~Wyatt~

“I’m so sorry Wyatt I didn’t know you couldn’t swim!” Jordan exclaimed loudly in my ear. He was squishing me against his chest tightly I was having trouble breathing.  I padded his back awkwardly trying to make him see I was ok.

“I’m fine Jordan, I didn’t have a chance to breathe is all.” He crushed me further.

“See!! I almost killed you!”

“Can you let go of my friend you big baby” Adam retorted behind us.

We were at his house again after I came down from Zane’s room. I tried to convince them all that they had to enjoy the party at least but like always they were stubborn and refused to listen. It was ten at night and we were getting ready for bed, Jordan still wouldn’t shut up about earlier.

“Come on” Adam sighed grabbing my hand and pulling me away from Jordan’s death grip dragging me towards his room. The door slammed behind me as Adam locked it to keep his brothers out since they like to give rude awakenings in to mornings. Sighing from fatigue I plopped down on the bed sprawling out on my back.

“You sure every things ok?” Adam asked softly, the bed dipped beneath his weight. I let out a groan.

“Not you too” I whined throwing my arm over my eyes.

“You’re my best friend I gotta make sure you alright.” I nodded under my arm.

“Yes I’m just tired.”

The covers were moved aside for us to get in and I gladly crawled under into the comfy and warm haven of blankets and pillows. Adam slide in behind me, wrapping and arm around my waist; I felt his breath warm and sending a tickling sensation down my back. I hated that I was so damn ticklish.

“That Zane guy is a complete asshole” he said out of nowhere. Frowning I lay there comfortable staring into the pitch black room.

“Yeah?” I questioned.   

“Yeah. He was a total jerk to me; he wouldn’t let me go with you” I wonder what he would say if he knew what really went on in that room. Would he approve or be mad? Ugh, what am I saying I didn’t even want to be with Zane so what would it matter what Adam thought.

“And he’s got an ego the size of Jupiter.” He ranted. ‘It pisses me off that he’s so damn hot” he chuckled. I nibbled on my bottom lip and stayed silent.

Zane was gorgeous, those ice blue eyes that seemed to stare right into your soul. The way he carried himself just added to his appeal, well to me. That long messy black hair that slid in his eyes that refused to cooperate when he moved it out of his face. How his body was hard, like a natural athlete, sleek muscles that tightened when he moved, along with his golden tan evident that he like the outdoors. And don’t even get me started on his motorcycle. It gave him an even more bad boy image to add to all his grungy clothes, heavy black boots and his stupid pocket knife.  

Again I sighed, what was I doing? I needed to sleep and forget about him. Forget about what happened today and move on.

“If you say so” I whispered. Adam tightened his hold on my waist and pulled me closer to him.

“Goodnight” he breathed against my neck. I smiled.

“Night”

*****

Monday, I hate Mondays, who doesn’t? It was lunchtime and Adam was talking to his coach while I sat alone at our table. The sun was high and hot and I was so glad our table was under a tree. I was throwing todays dry french-fries to the birds when I felt the table move; I looked up to find Owen smiling down at me.

“Hey” he greeted cheerfully. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. He was so uppity all the time it was hard not to feed off his high energy.

“Hi” I said.

“It seems like forever right?” he chuckled throwing his tray on the table ignoring it and just peered at me. He was wore a blue shirt that compliment his hard muscles and black jeans and some blue and black sneakers. I noticed this a while ago that he liked to match his clothes with his shoes or maybe it the other way around. He was a sneaker fanatic. I giggled at the thought of what he would do if I stepped on his shoes, betting he’d yell at me.

“What?” he asked curious I shook my head and looked back at my boring tray of food.

“Nothing”

“So I was wondering if you’d like to go to my house today.” I stared at him.

“W-Why?” I stuttered pathetically. He furrowed his brows with a smile.

