Chapter 4 The Guy I Bumped Into

ANDREW-

I am hiding in the closet, trying to avoid his eyes. I even skipped my English class just to avoid him. I was feeling way too bad for myself and wasn't ready to face him yet. I managed to hid myself all day, but was really nervous and trying to avoid that one moment where his eyes could meet mine. And I finally saw him, he was looking for someone. Okay! Let's hope it's not me. It won't be me right? I mean who would have to guts to look for someone when they've done so wrong? He was still looking, maybe he will try to apologize? Wait! Am I actually expecting something from that scumbag? I was so confused, and these questions were killing me on the inside. I started moving backwards so that I could avoid him. And heard-

"Hey you! School's over. Trying to pull a prank? Don't you have a home to go to?" Shit Mr. Stan, our maths professor, he saw me. Let's hope he is not going to ask me about why I didn't attend his class.

"Uh! Was about to go Mr. Stan, good evening." Now I had two people to avoid. I again started walking my cool as fuck classical backward walk. And again I hit someone. There's no way I would walk backwards and not bump into someone. But all I hoped this time was that this person should not be him. Please just help me this once. Let it be someone else. Anyone else but not Jake. I'm not ready to face him yet. I can't even look him in the eye and ask why he did what he did. I slowly turned around, trying to avoid looking him in the eyes.

"Hey watch it!" Wait. This doesn't sound like him. I quickly looked upwards. I saw a tall figure standing in front of me. I looked him in the eye, his eyes were blue with a tint of grey in them, but I couldn't figure out exactly what. I looked at his dusky blonde hair, which were styled perfectly. His attire was shouting 'class' out loud. He smirked looking at me. I thought he would we angry.

"Uh! Sorry. My bad." I said apologetically. Now trying to avoid looking him in the eyes.

"Crappy day? Huh?" He asked looking intrigued.

"Well, crappy week to be more precise." He chuckled at my non existing joke.

"Care to share?" He asked as if he was really concerned.

"Uh! I-" he saw me stuttering because I was uncomfortable, telling a stranger how a stranger tried to fuck me and I almost liked it.

"Nevermind, want to hang out? Maybe clear off the smoke?" He asked. I started to fumble again. And then he spoke again.

"Well you know. I was going to hang out alone, but would never mind a company. And as for you, I guess it will really help you." he spoke smiling at me

I gave him a convincing look and he quickly grabbed my hand. The next moment we were running across the hall, I could see eyes prying on me but I couldn't care less. Because I wanted to clear my mind from the 'jake' shit. We reached to the parking lot, and there I saw his Ducati, posing like a model. It looked really amazing. He quickly hopped onto his bike and gave me the ' come on I waiting for you to jump on' look.' But I-

"I am... uh...actually... you never told me we were going to ride a bike. I...... uh!" I was stuttering as I had phobias of riding bike. Because of no specific reason but just that it has two wheels. And that shit ain't safe. I never tripped from it but I had this fear of riding bikes.

"Don't worry I'm a safe driver." he said assuring me.

"I.. am scared of bikes." I said looking down.

"Relax, whatever stuff you are dealing with would definitely be bigger than that phobia of yours. Come on." He sounded quite convincing. So I let out a sigh and finally climbed up. I hesitated a bit as he would get the wrong idea of me holding him for support, but he suddenly grabbed my hands and wrapped them around his waist.

"You would be too daring to not hold onto something when you have phobia." He said chuckling. My arms were wrapped around his waist it felt a little bit weird, but nothing that could make the situation awkward.

We were practically roaming on the road without any place to go to. But it was so fun, sitting at the back and just feeling the wind passing by. All I could see was the smile on my face. He was driving slow for a bit. But when he saw me getting comfortable he slowly sped up. I started shouting like crazy and was really living the time of my life.

"Do you want to ride?" He asked, hoping I would really be okay with that.

"No! I don't know how to deal with this. I don't want to die, and definitely don't want to kill you." I said sarcastically. And he chuckled.

"Come, I'll teach you. And you will enjoy it. Trust me." I let my guard down and took control over the bike. Now he was at the back. He is not scared but still he grabbed my waist. Maybe he was.... well I have no explanation for his actions, but he doesn't like me. Right? Who would he fall for someone like me?

He showed me what to do, how to do. And I was driving really slowly. His long legs were definitely helping, we were going really slow and when I got the idea of what I am doing I started increasing the speed. And it was so fun. Smile never left my eyes. I was continuously laughing and smiling. And in no time I was at the doorstep of my house. He came to drop me, well practically I rode his bike which led us here. I started to walk inside and he said-

"Well, u know... when my Ducati wants company how am I going to call you?" He asked looking down.

"Well the guy is nervous asking for my number? You literally just kidnapped me from the school." I said sarcastically and he smirked.

"That's another thing, I don't want you to get the wrong idea." he said while peering down on the floor.

"Okay! Then, here it is. And thanks for today. Because I really needed something like this. uh, Should I save your number by Ducati?" I gave him my number. I was smiling constantly.

"Ha-ha, no. I'm Alex." He said and we bid our goodbyes and I went inside.

As soon as I went upstairs in my room. I decided to lie down for a bit, even riding a bike can be so tiring. I saw my smile fading away slowly. And I started having his thoughts again. How Jake looked me in the eyes. How he stared at my lips. How he pushed me to the wall. The way he kissed my neck- no why am I thinking about him? I stood up and decided that I need to shower. I can't be thinking about him.

I went inside the bathroom, hoping I could feel more normal, but the thoughts were still there. I took my clothes off, and was just in my boxers. I again started thinking about him. I don't know what's wrong with my brain. I had the sudden urge to relieve myself from this burden. I started feeling my length twitching inside my boxers. I got scared by, the mere thought of him could get me turned on. I resisted the feeling, I didn't want to give in. Not with his thoughts in my mind. I tried to stop myself but the urge got out of control and I slid my boxers down. I let out a moan as soon as I touched my dick.

