Falling For Danger (BoyXBoy)

Chapter Five

Vic's POV

The bell rings for lunch, and I gather my things. I can't wait to see Kellin again. I was a little disappointed at how last night went, but I refuse to make him do anything he doesn't want. I would never in a million years hurt anyone that way, much less him. I'm curious though, as to what is happening at home. He mentioned it twice yesterday, but evaded my questions. I guess it's not really any of my business... I mean, we aren't boyfriends or anything. Actually, I'm not even sure we are technically dating.

Don't get me wrong; I'm ecstatic that Kellin didn't run away last night. I certainly didn't expect him to kiss me. That little make out session was just enough to drive me crazy. His soft lips on mine, his hands on my chest, my tongue in his mouth... It was perfect and definitely the most fun I've had in a long time. I'm not quite sure how, but I think I'm falling for this boy. In what way, I don't know. I don't even know a whole lot about him. All I know, is that he makes my heart pound and butterflies flutter in my stomach. When he isn't next to me, I'm wishing he was. As soon as he is out of my sight, I miss his radiant smile and sky blue eyes. If I'm not falling for him, I have no clue what is happening.

I look down to make sure I have everything I need from my locker, then laugh at myself. Since when do I care about being prepared? What are my teachers gonna do? Smack me on the knuckles and tell me not to do it again? I slam my locker shut, and pull up on the handle, making sure it locked back.

I reach the cafeteria, and decide to skip the lunch line all together. Why waste my money on shitty food I won't eat? As I approach my usual table, Kellin comes into view. My pace quickens, and I reach him in no time. I rest my hand on his shoulder, and he jumps a little as he turns around to see who in the hell just touched him. His scrunched up face relaxes when he sees me, and a small smile appears. Fucking hell, I love it when he smiles. I don't think I could make it an entire day without seeing it at least once. It's almost like his happiness emanates off of him and seeps through my skin and into my black soul, and tries to erase some of the scars it finds there. It doesn't take much for a smile of my own to form.

"Hey Kells." Reluctantly, I slide my hand off his strong, broad shoulder and take the seat across from him. I notice that he doesn't have any food in front of him. "Not hungry?" He shakes his head.

"Not really. What about you?" he asks. I just shake my head and nibble on my bottom lip. "What?" He knew what I was thinking even before I did. He knows what I want.

"Like you don't know," I say, teasing him just a little. He giggles silently. Oh, fuck. Why does he have to be so adorable in every way? It's almost not fair. He gets to look the way he does, and I'm just me. Ugly, insignificant me. Why he even wants to be near me is a mystery.

"So, what are you gonna do about it? Friendly reminder: we are currently in the cafeteria surrounded by fuckboys and their slutty cheerleaders," he says jokingly. I brush off his joke, and try to think of a way to respond. I want to sit in his lap and shove my tongue down his throat. I want to hear him moan. I want to feel his hands on me again, even if by accident. But I know that he doesn't want that yet... So he says. The way he looks at me suggests otherwise, but I would never point that out. He doesn't want to, and that's fine. My only problem is the one threatening to form in my pants.

I ignore it and say, "Follow me." We are maybe ten minutes into a 45 minute lunch period, and I know somewhere we can go to talk.

He tilts his head to the side slightly and gives me a questioning glance, but follows me nonetheless. I lead him out the cafeteria doors and down the cracked sidewalk to the little garden next to the school building. The ancient, overgrown garden is filled with colorful flowers and weeds and is built in the shape of a square. There are enough trees around to give it privacy and shade, but overrun by enough weeds to keep kids from wandering out here. In the center of it all, is a wooden bench with a brass plaque with "in memory of Harvey Whilk" scratched into it. My stomach drops when I see his name.