Creekington High's Pretty Boy (BXB)

[M] TEN

MATURE CONTENT

Nervousness, that's what I felt as I stood in front of my dorm room with my hand on the door. Though my hand never made an effort to turn the knob.

After this week had far too much time to assess my feelings for Grey. Those swirling, pain-filled, doe eyes that seemed to haunt me. His sculpted body that resembled a god. His hair that seemed to always be spiraled out in all directions.

Seeing Joey and Jared also did not help me feel better about being single. Every sweet moment I saw with with them, I wanted to recreate with Grey. Especially when I heard them in the next room late at night.

All these things made me realize I like Grey. A lot.

Maybe it's his charm? Perhaps his caring ways? His soft touches? His attractiveness?

But I like him. And I like men. Well at least one man. The thought of that no longer scared me.

Those realizations caused fear pit at the bottom of my stomach. I was scared. Scared to see him.

With a shaky hand, my hand finally turned the knob, I pushed the door open slowly. Once it was open, I was greeted with Grey sitting on his bed, knitting.

My eyes furrowed are the sight. He knits? This big, scary, mean, guy knits?

My eyes trained on his veiny hands, which worked quickly, his eyebrows knitted (no pun intended) in focus. His toned stomach rising ever so slightly as he did so. It was hot.

"Welcome back, pretty boy."

His words seemed to knock me out of my gaze. I didn't bother too respond, not trusting my voice at the moment. A fraction of me just wanted to shut up his rude mouth and press it against mine.

However, I did not do that. Instead, I closed the door and slipped my suitcase under my bed, figuring I had plenty of time to unpack later.

Grey paused with his knitting, standing up, quickly walking over to me. We were only a few centimeters apart.

He looked down at my, a small smile playing in his lips, "Not talking?"

My mouth opened, however my brain could not come up with anything to say. For once I was speechless. So I avoided his gaze, pointing my head to the floor.

His presence had me over-stimulated. His cologne filled my nostrils. Along with a scent of coconut, hinting he had taken a shower a few hours before. That smell always lingered when he did so. Not only was his smell intoxicating, but his body. His broad shoulders were slightly larger than mine, making me feel weak.

A deep chuckle played along the room, making my stomach do flips. I felt his fingers gently cup my jaw, pointing my face to look up at him. So I did.

His dull-like eyes poured into mine. Reading me like a book, I'm sure. His lip puckered out slightly, like a puppy in thought. "What's going on with you?"

"N-nothing." I sputtered

"Did something happen?"

Oh you mean me realizing I have deep feelings for you? Or finding out my mom is back on drugs? No.

"No."

His soft grip got slightly firmer while he sighed out in frustration. "Don't lie to me, pretty boy."

My cheeks tinted at the designated nick-name I had been given. A wild idea surged into my head.

Perhaps the cause was our distance to once another, or my conclusion of feelings. Either way, the idea of kissing him popped into my head and I didn't know how to get it out.