Undo My Heart (BXB)

10. One Call Away

This week of school became more boring and boring. All I did was go to school, attend lessons, skip basketball practices, and avoid Brandon as much as I could. Not because I wanted to, but because he asked for it. He was avoiding me himself.

What helped even better is that I skipped on two days of school to attend meetings with dad. He needed me there since I co-programmed his corporation online system. Yes, I'm good at programming, and I keep doing it in my free time since I was young. So, I could tell I got both brain and body.

It was the weekend, and I was relieved that I had time to think about everything that happened last week at school. And when I say everything, I mean the kiss.

Damn, I can't get that moment out of my head, no matter how much I tried. There were a storm of feelings going inside of me. And not seeing Brandon after the kiss made everything worse. I want his plump lips again, for fucks sake. I feel like his lips got printed on mine.

Eva came over that evening. I told her about the things that happened last week at school, skipping on the kiss, of course. We hanged out until late at night playing video games and screaming at each other faces. She's pro gamer and so competitive, and I enjoy sharing that side of her.

Eva knows how to keep my mind busy. But something was off that night, and she sensed it. She tried to get it out of me. But I barely talk about my feelings. Anyways, she suggested meeting my friends from Elite Class High the next day. They were going on a yacht trip. I didn't refuse. I actually thought it's a good idea. It's been weeks since I saw the boys. We hanged out all summer long. The summer, I saw Brandon for the first time.

Fuck! Why would my mind keep taking me to that day!

Saturday afternoon, we were all laying under the sun, tanning, on top of Otis's father's yacht.

My friends from Elite Class High weren't a big group. We all used to attend the same classes. Jesse, the blond one who has some French origins and is almost as tall as me. Otis, the spoiled one. He's from African origins. He's also almost as tall as Jesse and me. And there's Mark, who's a mess, that people sometimes refuse to believe he's a son of a multimillionaire. And last but not least, there's me. We knew each other since kindergarten. As we all grew up in a rich society, surrounded by nannies and top-ranking tutors. Same circles and all.

We did nothing the whole day except swimming and laying down. They usually talk about girls and cars. I used to join them, but not this time. I lay down, listening but only imagining him.

Of course, we talked about my school. They made a few jokes and some comments here and there. They might look as bullies themselves, but they were nothing like the turbulence gang. Jesse, Otis, and Mark are more loud and sarcastic than bullies.

It was evening already when we reached our cars, heading home. We said goodbyes and parted ways. I got into my black Audi R8 and left. When I reached home, I was too tired to park it at the garage, so I just left it in front of the main entrance of our mansion. My body was all sore from the swimming.

I said goodnight to mom and dad and went straight to shower before I could hit the hay. 'Cause I remember I felt nothing that night, going to bed.

The next thing I know is me waking up to my phone ringing. At midnight!

I touched the night stand til I reached it and picked it up. I read the name showing up on my scream to find it's Brandon!

Why would he call me at such an hour?

I sat straight, rubbing my eyes. I just realized it was raining outside. What the hell is going on!

"Brandon?" I said in my half sleepy voice.

Sniff! "J-jimmy." Is he crying!

I sensed something off. I sobered up immediately. "Is everything okay? It's after midnight. Hello?"

I heard loud noise and assumed it was the rain. Where is he exactly!

"Brandon? Are you there." I got extremely concerned.

"I... C-can you c-come pick me up?" Sniff!

"What! Where are you?" I jumped off the bed.

"T-the park near school." His voice trembled even harder.

"I'm on my way. Don't move, okay?" Fuck!

I was running downstairs when I realized I was shirtless. Fuck! I went back up and put a hodie on. I entered the living room where I threw my car keys. I searched for a while. "Fuck! Where is it!" I yelled.

Found it!

I was about to get in the car when I heard mom calling for me. "Jimmy? Jimmy! Honey!"

I couldn't stop now. Thank God I left the audi at the entrance. I went on high speed even though it was pouring cats and dogs. Rain made everything ten times worse.

It took me 20 minutes to reach the school area despite the usual. I barely saw anything from the rain. I parked the car at the park. I got off, covering my head with the hood.

I ran, looking for any living creature. Brandon were nowhere to be seen.

"Brandon!" I yelled, but nothing.

I saw someone sitting on a bench at the far end. "Brandon?" He got up when he saw me.

He was deeply soaked and trembling like hell! His hair was dripping, stuck to his face, reaching his lips. His soaked oversized clothes were stuck to his body, showing how skinny he was. His eyes! Oh, his eyes were red and puffy from all the crying.

I approached him, shocked at what I'm seeing. My heart dropped. I felt every beat of it growing at my throat.

"I-I didn't know w-who else to c-call." he said in a weak, trembling voice.

I hurried to him. I cupped his face. "What the fuck happened?" I asked.

He gasped and started to sobb like a baby! I hugged him immediately. "It's okay, I'm here now."

I looked at his face one more time, moving the hair away from his eyes, whipping tears with my thumbs. The rain didn't help much with that.

"Come on! Let's go before you catch a cold."

I put my arms around him, shielding him as much as I could from the rain. Thank God my body is bigger than his.

We reached my car, and I opened the front seat and let him in. He hesitated at first, looking at how he could ruin the seats. I whispered to him. "Don't even think about it. It's okay."

I remembered I had a coat in the trunk since I didn't move anything after the yacht trip. I grabbed it and quickly wrapped it around his fragile body.

I joined him in the car, turning on the heater. I started driving towards home. I sensed that from his situation right now, he wouldn't want to go to his house. Something big must have happened.

I drove slowly this time so he could be comfortable. He was zoning out the whole time, leaning to the window and tearing up.

Fuck! I sighed in frustration. It's aching my heart. Who the fuck hurt him!

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