Chapter 13

Kyle's pov

I turned around bending slightly so I was at eye level with Marco. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I was too busy wallowing in my own self pity I didn't notice the time. I'm so sorry." I fell to my knees hugging him as my face was pressed to his stomach. He actually chuckled softly. I looked up at him confused. "Man, I still have to get usd to this whole thing." He said. "I should've known with this whole curse thing going on you wouldn't hurt me!" He said I, now very embarrassed, hid my warm face into my master's abdomen still on my knees. "Hey, hey, calm down. okay ? you're going to be fine, and so am I. In fact I wanted to talk to you." He said running his hands through my hair. It was comforting and it felt wonderful to be around him again.

"R-Really? You d-did?" I asked him just barely peeking out from him. "Yeah..." He knelt down to me pulling my (his) scarf off and tracing the collar with his pail and beautiful hands. " why were you so upset earlier?" he asked. My mood dampened only slightly at the question. "Y-you ran from me earlier, you hate me. I mean I don't blame you, but I know you'll never forgive me now." I said. "What? That's not true at all. I just wasn't' ready to face you yet today, I was too nervous and didn't want this to be incredibly awkward. I know we have to put our differences aside if we ever want to help each other with our predicament." I smiled at him, before jumping forwards and tackling him in a hug. "Thank you master!" I yelled not realizing my mistake until he asked "What!?" I blushed fire truck red and pointed to my neck. "My subconscious keeps calling you master because technically you own me, b-but if you feel uncomfortable I promise I will try not to call you that!" I finished quickly. He just laughed little more of his adorable laugh and smiled. "I guess I am your master" He said with a smirk. And I felt a very unfamiliar twist in my gut.

It wasn't like the spell, this was different. The spell filled me with the urge to do whatever he asked of me and to give him anything he ever wanted. This felt like he had given me something I've always wanted. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be so incredibly awful, I mean the little guy had at least some dominance in him and was undeniably adorable... or at least now it was undeniable. I almost feel like I've felt this way the whole time, even before the spell, but I know that's a lie. I was so different. Now I felt like I couldn't live without him. It's so insanely fast for me to be feeling this way that it overwhelmed me. All I wanted was to hug Marco and use his comfort to calm down my thoughts that for seemingly no reason decided to spiral downwards.

"Kyle? Are you alright?" Marco asked. I smiled at him sighing at his beautiful blue eyes. "I'm just so glad I got hear before you got seriously hurt. I don't know what I would've done to them if they caused you serious trouble. At least now I think they know they're place." He laughed at that.

"Um.. You should probably get back to your house, your moms probably worried." For some reason that struck me. Did he know my dad was dead? He probably saw it in the news or something. I slowly crawled off of the most beautiful thing I know at the moment. "Er, I mean she wouldn't care too much if I showed up late. C-Can- Can I walk you home?" I stuttered my voice cracking, as a blush surly rose onto my cheek. He smiled softly at me. "Sure, if your positive." My grin grew two sizes, as I mentally cheered. I grabbed his hand and was about to run out to the front of the school when he stopped me. "Wait," He let go of my hand causing a pout to form firmly upon my face, as he turned and ran back to where we were. When he came back he had a very important article of black clothing. He chuckled when he saw the pout still situated on my lips. I sighed blissfully as he gently wrapped the scarf around my neck and his pale fingers brushed my neck softly.

"Now we can go." Without warning me in anyway he grabbed my hand and began pulling me to the front of the school, but he stopped just before we got there. "Um, do you want me to stop holding your hand?" I asked praying on the inside that he said no. "Actually I was about to ask you the same thing. I am fine since I already get picked on for being gay, but if we ever fix this curse thing you might not like the whole school thinking you're gay when clearly you aren't." This caused me to purse my lips in thought. He is right I don't think (Before this curse thing happened) I would've enjoyed my whole reputation ruined, but I love the feel of his hand in mine. Ugh! This is so complicated! I would never agree to this before this damned curse, so why the hell would I now! "Kyle?" I felt a tug on my sleeve knocking me from my thoughts. I turned to see the adorable sight that is Marco looking up at me in a concerned manner. "Are you okay, you look upset." He said. This reminded me. This is why I would agree to something like this now, because this curse opened my eyes to the beautiful boy in front of me.

"I would love to hold your hand in front of everyone, as long as it's okay with you master." I said smugly hoping for a reaction. My hopes were met as I saw a delightful shiver rack through the nerdy boy. I knew he loved being called that. "S-Sure, I'm okay with that." He stuttered with a clear blush on his pale cheeks. I grabbed his hand and we finally walked onto the grass of the front of the school. As we walked around the corner of the school there were gasps heard, as the legendary Kyle tenor was caught holding hands with the nerdy BOY named Marco Lester. I wore a shit eating grin while Marco shyly hid his blush by looking at the ground. I did not appreciate this at all. With unspoken confidence I leaned down and whispered discreetly into Master's ear. "You should hold your head up, and show your beautiful smile, love. I love your wonderfully curly hair, but I love your gorgeously pale face more." I said and watched him shyly smiled up at me before continuing to walk, but with confidence this time.

We walked a few blocks in complete silence, before the dirty red car pulled up. I saw the tinted window roll down to see a girl who seemed familiar, but not by a lot. "Marco do you and your boyfriend want a ride?" The girl asked. She had bleach blonde hair different from my dirty blonde. And light blue eyes, not nearly as pretty as Marco's dark blue ones. I blushed as Marco stuttered out a response. "I- He's n-not my boyfriend!" I flinched harshly at this. I knew it was true but It still hurt.