Lights Out (BoyxBoy)

Lights Out

"I don't get it, why not just say, "I could not care less?"

Rubbing my temples I looked at Jacob. "Listen and try to understand for the fifth time. If you say 'I could care less' it means you could actually care less. You could care less, but you don't. If you say, 'I couldn't care less' it means there are no more cares to give. Meaning it's the correct way of saying it, and the correct answer the professor wanted on that test."

Jacob growled annoyed and slammed his laptop shut. "It's so dumb, this shit is pointless!"

"It would be less dumb if you answered the questions right.." I know I was being rude, but I couldn't help it.

It had already been an hour and I was subjected to sitting in this private tutor room in the library with one of the cutest boys I had ever been around, but maybe one of the biggest meat heads. Okay that's a little harsh, he's not that dumb, but he was terrible at one of the easiest classes you could take in college. English!

So there we were, all by ourselves working on make up quizzes online that Jacob still tends to fail, because he just doesn't get it.

"Well maybe if you explained it better, Sammy."

"It's Sam to you." I stated, staring out the huge window of the room. The tutor rooms were seperate rooms in the back of the library, all lined up neatly with tall glass windows to see into the library's huge computer lab. Our university was cool in the fact that they had a lot of access to resources and they offer many opportunities to help improve your grade. Jacob was in dyer need to bump up his average, and with my help hopefully he would succeed.

But now I wished I was one of the drones out there doing my own homework on the computer, instead of helping this shit brain jock with his.

"I've restarted it multiple times."

"It's not helping."

Jacob and I glared at each other. The animosity we had towards each other could be felt through the room. We were never fond of each other. It's a small private college, and he plays on the football team with a full ride because of his athletic ability. Me on the other hand, I'm an openly gay guy who uses all the financial aid and money my parents can spare to get through. It's just hard knowing people with no educational ability get by easier than people who want to be here.

Jacob and I didn't stop our silent staring contest. I wasn't going to lose this small battle and look away first.

As I stared into Jacob's navy blue eyes I couldn't help but feel my mouth starting to get dry. There was a weird look in the jock's eyes that made my skin tingle. His eyes kept searching my face.

For what? I had no idea.

I couldn't help looking at his lips, a small smirk as he watched me. His eyes flickered from my eyes to my mouth, and I couldn't help feeling a small heat pooling in my stomach. As my eyes continues to roam his stupidly handsome face my vision became black.

The power went out.

I grumbled and looked away, my senses coming back to me. I was ready to leave the room and ask the library staff if they knew why the power went out, but as I went to get out of my chair I felt a rough hand grab my forearm as Jacob's chair hit the floor from the force and speed he had while getting out or it.

Jacob's hand was calloused and he held firm in his grip, getting closer to me. I could feel his hot breath fanning my face. I couldn't help but feel my ears start to burn from a blush. Thank god the lights were off.

Of all the things Jacob could have asked me in a situation like this I didn't expect him to ask, "Do you think the lights will turn on soon?"

My mind blanked for a moment, my mouth opening but no sound coming out. All I could do is feel his breath on my face paralyzing me.