“I don’t know, you haven’t been and I would love for you too” he shrugged. I bit down on my lip averting my gaze from his deep brown one. Should I go? He had told me he was the son of moneybag parents that entertained senators and presidents and shit. They didn’t know he was gay either, thought that really had nothing to do with him take me to his house. I guess friends did visit each other’s places once in a while. Snatching my coke off the table I gulped down a few carbonated swallows, closing my eyes from the burn and let out a few painful coughs before turning back to his concerned face.

“You ok?” he asked patting my back. I nodded clearing my sore throat.

“Sure I’ll go to your house” I tried to sound happy about it but inside I was a bundle of nerves. How do you act normal around someone who has told you that they like you and constantly look at you like you the most interesting person ever.

“Don’t worry my parents went on a business trip this morning.” He assured me. I nodded but said nothing.

He began to eat while I sat and stared around till my gaze landed on him. He was at a table with Richard talking about something. His face was set in a seep unpleasant frown as he argued with his cousin. The breeze brushed his hair from his eyes gently giving me a clear view of his hard ice blue eyes that glared at Richard. I frowned in curiosity, I had never seen Zane look so angry or upset before… come to think of it I’ve never seen him look either ever.

“So where’s Adam?” Owen asked making me tear my eyes from Zane gratefully to look back at him.

“He went to talk to your guys coach.” I answered. He nodded and pushed his tray away from to lean his arms on the table. He looked serene, like nothing bothered him. I notice he was quiet most of the time, an observer but always content. That was one thing about him; he had a way of making people calm and happy when there in his presence.

“My sister will be at there, you can meet her.” He said still looking ahead of him. I frowned.

“Didn’t you say she was a year younger that you.” He nodded turning to look at me.

“Yeah, why”

“Well then why haven’t I seen her yet, she doesn’t talk to you in school or something.” I smiled trying to lighten my nervous mood. He chuckled.

“She doesn’t go here, my parent’s think I would be better for her to go to an all-girls school. They think that since there are no guys around to distract her that she will turn out to be the perfect lady but if you ask me she’s one of the most unlady like people I have ever met. She can be rude at times and crazy all the rest of the time. There’s nothing prim or proper about that girl” he laughed. I smiled,

“I hear that a lot of girls that go to an all-girls school end up being the most guy crazy, or they turn lesbian.” I joked. He shook his head a smirk pulled at lips.

“My sister is defiantly NOT a lesbian. Plus I don’t think my parents would be able to take both of their children being gay.” 

The bell rung for the end of lunch, sighing I stood taking my tray to the trashcan Owen behind me.

“So you’ll meet me at my truck after school?” He asked as we walked down the hall towards my class.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” I said a bit shy. I wanted to kick myself for being such a pathetic mess when it came to Owen. He gave me one more heart stopping smile, padded my back and headed down the hall.

I was so nervous as I stood by his truck. I don’t really know why I was freaking out like this, I was just going to his house, we weren’t going to his house to have hot steamy sex. Would sex with Owen be hot and steamy? I think it would be more soft and sweet, so intimate that it couldn’t be call sex more like making love. He was the type of guy to see to your needs before him own.

“You ready?” I jumped looking up to see him watching me his keys jingling in his hands. I felt my cheeks burning; what the hell is wrong with me! Thinking about sex with Owen,

“Yes” he opened my door for me and I ducked my head down in embarrassment.

I’m not a girl; I wanted to tell him but took his offer and climbed in his huge truck. He was laughing softly at my effort to get in. I glared at him through his windshield as he made his way to the driver’s side.

“Are you going to make fun of me every time I get in your car?” I hissed. He shrugged turning his truck on.

“I don’t know I’ll tell you when I think it gets old” he smiled innocently. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms like a pouting child as he back out of the parking lot. He was driving down the street when the roar of a motorcycle zoomed rudely in front of us causing Owen to slam on the brakes.

“F*CK!” he exclaimed. I threw my hands out towards the dash board from the sudden jerk of the truck. My eyes were trained on the familiar black and red bike racing down the street ahead of us way past the speed limit; it swerved dangerously passed other cars till it was out of sight.

