WISH UPON

4 | ᴢᴇᴋᴇ

"ℐ 𝓀𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒾𝓉 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓂ℯ. 𝒯𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓃ℴ 𝓇ℯ𝓈ℯ𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 ℴ𝓇 𝓈ℯ𝒸ℴ𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽𝓉𝓈. ℐ 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓈 𝒶ℊℴ."
-ℬℯ𝒶𝓊 𝒯𝒶𝓅𝓁𝒾𝓃

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I'm in love.

I've never had this feeling before, like a moth to a flame. I was drawn to Sunny. It didn't matter what this boy was selling. In all of about fifteen minutes, he had me. I was hooked. Like an addict who needed their next fix, I craved him.

I would shout it from the rooftop if I didn't think that he would drop dead from a heart attack. I didn't even know which way Sunny swung. I just hoped that it was in my direction.

It was almost painful the way I felt. It was like I wanted to scream it out loud and then mark him as my property. I wanted to run home and tell my dad that I was getting married tomorrow; to the love of my life.

My father knows I'm bisexual, but I've never brought a boy home. Sunny would be the first boy and last person I'd bring home for the rest of my life if I had it my way.

Shaking my head from my wandering thoughts as we stood in front of our first-period class ready to give our introductions, I saw the panic settle in Sunny's bright ocean blue eyes as they held onto me.

It's pitifully obvious that he has some stage fright or social anxiety. He can barely say one word without stuttering or turning a beautiful bright crimson red.

As he stared into my eyes, pleading for me to save him, yes me, did I mention that we met only minutes ago and he already trusted me? I cleared my throat and smiled at the teacher and out into the classroom, "My name is Zeke. I just moved here from Arizona," I said, short and simple.

I turned my attention to Sunny. He was playing with his sexy as fuck tongue ring that I ached to feel. The need to taste the hard metal ball and tease it between my own teeth shot through me, my blood in my veins crackling in want.

I nodded in his direction, encouraging him as he visibly drew in a ragged breath and turned an even darker shade of red.

"W...we...well, My name is Sunny, and I came he...here from Bo....Boston," his voice coming out timid as he stared at his hightops.

I heard snickering throughout the classroom, making my blood boil. I could only assume that my neck was starting to turn red in agitation. How dare these idiot kids laugh at Sunny? He's just nervous. Hasn't everyone been nervous once in their life?

The teacher, I think she said her name was Mrs. Black, cleared her throat, "Thank you, Zeke and Sunny, please take a seat," she motioned to the two empty desks in the middle of the classroom.

I watched as Sunny practically ran to an empty seat, his black sweatpants perfectly cupping his perky and muscular ass. I swallowed the drool in my mouth as I shrugged off my jacket and sat down next to him, breathing in his fresh scent.