𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 || Kevin Alvarez

Chapter 22

Y/n

For once I wasn't running late, I was actually the first one in my class. I woke up extra early so I wouldn't be late again.

I sat down in my seat, right next to Kevin's seat. I got out my project for science, we had to make our own planet, and explain how gravity or force works.

I wasn't The best at this stuff, but I was pretty good. I always got a A on this test. This year seemed to be the easiest.

I heard more and more footsteps coming through the door. I wasn't really paying attention to them, I felt a wave of sadness wash over me.

Why was I feeling like this all of the sudden? I've been happy all week. Now I just feel like sadness, I think about how happy I used to be at my old school.

All at once all my old memories wash over me. I remember how I grew up, I've never really thought about it before. But now that I am, I hate it here again. I want to go back, but that's not gonna happen any time soon.

I just hate it here. I mean Diego is good, but that's it. Plus Kevin, he's not bad, but he's not good.

Hes just so perfect I don't want to fall for him. I need Luis, I feel guilty even thinking about it. I shook my head trying to get all my thoughts out.

Thankfully, I felt a wave of air hit me. I then see Kevin sitting his stuff down, and sitting in his chair right beside me.

"Hey." He said quietly.

"Hey." I said back, I continued to work on my computer. I didn't pay attention to Kevin. But I could feel him staring a hole into me.

I felt a little bit uncomfortable, nervous? Uncomfortably Nervous?

I sighed and stopped typing on my computer, I looked into space. What else can I put to get a A? I mean I but everything, but I can put more.

"What you thinking about?" He asked me. I stopped looking at the ceiling, and looked at him. I shrugged and started to type what I think would get me a A.

Though it wasn't accurate, what else can I put? This is stressful. I saw a pair of long fingers take my computer, gently lifting it off my desk. I then saw that the arms lead to Kevin.

He had my computer in his strong grasp. He then started to type while having the computer on his chest, what was he doing? I was to in shock to say or do anything. I just admired him.

I actually took a second to look at him. He looked so, perfect. I can't take my eyes off of him.

I then looked at his veiny hands. They weren't Too veiny to the point that it was unattractive. But it was like perfect. It just shows how strong he is. He was wearing a black hoodie. It had a Nike logo on the top Conor.

Why did he look so good in everything? And why do I want to see what he looks like underneath? What's going on with me.

He then set my computer back down on my desk. I then saw that my essay was complete.i looked back at Kevin, the guy with straight Fs that juts did my essay.

I have him a shock look, I then saw him smile then scratch the back of his neck. He was looking around the room, while I was just staring at Kevin.

He had this stupid attractive smile on him.

"I am really good at this type of stuff. I thought I'll help you." He said. I smiled at him, still looking into his eyes. He was so beautiful.

I was about to start day dreaming about him, when I realized that I was staring at him for a long time. Why was I feeling so lovey dovey?