it started with a jojo obsession

chapter 4

"Girl how you gonna be this idiotic and drop all of yo books right on this greasy fart floor" Draco cutely whispered loudly into my ear.

But everything good must come to an end, as I watched Draco practically fly across the room like a rainbow dog balloon animal.

Jojo interrupted our romantic moment by kicking him all across the room. Was this a sign I should be with Jojo instead? He's a very strong and solid man.

But I guess I better chose someone else, because next thing I knew, Draco was then pinned up against the wall by my lover, Jojo. They kissed and their lips touched against each other, unable to let go as if they were such strong magnets, refusing the release the warm touch. Draco allowed Jojo's tongue to enter his mouth but then refused his request. As if Jojo was a nine year old child wanting to enter the ride for kids only of ten years and above, but the worker allows it but then realizes he's just nine years and pulls him out. That was similar to what happened. Their mouths twisted and kissed. Draco's hand made its way all around Jojo's crusty and unwashed hair, trying to lightly pull it and twist it around but he couldn't because Jojo's had was just too rough and hard.

My homophobia must have come out because I started shouting about how I didn't wanna see 2 guys making out with their tongues intertwining outside of my potions classroom, right on some poor person's locker.

My hope of a lifetime relationship with one of them soon vanished, as they ignored the sight of me and instead focused on the wet French kiss.

Although I never thought I'd say it, I realized Italian is alot better than French as the true love of my life entered the room. My real and true soulmate, how could I have ever been so blind? Now this event was straight out of a fairy tale. My hot Italian ex boyfriend was now walking through the hallways.