Out Of Our Control (High School Shoey)

Ch 36- Flaming Dodge Balls**

~JOEY’S POV~

~ TWO MONTHS LATER~

 “Mmm. F*ck yeah, baby. Take it off. Take it all off.” He picks me up and sets me on top of my desk, crawling in between my legs. I run my hands under his shirt before lifting it over his head, leaving us both shirtless.

  He runs his hands over my abs as my hands find their way into his back pockets, squeezing his ass. His lips leave mine and travel down to my neck where he almost immediately finds my sweet spot. I close my eyes and bite down on my lower lip to control myself.

  “Sawyer,” I moan out. “Just do something already.”

  “What do you want me to do to you, baby?” he whispers in my ear while fumbling with the button on my jeans, sending chills down my back. Right when I’m about to answer his question, I wake up. I sit up abruptly in bed, sweaty and out of breath. The golden sunlight shining through my window indicates that dawn has already arrived and the second week of school is waiting for me.

  “Oh for f*ck’s sake!” I exclaim before plopping back down on the bed and throwing a pillow over my face.

  ~

  “Good morning, Jay.” Shane greets me as he sits down next to me on the bus. After Shane did the kidney transplant last month, he moved back home so he can see his mother and take care of his father. We still see each other, but not as often. It’s mostly just when we’re doing group training with Tenebris & Lux. We’ve learned how to make our wings appear and retract on command. Unless we get jump-scared. Our wings will automatically appear as a self-defense reflex.

  “Good morning.” I mumble, not making eye contact. I just stare out the window, watching the world pass me by. He grabs ahold of my hand and gently squeezes it, sending electricity surging through my body, but I still don’t look at him. I don’t want to look at him. I feel guilty.

  I don’t feel guilty about the intimate dream I had about Sawyer this morning. That’s why I feel guilty: because I don’t feel guilty about the dream. I know that might sound a little confusing but it’s true. I have been having intimate dreams about Sawyer ever since school started up again and I don’t feel bad about it one bit. Damn. A boy can only dream…

 ~GYM CLASS~

 “Graceffa! Dawson!” Coach Harmon yells at us. She hands me a hand full of blue bandanas before giving Shane a pile of red bandanas. “We’re playing dodge ball today! You’re team captains! Choose your teammates wisely!”

  This is a fairly small class so there are only fourteen of us. I scan the room for the people who could potentially help me throw a foam ball in my boyfriend’s face.

  “I choose…Connor, Kingsley, Matt, Nick, and…” I look in the corner of the room and smirk, biting my lip. “Sawyer.”

  “I choose Anthony, Ian, Miranda, Shanna, Tyler, and Lisa.” Shane says.

 “Okay! Everyone grab a bandana from your team captain so we can get this game started!” coach Harmon yells. I hand a blue bandana to all my team members before walking over to Sawyer who’s leaning up against the wall.

 “Saved the last one just for you.” I say, holding up the blue cloth.

 “You hurt my feelings.” He says, fake crying and wiping away an imaginary tear. I giggle and shake my head.

 “And how did I do that?”

 “You picked me last.”

 “Well you know what they say.” I whisper, leaning in closer. “You’ve gotta save the best for last.”