I gently started moving my hands up and down, thinking how Jake pinned me to the wall, how he unbuttoned my shirt. I felt this feeling of disgust and the urge to do it no matter what. I couldn't fight it anymore and gave in to my demons. I started moving my hands faster. As fast as I could. I could feel Jake's hands on my length, he kissed me on my back. He pushed my twitching length really fast that it was me panting all around the room. I felt weakness in my legs and held out my hands for support. I grabbed the wall while moaning loudly I was soon about to cum and stopped myself because I wanted to live in the moment. Jake started rubbing is hands really fast on my rod and I came all over the wall and the ground. He stopped and gave me a smile, I held onto the wall and gave myself a minute to breathe properly.

I opened my eyes and saw it was me hallucinating about Jake. My eyes filled with disgust. I saw myself in the mirror and how embarrassed I was.

I took a shower, erasing all the thoughts of him. I don't want this to happen. I can not think about a fucking guy who outbreaks his hormones onto people. I came out, and jumped on the bed. I tried to roll in order to forget what I just felt. I was still thinking about him. All those moments, struggling to take them out of my system.

"Andrew, come downstairs we need to talk." I heard my mom calling out for me. But I was irritated as fuck.

"Can I have some time alone, I'm sure we can have the talk tomorrow." I said trying to supress my fury.

"No, we can't so get your ass down here." she shouted and I could barely control myself.

"Well, leave me alone. Will you? Whatever shit you're gonna have to say, save it. Because I don't feel like talking." I shouted as I ran downstairs. I wanted to let my anger out, so I started screaming, God knows what got inside of me. And I continued-

"No matter what your work is, I just want some time alone. I want myself to live like a human, where people also consider my feelings, and I don't end up getting hurt. For once I don't want to be your son, or a perfect brother, or your toy handling your mood swings. Your important talk must be you leaving for work, so don't bother. Just take a look what you've done to your children. You've practically abandoned us, it was not our fault dad died. He was an asshole, and it has nothing to do with us. Jess and I grew up without parents, yeah you were not here with us not physically, not mentally. You just took off after that incident and we were left all alone. So you don't even have to tell us where you are going, drop the act of being our mother because you never acted like one." I said taking it all out on her.

"Dad's what? How could you say that Andrew?" I saw my sister leaning at the edge of the stairs. She heard it all. I tried to hide it from her and now she's all over the place.

"Nothing just go inside, Andrew and I are just talking." Mom said, looking her in the eyes to scare her off.

"To fuck with you, Andrew is right about you being a horrible mother. But nothing else matter right now. I want to know what happened to dad. It was not a car crash, was it?" She said and I could sense the anger in her eyes.

"Jessie, I'll explain everything just go upstairs will-" she cut me in between, and started having her episode.

"You, don't talk to me. How could you lie about that kind of stuff. He was my father too." Tears started rolling down her eyes. If I had told her the truth, she would be ruined, as she was so attached to him. She had this image of him, her perfect father and I never tried to ruin it.

"Jessie and Andrew, I'm going to LA for a week or two, manage everything, and don't fight because of this. And I know I'm a horrible mother, but I can't help it." She left and now it was us, Jessie started crying her heart out. I tried to hug her, she pushed me a few time and then I finally got hold of her. Not only she was needing it, but I literally wanted to hug her in order to feel the embrace of a loved one.

"Andy, what happened to our father?" Jessie asking while crying but soon she snoozed off on my lap. I picked her up took her to the room. I caressed her hair for a while, until she was completely off. It was us again, how mom left us after dad died. I had to be the one protecting and providing. Jessie and I had the greatest bond of all, because we've seen the worst of each other, we had no one to hold onto. So I became her everything so that she could never feel alone like me. I remember that day, what happened to us.

FLASHBACK-

Mom and I were coming back from a trip, and we were suppose to surprise dad. We hurried home quickly, just to see dad cheating on mom with some whore. Dad was bothered but not that much. I was young but could understand what was happening. My mom tried to cover my eyes, with her hands. We had an amazing relationship but it got bad after dad die. We drifted apart. Dad literally threw us from his house, we both were on the road standing in front of our house, basically threatening us. We started walking away from our house and saw Jessie coming towards us smiling. She came and gave mom a hug.

"You're back mama." Jess said with her eyes shining in happiness.

"Yes sweetie, how are you?" My mom said, trying to act normal. Then Jess hugged me. We took her with us, she was asking why we were walking away from our house. But we just changed the subject. She tried to look back but I covered her eyes with my hands. As dad was peeking from the window. And I didn't want him to look at her.

Mom managed to rent an apartment and she started working non stop. We gradually drifted apart. She started going on trips and not coming back home for months. We were able to live without facing issues of money. Because first she got some money from the government when dad died. Later she was working her ass off. Jessie and I grew embracing each other. I became her big brother she was younger than me, I was 11 back then and she was nine. She always asked what happened to dad, and we just explained it as a car crash. But that was not the case. Something terrific happened, which changed our lives. So not wanting to explain, we lied about the car crash, well some part of it.

END OF FLASHBACK

I sat next to her thinking about life and questioning my existence. It's been few hours since mom left. And I realized, I should go back to my room. I looked at my phone it was 3 in the morning, I lied on my bed, and then I heard a knock. No way? Who is it? I was scared but was interested much, because I've read too many romantic novels. Wait! Does that happen in real life too? Do people actually do this? I wanted to know who this person is. I opened my window and saw him.

"Can I come in?"