Semua Bab Eyes On Mine: Bab 1 - Bab 10

It wasn't long before we saw him, standing next to his vehicle, patiently waiting as he always did.Parker was low-profile, easygoing-the type of person who did not make waves.He did whatever Arzhel told him to do unquestioningly, something that everyone was aware of simply because he was crushing on him.Parker relaxed a little upon seeing us get closer, even though he tried to act indifferent."Parker! Baby!" Arzhel yelled, lurching towards him with a smile. "You ready to get us home?"Parker tilted his head, his own expression serene as ever, yet I noticed the swift look he cast at Arzhel, that flicker of something else.Arzhel didn't appear to notice-or perhaps he simply didn't care. He was laughing too much, wrapping himself around Parker as if this was the most ordinary thing in the world.Arzhel chuckled as we all got into the car."You're the best, Parker. Seriously." He leaned closer, his breath reeking of booze."Aww, shame you're not my type. You know I don't date white bo

My heart sank as Troy, Marcus, Derick, along with four other guys, approached us, their faces twisted in smiles. They strolled over, clearly enjoying the authority now in their hands. He brushed his hand along the back of my shirt while the rest laughed. "Reliving the fun of last night?" the voice of one of them asked, looking at me. My body froze, panic tightening around my chest. I stood before Arzhel, speaking in a barely audible whisper. “We should leave.” Arzhel crossed his arms, refusing to give in. “We are not going anywhere. Nobody owns this place.” The air was electric with tension as Derick's eyes met mine. The jeering intensified, with the boys encircling us like vultures. Troy crept up beside me, speaking to me in a sickly sweet voice. "What is the matter, Freckle boy? My throat was already starting to form a knot. Arzhel, for his part, was not bothered at all, chewing the inside of his cheek with a grin. Man, you are going for the macho routine, aren't you? Or

Arzhel First Person Point Of ViewI sat in class, drumming my pen against the desk, glancing at the clock every other second.Where the hell was Cyrus? He said he was just going to the nurse's office for some painkillers, but it had been way too long.My foot tapped impatiently beneath the table, irritation building.I was not built to wait.And I could feel it. like someone was watching me too close.I didn't even have to look to know who it was-Parker, sitting a few rows back, his eyes boring into the side of my head.He'd been doing that since I came in. Ever since. the night before. I attempted to brush it off, but it lingered, as if the air between us was too dense.The teacher droned on, but my mind was anywhere except the lesson.I couldn't remain stationary, peeking at the door.The moment the teacher stepped out of the classroom for a bathroom break, Parker seized his opportunity.I felt it before I saw it. A shift in the air.I tensed up as he slid into the seat next to me,

Derick First Person Point Of ViewIt was extremely dark walking out of the convenience store, with those muted neon lights humming on and off above our heads.The roads were relatively clear, with the occasional speeding car hurtling by, headlights piercing the shadows.I threw a few dollars into the cup of this homeless guy on the sidewalk, and his grizzled hand darted out to catch it."Hey, Derick, are you like Jesus or something?" Marcus asked, his words ringing out over the cold street.Other people were laughing, like it was a joke or whatever. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. No way I was getting into that.Then, they completely switched subjects, and I knew what was coming. They banded around the older man, and Marcus went first, spilling his can.There were coins scattered everywhere on the sidewalk, and Tray was tugging on his jacket like he was messing around."Leave him alone, man," I spoke softly, but they were too preoccupied with laughing to hear me.I just stood

Derick First Person Point Of ViewHe winced but didn't say anything, just continued on. He really did not want to turn around.I grabbed his arm, not roughly but enough to get him to stop. "Hey, don’t walk away while I’m talking to you."He simply stood there, not attempting to defend himself or say a word. His face was a complete wreck—red eyes and trembling lips. He was afraid. Afraid of me.I just couldn't understand. What was he afraid of?"Yo, what's going on with the tears?" I repeated, attempting to be calm, only to have the frustration I couldn't shake seep into my tone.He wasn't saying a word, just standing there like he'd be happier somewhere else. I pushed him a little harder, got a little nearer, and leaned in over him. "Come on, what's the matter with you?"Cyrus hastily massaged his eyes in an attempt to compose himself, but his voice was shaking completely. "I don't. I really don't want to speak of it."I released his arm but stuck around for a moment or two. "Everythi