Lucas

Chapter five

"Joey's POV"

I scanned the bleachers a third time to see if Lucas was here yet. I was really starting to worry. I heard my phone ding and saw it was him telling me to meet him at my locker. I had just walked back into the locker rooms so my locker was right there. I didn't see him. When I turned my head I saw someone run up the stairs to the roof, which was odd because no one ever went up there. I cautiously but swiftly walked up the many steps leading to a ladder. The climb felt as if it took forever. I knew I was missing my football game, but I didn't really care. When I finally emerged, I was struck by blinding sunlight. Soon as my eyes adjusted, I made the decision to walk around, try to find the person who ran up here. I heard someone shuffling around in an area Lucas and I had made. I went inside. I felt as if I were hit by a bus. Like nothing mattered in that moment. Lucas was sitting on the ground, tears falling like waterfalls, holding a knife in his hand. He also held a picture of me. I felt tears start to stream down my face. I had an idea of what was going on but I didn't want to face it, or even if I did, I had no idea why.
"Lucas... what's going on? Please tell me you weren't planning on doing anything" I said with despair riddled in my voice. The look on his face told me I was right. He was going to kill himself.
"But... why? We were having so much fun. I was beginning to think we were becoming best friends" the agony in my heart was unbearable.
"That's one of the reasons" he said and looked down at his hands, still crying. I was confused. He didn't want to be my friend, maybe he thinks I like him. My face became red under the tears.
"I don't understand" I said crying harder. "Do you not like me?" I whispered.
"It's that I like you to much that's the problem" he said. I had idea of what he meant, but I wasn't sure.
"Like, like-like me?" I asked. I tried to show little emotion in my voice, so I spoke quietly in case I was wrong. When he didn't say anything I started to think maybe I was wrong. He raised his head and looked at me with his deep, beautiful, chocolate eyes.
"Yes" he said finally. I didn't think one three letter word could make a person so scared yet i was still happy to hear it. The happiness it made me feel made me want to jump in a black hole and never emurge. I wasn't ready for this. The black hole was practically waiting for me. But I didn't jump. At least, not to my death. I took a risk. I reached down, cupped his face with my hands, and kissed him. It was a rush i had never felt with a girl before. The way his lips felt as they shaped over mine. The way all of his fears melted away as Lucas pushed harder on my lips further deepening the intensely powerful kiss. His lips parted slightly, granting me permission to his wonderful mouth as our tongues began world war three on the top of a school roof. I jumped back when i heard the intense cheering which triggered my remembrance that i was missing my game. I looked back at lucas who was just staring at me with lust filled eyes, messy hair, light blush, and swollen lips. I deduced that I probably didn't look that different.
"So, um... That was..." I began, trailing off and looking down at my hands that were attempting to hide the start of a boner.
"Yeah. Unexpected?" he started, chuckling awkwardly, "I hope you didn't do that to make me feel better about myself, I saw you flirting with those girls". His face turned beet red as he hid it. I reached towards him and i gently pushed his face up so i could see his eyes. They were hurt. I didn't know what to say, could he possibly think i was attracted to those girls?
"That wasn't flirting, that was making friendly conversation. I like you. A lot. And it honestly scares the shit out of me, but im willing to try it if you are" I said, tilting my slightly to the right and giving him a smile. He leaned into my hand that was now resting on his cheek, and smiled back. We were both silent but it was completely comfortable.
"Ok, but can we not tell the whole school? Those assholes already push me around enough". I felt a pain in my heart as i remembered that he was so frequently bullied and that that's how we first met. I felt terrible because some of those "assholes" are my friends. Well, I thought they were.
"Of course not, whatever you want. Just know, if you ever do want to tell anyone, im complely ok with it" i reassured him. I, then, reached down again and cupped his head in my hands, bringing his soft lips to my own, wanting the connection with him. His arms clutched my shirt near the small of my back and my hands gripped his hair on the back of his head. I pressed my tongue against his lower lip to ask for entrance needily. He parted his lips allowing me access to dominate the inside of his mouth.

Im going to tell him. Tell him the secret I've been holding in since we first met, the one that's been dying to get out. But here, right now, with our lips pressed together, I've never wanted to tell him more. It isn't that im bisexual, I always assumed he knew that, but it's worse. It's what made my parents divorce. It's what made me leave my old school due to violent bullying. I think I can trust him. Can I? I'm not sure. His lips faltered from mine as we parted. He looked up and gave me a worried expression. He must've realized I was lost in my own world.
"What happened? What's wrong?" he asked me with cute scrunched eyebrows. I hesitated.