What was he trying to do kill himself! I raged silently.

“Jerk! I hate bikers.” Owen muttered hotly continuing down the street.

“Why?” I asked curiously not bothering to tell him that I knew who it was. Owen shook his head sharply.

“Just because they have a much smaller means of transportation they think that they can just cut people off and race at dangerous speeds ignoring the legal limits that everyone else has to obey. To me their like animals in the road that you have to watch out for because they come out of know where like that dumbass. They know what they’re doing.” He fumed. I tried to keep the smile from my face but I couldn’t so I turned my head away to stare at out the window.

“You’re laughing at me. Why are you laughing at me?” he asked but I heard the amusement in his voice. I shook my head and shrugged keeping my face towards the window.

“Oh come on, what’s so funny.” He pushed my shoulder a little. I turned to look at him with a straight face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He rolled his eyes.

“Don’t play innocent.” I sighed.

“It’s nothing” I told him stubbornly. He met my gaze with a flat no non sense expression. I flicked my gaze from him to the road a couple times.

“Keep your eyes on the road Owen!”

“Tell me” he continued.  I sighed,

“It’s just that you sound like a goodie two shoes is all. Like you’ve never done something bad in your life, it’s funny.” He didn’t say anything at first but smiled softly.

“So you’re saying I’m too vanilla?” he spoke several minutes later. I peered over to him and he had a thoughtful expression as he watched the road. I shook my head.

“Not in a bad way, it’s a good attribute in a person. You don’t see it too often.” I explained.

“I see it in you all the time.” I snapped my gaze back to him as he looked at me stoically.

“You’re just saying that. I’m not very noble or righteous.” It was true. How could I be if I was attracted to two men at the same time and was always getting into situations with Zane lately. That was bad when I didn’t want anything to do with him and how Owen wanted to be with me but I continued to push him back but probably going to his house was going to get him the idea I was leading him on or something.

“You are Wyatt, you have such an innocent quality that it just attracts people to you.” I didn’t answer just stared down at my hands.

None of what he thought about me was true. I was definitely not innocent.

We drove up a long drive way getting closer to an enormous and intimidating mansion. There was a large and elegant fence blocking off the house. Owen stopped and leaned out the window to turn a little screen on, a man’s face popped up as he looked at us.

“Mr. Caine.” He nodded curtly.

“Good evening Anderson.” Owen greeted formal with an easy going smile. The gates opened slowly and I watched in awe. Ok I was in way over my head… how rich was this guy?! I looked up in the trees to see security cameras following our every move as he parked in front of the house/mansion on the circular drive way with a beautiful tranquil fountain in the middle of a large patch of grass in the center.  The house was an off white color that was chipping from age; vibrant green vines were working their way up the walls and the rails of balconies. A man came walking out of the house towards us; he was in a black suit like uniform.

“Evening Mr. Caine” he greeted. Owen supped him with a head nod and handed him the keys.

“My sister home Kelly?” Kelly nodded.

“Miss Summer was in the library last I seen her, sir.”

“Thanks” Owen looked over to me and gestured for me to follow. I think my jaw was dragging on the floor the whole time I followed him in the house it was huge inside. There was a giant crystal chandelier that hung in the center of the ceiling, two staircases curving and leading up to the upstairs. To our left was closed double doors, hallways ran down each far side of the entrance leading somewhere in the house. On the right was the kitchen the double doors where open on this side.

“Wow” I said hearing that one word echo off in the large space of the room.

“Come on I want you to meet my sister.” He took my hand and pulled me with him. I barely had time to see all the elegance and antiquities beauty in the structure or look at the paintings hanging on the wall.

“How long have you lived here?” I asked him absently getting glimpses of dark wooded rooms with plush red velvet colored carpet; I saw a couple sculptures in a few of those rooms.

