The way that blond boy’s glacial blue eyes looked at Luke, it was like the world itself was shrinking, caving on itself, sucked away down the drain of a black hole till there were only two people in the entire universe that mattered. Out with the stars. Out with the moon. Just vacant pitch space… and two boys. Luke didn’t know it was possible to feel someone else’s gaze all over your body, but he felt it, warm and probing and uninvited. He felt dirty, unclean. He wanted to go home and take a warm shower, let the sin roll of his back and wash the smell of cigarettes from his hair.
He knew, he knew it at the core of his soul, there was something sick and perverted with this other boy, like a rabid animal with nothing to warn of the oncoming madness but a fierce emptiness behind the eyes.
"Luke huh...? What a pretty name sweetie. It fits, very... biblical... "
The blonde’s voice was the incarnation of a mock, and Luke flinched when he flicked his collar. He felt it against his throat, and for some reason the sting lingered, chased his words away. He breathed in and out, in and out it was the only thing he could do, he was seeing reels of green and yellow and he felt himself slide down the lockers just the tiniest bit, fighting his light-headedness… but he drowned it in.
The blond leaned closer, and Luke’s spine tingled and his cheeks shocked red again.
"Well... Luke... I really must be going. Got things to do, people to see... you know how it is."
The graze of a soft tongue behind his ear brushing up against his pale skin made his shoulders stiffen.
"Be careful out here at night little Luke... you never know, who lurks in the shadows."
Luke’s hands pushed forward as if he wanted to shove the boy away, but his palms ran up against cooling air, as the space between them broke away and Grinder was already stepping back. Luke felt the air fill his lungs like he’d been dragged from the icy cold water and forced to breathe again.
That smirk hollowed out his stomach.
He stayed where he was, pressed against the lockers looking terrified, his last nerve was shattered, he didn’t know where to stand or what to think, he couldn’t remember what he had even been doing before this had happened, all he could feel is the closeness, the proximity, the ghost of feeling that crept up his spine and made him ill, deep, deep in his soul.
The blonde boy turned his back and the bleached light overhead detailed every flexof his shoulders and lightly muscular arms, the curve in his back, the shadow of his spine. He picked up his shirt from the ledge of the porcelain sinks against the wall and threw it over one shoulder, like he didn’t care if he wore it or not, like he didn’t plan on actually slipping it over his head at all. He walked out, slicking back his blond hair from his face and only after he left did Luke allow himself to push away from his locker and collapse against his bench, clutching the edge, trying to still his heart, one leg bent the other stretched balancing on the heel of his boot.
The moments felt like hours where all he could see was the speckled and flecked patterns of the floor beneath his feet when suddenly he caught a movement and his blue gaze raised to see Alice’s gentle face. She was slipping the chain attached to her notepad over her head. The girl had a way of saying things with her eyes that no one could ever say with words.
She cupped his cheek, and at first the touch startled him, but he didn’t flinch away, his face pale as he met her eyes, calming his own… and then she was gone. Turning, walking away… and that’s when he noticed Zaiden leaving. The older boy looked upset, but by what Luke couldn’t tell. Perhaps it was the storm… Luke almost asked but the tall lanky boy was so reclusive he wasn’t sure if asking would further upset the expression on that thin face, but the moment was gone, and that tall kid walked out… and knew he should have asked. He felt it at the pit of his stomach.
He was alone now. Nothing but the sound of the flickering bulb at the corner of the room, sputtering and humming. He stood up and fixed his collar a little, his shoes skidding on the floor, causing him to almost trip. He was still a little shaky.
Luke reached the old black telephone mounted to the wall and his thin fingers lifted the receiver, wiping it on his sleeve as he slipped in the three quarters, listening as each one clattered in an almost empty chamber inside. The world was full of cellphones and internet… payphones were a dying breed writhing in their final agony… well, not writhing so much as fading away.
He dialed, brushing his soft brown hair from his eyes.
He knew, he knew it at the core of his soul, there was something sick and perverted with this other boy, like a rabid animal with nothing to warn of the oncoming madness but a fierce emptiness behind the eyes.
"Luke huh...? What a pretty name sweetie. It fits, very... biblical... "
The blonde’s voice was the incarnation of a mock, and Luke flinched when he flicked his collar. He felt it against his throat, and for some reason the sting lingered, chased his words away. He breathed in and out, in and out it was the only thing he could do, he was seeing reels of green and yellow and he felt himself slide down the lockers just the tiniest bit, fighting his light-headedness… but he drowned it in.
The blond leaned closer, and Luke’s spine tingled and his cheeks shocked red again.
"Well... Luke... I really must be going. Got things to do, people to see... you know how it is."
The graze of a soft tongue behind his ear brushing up against his pale skin made his shoulders stiffen.
"Be careful out here at night little Luke... you never know, who lurks in the shadows."
Luke’s hands pushed forward as if he wanted to shove the boy away, but his palms ran up against cooling air, as the space between them broke away and Grinder was already stepping back. Luke felt the air fill his lungs like he’d been dragged from the icy cold water and forced to breathe again.
That smirk hollowed out his stomach.
He stayed where he was, pressed against the lockers looking terrified, his last nerve was shattered, he didn’t know where to stand or what to think, he couldn’t remember what he had even been doing before this had happened, all he could feel is the closeness, the proximity, the ghost of feeling that crept up his spine and made him ill, deep, deep in his soul.
The blonde boy turned his back and the bleached light overhead detailed every flexof his shoulders and lightly muscular arms, the curve in his back, the shadow of his spine. He picked up his shirt from the ledge of the porcelain sinks against the wall and threw it over one shoulder, like he didn’t care if he wore it or not, like he didn’t plan on actually slipping it over his head at all. He walked out, slicking back his blond hair from his face and only after he left did Luke allow himself to push away from his locker and collapse against his bench, clutching the edge, trying to still his heart, one leg bent the other stretched balancing on the heel of his boot.
The moments felt like hours where all he could see was the speckled and flecked patterns of the floor beneath his feet when suddenly he caught a movement and his blue gaze raised to see Alice’s gentle face. She was slipping the chain attached to her notepad over her head. The girl had a way of saying things with her eyes that no one could ever say with words.
She cupped his cheek, and at first the touch startled him, but he didn’t flinch away, his face pale as he met her eyes, calming his own… and then she was gone. Turning, walking away… and that’s when he noticed Zaiden leaving. The older boy looked upset, but by what Luke couldn’t tell. Perhaps it was the storm… Luke almost asked but the tall lanky boy was so reclusive he wasn’t sure if asking would further upset the expression on that thin face, but the moment was gone, and that tall kid walked out… and knew he should have asked. He felt it at the pit of his stomach.
He was alone now. Nothing but the sound of the flickering bulb at the corner of the room, sputtering and humming. He stood up and fixed his collar a little, his shoes skidding on the floor, causing him to almost trip. He was still a little shaky.
Luke reached the old black telephone mounted to the wall and his thin fingers lifted the receiver, wiping it on his sleeve as he slipped in the three quarters, listening as each one clattered in an almost empty chamber inside. The world was full of cellphones and internet… payphones were a dying breed writhing in their final agony… well, not writhing so much as fading away.
He dialed, brushing his soft brown hair from his eyes.