after getting consent and rushed out the room. However, out the corner of his eye he sees someone follow him out the room.
Sam goes into the quickest walk he can, knowing that someone is following him, the pressure from earlier not lifting. Sam turns a corner in the corridor, and hides against the wall waiting for his stalker to turn in. As soon as he sees someone approach him, he grabs the front of their shirt and pin them against the wall he was leaning against. "Why are you followin-" Sam didn't finish his question as he saw the culprit.
Those honey eyes staring at him so wide and shining. His words were caught up in his throat as he wrapped his head around the fact this guy was here. Under him, in his grip, he had been watching him and followed him out here. Sam got closer to him, now he was inches away from him, he could feel his breath. Sam whispered in a sort of threatening tone. "Who are you? And why are you following me?" Sam narrowed his eyes, awaiting the answer. The look the man in his grip was showing, was a contrast of happiness and distress. He looked down to where Sam still had him pinned against the brick wall. Reluctantly, Sam eased off of him but was ready to grab for the man as soon as he tried to make a run for it.
Sam watched him straighten himself up a little, the man looked up at him with a slight smile twitched on the edges of his lips. Sam frowned, this guy was impossible to figure out, he disappears into thin air, he kissed Sam and is stalking him. What was wrong with this guy? Crossing his arms, trying to look more intimidating, Sam waits for an answer. He didn't exactly get to one he was expecting.
The nameless guy steps forward and locks his lips with Sam's in a quick swoop, Sam was shocked. He froze in place for a few seconds, secretly enjoying the reminder of such sugary lips. That's when his other side came to life, bringing him back to earth. He pulled away, taking a step back and pushing the other away by the shoulders. He wasn't going to let himself be tricked into this again, he was sober this time and well aware of what he was doing. He scowled at the man in front of him and felt his heart tighten inside his chest when he saw the look was being given.
The other man wiped his lips with his sleeve and glanced down at the ground before looking back up at Sam. His eyes looked paler as if the sweetness had dripped out of them and the honey colour from before had been replaced by the cold sadness filling eyes. His expression of hurt was making Sam feel like he was being torn apart from the inside out. "I- I just…" Sam didn't know exactly what to say, but he had to say something. "I- it's just that.. I'm not.. I don't- I'm not into men. Actually.. I hate the thought of it. It's… di- disgusting…" Sam had trouble get his words out as the spilled out of his mouth, he could see that every word he said was crushing the other man. Biting his bottom, Sam shut up before he hurt him more, seeing the tears glassing up those pale eyes. Sam could swear he had a shaky sigh from the other.
They stood like that for a couple of minutes, Sam unsure of what to do or how to act. That's why he jumped slightly when the shorter man moved. Sam looked up from the ground he was glaring at. The shorter man stepped forward, cautiously though. Sam looked at him, he still had that hurt look in his eyes but in the mix was added pity. Pity on Sam. Sam watched him move slowly, cautious that Sam would push him away again. He lifted his hand slowly, Sam looked down, his eyes following it. It moved slowly moved up and forward, gently pushing against Sam's chest. Just over where his heart was. Although the touch was gentle it burned against his skin, making his heart beat painfully against his ribcage and his skin dissolve under his shirt. Sam glanced up to see that those eyes had returned in colour, seeing the hope back in them fighting the pity that was still glimmering in the honey. After a few seconds, Sam closed his eyes at the heat radiating of the hand and into his chest.
This only lasted however for a about a minute when a gust of wind caught him and the sound of ruffling feather filled his ears. Suddenly, the warmth had gone and left a hardened feeling against his skin. He snapped his eyes open to see an empty corridor. He was gone. Again. The feeling of regret and relief washed over him like a wave. What did he do? And what is he going to do? Sam had to get his head straight and his feelings in order before he let this get to him too much.