“All my life, this house has been in our family for generations. My parents did a little remodeling on some parts of the house but besides that it’s exactly the same since my great, great, great, great grandfather built it.” he said like he was talking about the weather. I was staring at him with wide eyes.

“You mean this house has been standing since the sixteen century.” Owen nodded.

“Yep”

He stopped abruptly in front of more double doors but they were huge oak doors. Letting go of my hand he pulled back one door and ushered me in, the room was covered in row and row of books. A magnificent fireplace, the one wall that didn’t have shelves of books was the one wall ahead of us, it was just a huge window looking out the back yard.

“Summer?” Owen called walking further in the room. There was a girl sitting at a table close to the window. Her head was down, a mass of dark brown curls all around her head. She looked up with enormous green eyes; she was dressed in a dark blue blazer her schools crest over her breast pocket, a matching skirt and a white shirt underneath finished off with a black tie.

“Owen!’ she jumped from her seat tossing her book down and race over to him. He caught her in a twirling huge before setting her on her feet.

“Why you greet me like every day is beyond me but anyway I want you to meet my friend, Wyatt. Wyatt, Summer.” He introduced us. I smiled at her noticing that we were practically the same height. That boosted a guy’s self-esteem doesn’t, knowing you the same height as your friends ‘younger’ sister.

I watched her eyes widened,

“So your Wyatt, Owen talks about you all the time.” She grinned mischievously. Owen groaned covering his hands over his face.

“Thanks sis that was subtle.” She shrugged.

“So you’re in the same grade as my bro?” she asked. I nodded.

“Yes”

“That’s cool; it must be nice to go to the same school. I begged my parents to let me go to school with him but they were all like ‘No, it’s not proper for a young laaady like myself to be surrounded by such bad influence and BOYS!’” her voice took on a snobbish tone and deepened, she bent over a bit with one hand on her hip and the other wagging her index finger in the air. She scrunched her eye brows to look stern. I was holding in my laughter to the best of my abilities. 

I looked up a to Owen’s amused face as he met my gaze.

“That’s my sister for ya” he shrugged.

“Hey!” she pushed at her brother with mocking anger. She turned back to me.

“So are you gay?” she asked bluntly. I blinked at her for a second.

“Uh, y-yes” I don’t know why I stuttered but I was never asked that questioned in such a straightforward manner. Usual people try to ease their way into asking a question like that if they are unsure or don’t want to offend me. But that was only to people I just met.

“Awww! Are you and my brother going out?! You guys look so cute together!” she asked excitedly clapping her hands together. I shook my head a bit faster than necessary.

“No, were just friends. Just friends.” I repeated to make sure they all got it. Summer didn’t look convinced.

“You know… that there’s a movie called Just Friends and they ended up together in the end” she winked at me then looked at her brother with a sly smile.

“He’s so cute Owen, you got a keeper.”

I averted my eyes from both of them a bit irritated that no one would ever listen to me when I say that I don’t want to be with ANYONE!

“Ok well I think Wyatt’s had enough of you for one day. I’m going to save him from you now.” Owen said touching my shoulder to get my attention.

“Kay well bring him by again soon” she grinned and waved at us as we walked out.

“I told you, she a rude crazy person. So how would you like a tour?” he asked. Sighing I looked up at him grateful.

“I would love one.”

*****

 After the hour long tour my feet were killing me but I was full of excitement while he showed me his gigantic room with the adjoined bathroom. His house was awesome. I had always been attracted to old world type things. His house was full of beautiful antics, the structure was magnificent with brilliant hand crafted designs in the wood. I felt like I was walking back in time. The mansion looked like it was supposed to be built for a duke or a count someone of importance. Everything I pointed to in amazement Owen had a story behind it.

He told me that his great, great etc.… Grandfather was an explorer in the mid sixteen hundreds. People thought he was crazy because the moment he heard the story of the famous Capitan Harrison’s gold from some old fisherman he spoke to one day, his grandfather Wesley Caine swore that it had to hold an amazing treasures and he was going to find it. He tried to require a few men to come on his voyage. No one wanted to go on some futile hunt with no real information on the ‘supposed’ treasure that was buried there. So his grandfather shrugged off all the ridicule as they called him crazy and a daft old man and took off.

