I Kissed A Boy: Chapter Four

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Chapter Four

Holy crap! Was I going to end up kissing everyone I met?! Or was it just the Pattersons that were a freakish gay family? Oh god. I was afraid of meeting their uncle next!

I immediately stepped backwards and hit my back into the hallway wall, throwing an arm up to cover my mouth as I glared at Rick, who licked his lower lip as if testing the taste of the kiss.

"Hmm... Not bad, for a beginner. I'm surprised. You're not Blake's type." Rick stated, folding his arms over his chest. I gritted my teeth and threw my arm down.

"What the hell?! No shit I'm not his type, because I'm a guy!" I protested angrily. Rick raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening dangerously. I didn't like this guy at all. Blake was right. Hell, he was worse than Blake and that was saying something!

"Oh. So you're that kind of guy. The kind of guy who runs around with a torch saying 'burn the gays'? For real? Now I really feel sorry for little Blake. The one cute guy he brings home, and he's one of those guys." Rick sighed dramatically, shaking his head. I twitched. What a freaking jerk. Was this whole family made up of stupid?!

"Screw you! I'm only here because I have to be, not because I wanna be! If I had the choice, I wouldn't even be here! Especially around-"

BAM

I went still, snapping my mouth shut as Rick slammed his hands on either side of my head against the wall, his face a couple inches from me. Dear god, I was yelling at a guy who could be a twin of The Rock. I was screwed. I was going to get beaten to a bloody pulp by this freak of nature. Oh god, I rahter be beaten to a pulp than anything else...

"Especially around who?" Rick teased. I glared at him, clenching my fists. Don't get me wrong, I was pretty freaked out, but I freaking hated it when people did that to me. The whole teasing thing pissed me off to no end.

"People like you! It's not normal!" I snapped. Rick made a face.

"Not normal? So, it's normal for you to run around flipping skirts and touching breasts?"

"Well, y-"

"And it's not normal to do anything like this?" Rick lunged down and captured my lips again, this time, his mouth open and mine too. My eyes widened as his wet tongue slid into my mouth, curling and taking my breath away. I felt his hand move down my side, over my abdomen and before I knew it, his hand was between my legs.

"Ugh!" I tried to shove him back, bite on his tongue, anything to get him off, but he wouldn't budge! It was like trying to kick King Kong off you! Rick pressed his chest against me, keeping me pinned as he let his hand do whatever it wanted, same goes for his tongue. I couldn't breathe! I felt like I was choking on his tongue.

"Rick!" I never thought I'd be so happy to hear Blake's voice. Blake grabbed Rick by the shoulder and reeled him back across the hallway into the wall. My legs wobbled and gave out so I slumped against the wall, hitting the floor. As much as I hated to admit it, my body was hot now and I felt flustered. I mean, I was just molested by some freakishly strong guy.

"Whoa," Rick exclaimed, giving an expression of mock surprise, "Calm down, little brother. It's not like I was going to go any further than that..." If looks could kill, Rick would've died in a second as Blake stared at him. It was hard to tell what kind of expression he was wearing. It was like a mixture of hate, anger, and surprise.

"What the hell is wrong with you? And what're you doing home?" Blake demanded icily. Whoa, so he did he have some emotion. He sounded royally ticked. Rick just smiled playfully as he pushed off the wall.

"I live here, don't I? I just wanted to prove that it was normal. Look at him, he's already hot and sweaty." He gestured at me and I stiffened. I felt my face growing hotter and I wanted to melt into the floor. It didn't feel good, not mentally anyway! I didn't want a guy to touch me! But obviously my body didn't care about what was going on in my head because I could feel that my pants had grown just a bit too snug and I realized I was panting quietly.

Blake was staring at me. I tensed up.

"I'm leaving." I managed and started to scramble to my feet to take off, but Blake caught my elbow and reeled me back against the wall.

"Hold up," He commanded, "We're not finished. Rick, you can leave." Rick hummed thoughtfully, turning his back to us and heading to a different part of the house.

