Teenage Love |BxB|

02.

02.
is your name wifi?
because i'm really feeling a connection
♕

        The following day I was forced to go to school, even when I so desperately pleaded to my parents in despair how much I wasn't feeling good. But they saw through my lies, and sent me anyways. Sometimes, I wish I was rebel enough to grab some courage and ditch at times like this. Although, I'm that nerdy geek that isn't able to disobey their own parents commands. God, I hate this part of me.
        As I hauled myself off to school in the most gloomiest mood, I tried to shuffle past people I didn't want to be seen by. And by people I mean one person in general, Mr. Vance Marks. This is what put me in the unhappy mood. I wasn't really gloomy but rather more nervous and afraid of confronting him with an answer. That's the reason why I acted to be sick, so I wouldn't have to go to school and see him. But sadly, my plan failed horribly.
        I maneuvered my way around bodies of students hoarded together like a pack of wolves. And right as I looked up, walking towards my locker, there he was, waiting for me. Then suddenly, right on queue, Archie yelled out my name.
        "Jasp—" But I quickly smacked my hand over his fat lips in time. Thank goodness, Vance was oblivious to this. I grabbed Archie by the arm and dragged him to the nearest boy's room. He was giving me a look of confusion, and shock.
                As we entered the restroom, I apologized to Archie. "Sorry, I didn't mean to smack you that hard."
        "Geez, what was that for anyways?" He asked a little ticked off.
                I sighed, and debated between myself whether to tell Archie about what happened when he left. I didn't have the gut to tell him, so I left most parts out. "I'm supposed to go confront Vance."
        Archie's eyes popped out his sockets and his mouth hung gapped open. "Vance!? Thy Vance Marks!? Prince of this dump!?" I nodded in response and Archie continued. "What did you get yourself into this time? Man, Vance is really going to kick your arse." I let Archie believe whatever the hell he thought happened between Vance and I.
                "I didn't do anything," I said, wondering what Archie meant by 'what'd you get yourself into this time'. But I simply pushed if aside, because that was the least of my problems.
        "Well, you better hope he doesn't find you—" And once again, misfortune found me, and Vance entered the restroom with his pal Gavin. Archie  turned around, to see them standing behind him, side by side and he gave the most fearful look every.
                        At that moment when Vance's eyes landed onto me, he grinned widely and told Gavin to wait outside. Thankfully, Archie stayed by my side. But Vance asked politely, "May I talk to Jasper privately, please, Archie."
        Archie just looked at me, standing there very awkwardly, unaware of what to say or do. The tension in the air rose as seconds turned into minutes while Vance waited patiently for Archie to exit. But instead of leaving, a sudden rage filled Archie. "Don't think you'll get away with this. I don't know what Jasper did, but why the hell do you got to beat him. You fuckin' jerk, I'm not leaving." Vance and I were taken aback by Archie's statement. That was some big vocabulary, I mean, I hardly heard any cussing from Archie and hearing it now as he defended me was remarkable.
                        "Excuse me?" Vance asked in disbelief, clearly confused.
        "You heard me, jackass." And there he went again, trying to act tough. I couldn't take this anymore and urged Archie to quit it and just leave. But his response was, "I can't just leave you here to get beat up."
                        Vance then decided to butt in, "I'm not here to beat Jasper up." He chuckled, realizing the mistake Archie made by misinterpreting what Vance wanted to talk to me about. "I'm here to discuss something with him." I felt relieved that he didn't openly say what happened yesterday, and I was glad until Archie asked what we were going to discuss. That's when both Vance and I gave each other that look, that look that said, 'what do I say'.
                I decided to speak up this time. "About Ms. Ellen's current project she's getting ready to assign as a group."
        "And you need to talk about this privately because...?" Archie's words swirled off as he looked at both of us for another answer.
                I was fed up with all these questions and told Archie just to wait for me in class. He shrugged it off, now having a lack of interest in what we were up to. But before his left he said, "If you do get you're arse beat up, don't come crying to me Jasper Levi Troy." And with that he was out the door. Finally we were alone.
        I didn't want to be here with Vance, but I couldn't be a coward and run away from this. If Vance was really serious about what he said, I can't just be a jerk and avoid him the rest of my life, I'd feel terrible for doing that. So I needed to come up with an answer quickly.
        It was quiet as ever, we stood face to face, alone in the boys restroom with no one else here. I could feel Vance staring at me as I, of course, stared away rather awkwardly. And in a quick moment, Vance cupped my face and I gazed up towards him only to be taken off guard with a kiss. And instead of fighting back, or pushing away, I just stood very still, letting his soft warm lips caress mine.
                        He realized what'd he done and slowly pulled away, "I'm sorry." He said beneath his breath, "I just can't help myself." He peered into my eyes with that same look. A look of longing, want, need, something I've never seen before.
        I didn't know how to response back, I just stood there as he pulled me into his arms. I felt the warmth of his body, as he carefully squeezed me, tightening his grip around me. Its hard to say, but for some reason I felt safe. It was an amazing feeling, and I actually liked it. I wasn't sure whether I should cling on, or if I should push away. I was so conflicted with myself. Why are my emotions and body contradicting one another, what do I truly want?
        As my senses came together, I pulled away and staggered back into the wall. I felt myself burning up inside and that's when I noticed I was so very flustered. I stared down at the plain white floor, so embarrassed.
                        "I hate and love that innocent look you give, it drives me so crazy. When you give me that look, I just want to do dirty things to you. But I can't and that's what drives me crazy."
        The blush on my cheeks rose, Vance's statement made it ten times worst. Dirty things? What did he mean by dirty things? And then I started to think about it myself. I imagined Vance naked for some reason, but I stopped myself there, before it got out of control. I can't. I'm not gay. This isn't right. What in the world is wrong with me!?