He finally arrived on the land that was said to hold an abundance of wealth. He asked around the neighboring villages and received the same answers, it was a dead end. He was just another poor soul who got sucked into the never ending story that was Capitan Harrisons gold. They told him that the man was a made up character to make for an old interesting tale to tell the children. Mr. Caine wasn’t convinced; there was always an origin to a tale even if people didn’t believe it.

He ignored all the stories about hundreds of men who came to search and the only thing they ended up taking home was a heavy heart and empty pockets. He set up home and did what he did best explore. In those seven years he was tested to limitations he had never before had to meet; more than once he was on the verge of giving up hope. A particular storm raged the night before, when the weather cleared he sat upon the edge of the cliff he normally sat at overlooking flat expanding land that he now called home thinking, second guessing himself. When suddenly the cliff gave out beneath him and he fell down under the softened ground.

And there in the mountain he built his house on held man mad tunnels leading to a massive treasure that was beyond anything Wesley Caine ever imagined. And since then Owen’s great, great etc… grandfather proved to everyone that he was not a daft old man. He was an adventurer, an explorer of the world and would never give up on something he believed in. Passing that message down to his children and so forth to Owen and the house he built as a reward to himself for all the struggles he went through, for his family to have and cherish for generation to come.

Settling on his bed Owen sighed leaning back on his hands.

“I haven’t been to that many places in my house in forever. I forgot how tiring it could be.”

“The story to this house is amazing Owen.” I complimented. He smiled,

“I thought it was amazing when I first heard it too, I love this place.” I nodded in understanding.

“I would too.” I was walking around his room.

You can tell a lot about a person by their room and he was everything I thought he was. It was immaculate not a thing on the floor but a white plush carpet, not a stain on it. He had a computer desk with a laptop, a flat screen with a game system. He had a book case that had row and rows of books and at the bottom two shelves held his games. His bed was in the far corner just below a window overlooking the courtyard. His queen size bed had a black comforter and under was dark gray sheets.

“Come sit down with me, I know your feet hurt.” He told me padding the spot next to him. He was right my feet did ache. Reluctantly I walked cautiously to his bed and sat a little further than the spot he padded.

“How do you like my sister?” he asked lifting a leg to bend it up on the bed leaving the other still over the beds edge.  He was facing me now so I turned my body to do the same.

“She’s interesting” I answer truthfully. He started to laugh.

“She can be a bit much. I have to remind myself she’s my sister so I don’t end up strangling her sometimes.”

It was quiet for a while as we sat there. I was nibbling on my bottom lip nervously keeping my eyes all around his room, the posters and pictures on the walls.

“So I still haven’t heard your story yet Wyatt” he said interrupting the silence. I snapped my head back to his.

“My story?” I asked frowning. He nodded.

“Yeah, I told you about me and I have yet to hear yours.” I licked my lips.

“It’s really not all that interesting, not like yours.” He shrugged.

“I’ve been waiting to know you since Carl’s Jr. that long ‘LONG’ time ago” he teased. Giving up on changing the topic looked down at my hands that were rubbing up and down against my jeans.

“What do you want to know?” I muttered.

“I don’t know um… how did you know you were gay?” I shut my eyes at the question. It had to be that.

“I guess it was around middle school that I realized I was attracted to boys instead of girls.” I told him.

“Oh, that’s young, who was your first boyfriend?” he asked innocently oblivious at the pain that question caused. I bit my lip harder than usual drawing blood.

“D-Derek” I whispered. His eyes widened in realization and he cringed.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Wyatt I didn’t meant to bring up these painful memories.” He rushed scooting closer and taking me in his arms, giving me a comforting hug. I didn’t protest but bury my face in his chest as he whispered reassures and apologies. I gripped his shirt in my hands as I bit back the strong emotions coming to bombard me.  I hate that it still hurt this much to think about my past knowing he was in most of it. He was my best friends before he was my boyfriend, always there, nothing I thought of in my past didn’t have him in it some way or another.