"I'll just be waiting in my room in case your little boy toy wants to finish what he started."

"What I started?!" I cried in disbelief. Rick just laughed and disappeared down the hallway opposite to us. Blake sighed and let go of me, running a hand through his hair.

"Didn't I tell you that you didn't want to meet him?" He asked. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I felt like my tongue was tied up. I was humilated, uncomfortable, and I just wanted to crawl into bed and die.

"Look," Blake said quietly after a while, making me glance at him out the corner of my eye, "Don't let him get to you, he was just screwing around. Go ahead and use the bathroom." I took that opportunity, ducking into the bathroom and slamming the door shut, locking it behind me.

I went straight to the sink and turned the cold water on, letting it turn icy before I splashed a bunch of it into my face. I took big deep breathes, trying to calm down. I could already feel myself slowly relaxing, in all the right places. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, blue eyes staring back and my hair was all messed up

I grimaced and ran my fingers through my hair before turning around to rest my back against the sink, tilting my head up toward the ceiling.

Shit, what the hell did I get myself into?

"You son of a bitch." I jumped, hearing Blake's voice outside the door. I frowned curiously and stepped up to it, pressing my ear. Hey, if Blake had the right to eavesdrop, so did I. I heard Rick's chuckling from a bit down the hallway.

"What? I was just teasing him, Blake. You finally bring home someone, someone cute. It's only fair that you share. Sharing is caring, right?"

"Screw you," Blake stated in a deathly calm tone, "I brought Danny here to work on a project."

"Oh, a project? One of your capture and destroy projects? You using Danny as a puppet?"

"..." The silence made me press my ear against the door harder, grimacing as I tried to catch what Blake said, but he didn't seem to be saying a thing. I heard Rick burst out laughing.

"Oh! Oh, this is priceless. So that's why.... Does he know yet?"

"Shut up, Rick. Go away, I'm busy," I heard the shifting of feet, then Blake's voice, "Danny, hurry up. We don't have all day!" His voice was loud, making me flinch before I dared to open the door, making sure to keep on a strong face, glaring at Blake in annoyance. Rick glanced over at me for a second, smirking before he turned tail and disappeared again.

Blake watched him leave before turning his back and heading to the kitchen. Wow, it was like watching a sibling right on television. I just followed after Blake, because there was no way I wanted to be alone with Blake. Over my dead body!

"So, getting down to business," Blake muttered as he turned off the stove, spooning the food onto a couple of plates, "Why don't you tell me everything Emily told you today?" I plopped down on a stool and glared at him for a while.

"Why does it have to be Emily who told me things?"

"Okay, and Joss. And Mike. Don't forget Christian, Marissa, and Jared. Of course, Devin too." Blake added as he pushed the plate at me. I stared at him.

"What? Devin? Devin doesn't spread rumors!" I protesed angrily. He had nerve saying that about Devin.

"Oh, please," Blake responded dully, "He's as big a jerk as you. Only he loves spreading a bunch of bullcrap. Devin's the one who told everyone that you had sex with Julie."

"No way! That's impossible! Devin doesn't even know Julie!"

"Oh, so that's a true rumor?"

"NO! God no! I'd never do something that looks like her."

"Did I mention you were shallow?" Blake asked thoughtfully, then speared some of his food, continuing his meal as if he wasn't trying to start an argument with me at all. It irked me. I just glared at him for a while as I ate before my mind wandered.

Wandered to Rick. What?! I winced at the thought. Why was I thinking about him? He was a jerk, a freak, and a pervert! I mean, it wasn't normal for a guy to like another guy. It happened, yea, but that didn't mean I thought it was right!

That's what half of me was saying. The other part of me was still squirming. I really freaked hated saying this, even in my head, but Rick seriously knew how to kiss. I had never kissed any girl that hard before, that deep. I just kissed them and left. Rick freaking dove into my mouth and stole my breath.

