Page 4 of A Really Gay Book
Fucking Apple.
Sometimes I tried to bring my own food with me so I could have at least one day in the week where I wasn’t close to starvation, but the last time I tried, did it go well? No, it fucking did not.
When I went to get my lunch box, it turned up missing. After asking around, I found a girl who said, “Oh, was that yours? Apple was hungry, and your lunch box was just lying around, so I thought it was abandoned. I gave it to poor Apple so he wouldn’t faint from hunger.”
That was the day I vowed to eat Apple if I ever got the chance. I’d never expected it to happen though.
Until Apple slammed into me, I’d never actually come into contact with him. I’d always just missed him or seen him from far enough away that I wouldn’t have a chance to catch up with him to give him a piece of my mind—or eat him, depending on how hungry I was at the time.
Catching up to people or being on time was a real problem for me. Ten feet was the maximum distance I could run before risking death or dismemberment.
Somehow, for some reason, I was the guy who always seemed to be one second too late to catch the bus or the unlucky person to get splashed from head to toe when a car hit a puddle while driving by. That morning on my way to class, I’d caught a tree branch to the face because I was too busy watching my back to make sure the trio of dumbass freshmen running past me with bundles of fireworks didn’t inadvertently set them off and send me to the burn unit.
I dropped the perfect, tiny hand in mine the second Apple was on his feet, certain that the longer I was in contact with the guy, the more likely I was to be caught up in a drive-by shooting.
Again.
I wasn’t eager for a repeat of that particular day.
I absently rubbed the arm that had gotten grazed. My mom had nearly had a litter of kittens when she’d gotten the call from the hospital.
“Ok, you’re up and on your feet. Go find one of your lackeys to patch you up, Mister Perfect.”
Apple mouthed the wordsMister Perfectwith a little smile that would have been cute to anyone that didn’t hate him as much as I did. Then he swayed a little and his eyes went wide with surprise. He looked down at his hand and shook it a little. Tiny drops of blood landed on my jeans.
Great. If Apple keeled over and died after I managed to ditch him, with my luck, the police would come for me, and my pants would land me in jail.
Fucking Apple.
Apple flung his hand, and an arc of blood flew out before him. I stepped back hastily and, miracle beyond miracles, I not only managed to dodge it, but I also didn’t trip on an invisible rock and land on my ass.
What was up with this guy’s fixation with blood? He’d been weird about it ever since he got the scrape. Maybe he was a vampire. It would explain his stupid, perfect, pale skin, and that ridiculous, bright red mouth.
I was mostly convinced my housemates were all supervillains, so Apple being a vampire wouldn’t be too much of a stretch of the imagination.
I scrubbed a hand over my face, wincing when my palm skimmed over the new lump I’d gotten this morning.
This was going to suck so much.
“Come on.” I grabbed Apple by the wrist attached to his injured hand and started walking. Either he stayed on his feet or he didn’t. I honestly didn’t care.
But of course Apple didn’t fall or stumble. He kept up easily even though my legs were nearly twice as long as his.
“You’re squeezing too hard,” Apple said cheerfully.
“It’s to keep you from bleeding out before I can make you someone else’s problem,” I ground out, tightening my grip even further just because I could.
Could Apple even bruise? He seemed more like the kind of guy who would turn a lovely shade of pink for an hour before going back to porcelain perfection.
I hazarded a glance at the wrist in my hand and confirmed my suspicion. The skin peeking out between my fingers was the most charming shade of pink I’d ever seen.
Disgusting.
The blood had stopped pouring from Apple’s hand in torrents, so I kept my hand clamped tightly on his wrist.
I could have dragged him to the closest building. Odds were that as soon as I found another person, they’d be happy to take Apple off my hands, but with my luck, someone would think I’d tried to assassinate the campus darling.
No, being in public wasn’t what I needed right now.