“Wyatt stop” he commanded softly. “He’s not worth your tears.” I frowned in confusion as I then started to feel the wet steaks on my cheeks. I was crying.

Ugh, how embarrassing. I tried to pull away from him but he held on to me tighter.

“Your strong Wyatt, I know you are. When I look at you I can easily see it. This guy has hurt you badly and that’s easy to see also but I know that you can get past this and get past him; it will be hard as hell but you’re not alone, not at all.” I blinked in shock and looked up at him. His deep brown eyes sincere and features soft as he stared down at me.

Why did he have to be so nice, so… Perfect.

“You believe that?” I asked in disbelief. He smile softly and nodded.

“Yes and in this family believing in something is a big deal.” He said. “I believe that you will heal from this and grow stronger from it.” I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corner of my lips.

“Thank you.” He reached up and combed my hair from my eyes.

“Don’t mention it. I’m always here for you, remember that.” As if it were habit to him he lent down and kissed the corner of my mouth before backing away in shock at his actions. I stared at him with wide eyes but to stunned to move away yet. I watched as his eyes dropped to my mouth, they were darkening with a building fire. My stomach tightened and warmed suddenly then his lips touched mine and instantly I felt familiar sparks. Warm and soft, he pressed them a little harder against mine and I had no other chose but to hold on to him. My arms wound themselves around his neck on their own accord. A soft moan escaped my mouth. Everything with him was so gentle and sweet that I melted against him. I was slowly pushed back on the bed, my hands finding refuge in his short soft brown hair gripping desperately. His tongue caressed my bottom lip tenderly and I gasped letting him in.

He tasted so delicious I was getting addicted with just the first taste. I met him halfway seeking every treasure his mouth held. The tingles were rising in my stomach, our breath increasing from lack of air. I heard his deep soft moan rumbling in his chest. I felt a noticeable swelling in my lower region along with his pressing hard against my leg.

Everything was hot, hard to breath.

“Mmmm” I moaned in his mouth unable to hide my pleasure that he was building in me. His hard lean body maneuvered over mine blanketing mine every so carefully like he was scared that I was going to bolt at any moment but how could I with how tender and caring he was with his kiss.. My fractured and damaged heart began to squeeze with something I hadn’t felt in so long that I retreated immediately.

No. 

It was too much I couldn’t take it, first Zane awakening my desire like no one ever had, now this? It had to stop; I had to stop it Now!! I didn’t want this. I couldn’t want this.

These two men were stealing my shattered heart and piecing each halve back together to keep for their selves. Terrified I pushed Owen off me abruptly and scrambled off the bed to scurry towards the door like a cornered rabbit. I stared at his confused and worried face as he sat up on the bed.

“Wyatt?” he said slowly like he was talking to a timid animal. “What’s wrong?” he rose to his feet.

“I want to go home. I need to go home” I whispered my voice shaking and my chest heaving from lose of breath. Owen watched me concerned etched deep in his brow.

“Wyatt, what’s wrong?” I had to prevent myself from rolling my eyes.

“You kissed me.”

He sighed heavily and raked his fingers through his short hair.

“I know, I’m sorry but I like you Wyatt, A lot and I couldn’t help myself” he confessed sheepishly a blush growing in his cheeks.

“I told you friends. I want to be just friends and you didn’t respect that, so I think it’s best if you just take me home now.” I don’t know the reason it was so much worse for him to kiss me unlike Zane. Maybe it was because Zane doesn’t listen to anybody and does what he wanted but with Owen he was so sweet and good it made him more dangerous than Zane.

He was dangerous. Both of them,

“Just take me home.” He looked reluctant but eventually nodded.

I had to stay away from them, far away.

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An Owen chapter, YAY!! and its super long.