I couldn't get the feeling of his tongue running along my teeth, coaxing my tongue to his, out of my head. It was burned into my mind, my tongue, my lips.

Ah, shit. I was hard. OVER A GUY!

Was I going gay? Oh god no. I couldn't possibly be.

"Yo, Danny, you sick over here?" I looked up, feeling my cheeks turn pink as I found Blake staring at me with a cocked brow. I scowled and flicked a carrot at him, which made him smirk.

"Shut up... Dude, is your entire family gay or something?" I demanded. Blake cocked a brow.

"What? You don't like homosexuals?"

"It's not normal!"

"Of course not," Something flickered in Blake's eyes, but I couldn't tell what it was since he turned his head to the side too quickly, "I never thought that whole true love stuff was normal anyway."

"Huh? That has nothing to-"

"Yes, it does. You like who you like, right? But, whatever. You asked me some questions. My turn. What rumors has Emily told you today?" Blake asked. I frowned. There was something really strange about Blake, and it wasn't just the fact that he was probably gay, that he was a douche, that his brother was a pervert. It was something else.

And damn my curiosity to Hell because I wanted to know what it was.

"Something about Jared sneaking out past curfew with Megan Phelps. I guess he picked her up and they went to the park, they fucked, and he left her there. It's kind of harsh..."

"Oh, what a load of crap," Blake smirked, "She really is terrible at rumors. There's no possible way Jared could have done that." I blinked and looked up at him, frowning.

"Why do you say that? You weren't with Jared last night."

"No, but I know someone who was. His mother. They were having dinner."

"How the hell did you know that?"

"They live across the street."

"No freaking way."

"Way. Anything else?" Blake asked. I was reluctant, but I eventually spewed all the garbage Emily told me, even Marissa and Jared. Blake rebunked them all and I was left staring at him. He was good and there wasn't much of a creeper alert in all of them. They were all logical.

But I felt uncomfortable still. Why would they make up that kind of garbage? It was ridiculous. Just to have something to talk about, really? Talk about something important! I had been avoiding certain people, just because of what everyone else told me. That ticked me off. It made me feel actually kind of stupid.

"Feeling stupid yet?" Blake asked me. I twitched and slammed my fork down. What was he?! A mind reader?! Damn, that was annoying!

"I'm feeling annoyed is what I'm feeling. Why the hell are they saying all that garbage? Rumors are so freaking middle school!" I snapped. Blake shrugged.

"Some people just never grow up." He answered, standing up and taking the dishes to the sink. I stood there, just watching him for a bit before I glanced at the top, flinching.

"Crap, it's late. I gotta go."

"All right, I'll give you a ride."

"Ugh." Was my response, but to be honest, that little part of me didn't really mind. Blake grabbed his coat and we were walking outside to see the garage door open. Rick was inside, underneath a very sexy looking pale green 1967 Chevy Camaro. Why didn't I have money for those beautiful classics?

Rick pulled out from under the car and sat up to watch us go to Blake's car. He smirked and waved an oily rag at us.

"What? No goodbye kiss, Danny?" He called. I blushed deeply and plopped into the passenger seat, slamming the car door shut and glaring at him past the windshield. Rick laughed and said something to Blake, who rolled his eyes and got in the car before starting it up. In seconds, we were speeding down the street toward my house.

"He's such a jerk," I snorted, "How can you deal with him?"

"Sometimes I wonder that myself." Blake replied dryly. I slumped in my seat, peeking out the window, my arms over my chest.

"I'm glad Devin's not like that." I muttered. Blake frowned, then glanced at me out the corner of his eye. I caught that look at glared at him.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Oh, it's something. You looked at me weird. What?"

"... It's nothing, seriously. I was just thinking..." Blake never finished, just went silent.

"Thinking about what?" I pressed. Blake blinked, then smirked at me.

"What? Are you interested in me, Danny? I thought boys weren't supposed to like other boys." He mused. I scowled and tensed up, turning my head the other way quickly.

That jerk!

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