How to Engage Your Lab Partner (BoyXBoy)

I was fifteen.

At my school there were two goth groups: the Rainbow Goths, and the Metal Goths. I belonged to the rainbows, as did my best friend, Jara.

We were sitting at the lunch table one day when Jara touched my arm, drawing my attention away from the anime-themed conversation I was so thoroughly engaged in.

"Look at that little biscuit." she said to me, her eyes narrowed slightly in such a way that reflected her deep-seated desire to shag the boy she gazed upon.

His hair, which hung low over his crystal blue eyes, was black, just like all of the other metal goths. His black fishnet shirt clung tightly to his skin, showing off his muscles, which were not overly bulgy, yet filled out his skin in an appetizing manner, making me thank the school board for not giving us a dress code.

I could picture my tongue weaving into his stainless steel snakebites.

"Close your mouth, you little whore." Jara laughed, hitting my arm. I turned to her with a shocked expression. "Whore? Moi?"

"Yes, you! Skank!"

"Well, excuse me, Mother Theresa! " I directed my gaze back to the metal boy. "I can't help that he looks delicious... Who is he?"

"He's in my English class. Just transferred in today." She linked her arm through mine and leaned forward, chin on her elbow. "He's like walking paradise." She sighed, and we both ogled at the boy.

I guess I ogled a little harder because the next thing I knew, Jara was snapping I'm front of my face. "Hey! The bell rang! Stop having gay mind sex and get up!"

I stood up, and after shouting a final "SLUT!" at her, worked through the crowd to my last class of the day: Chemistry.

I sat at the back of the room, alone at my lab table. Everyone else had a partner but me, and I liked working alone.

The day's first assignment was on the whiteboard, so I opened up my notebook to work it, only to be interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.

"Allen," Mr. Stephens said, "This is Potter. He'll be your lab partner. Be nice."

As he walked away I raised my head to look at my partner, and almost choked on the gum in my mouth.

The boy from the cafeteria was standing bedside me.

"Heyy." I said, trying very hard not to flip my shit. "My name's Allen, but you can call me Alex." I motioned to the seat beside me and he sat.

"Potter." He said, putting his books down on the table. "What are we supposed to be doing?"

'Fucking the fuck out of our lab partners.'

"Taking notes." I said. "Do you have a book?"

He pulled out a shiny new Chemistry book and a notebook, glanced at my book for the page number, then got to work writing.

"Where did you transfer from?" I asked, scrawling the last note from my book. He already had his pencil down and was staring at his phone.

"North Dakota." He said, looking at me.

Our eyes met and I shivered. "Oh. That's a long way." I immediately wanted to smack myself- and not in a good way. I sounded like an idiot.

He nodded, eyes still locked on mine. "Yes. Yes it is." He hesitated, sill never once unlocking our eyes. "Wanna get out of here?"

My jaw dropped. Did he mean...? 'Fuck yes I wanna get out of here.'I nodded, unable to say anything.

He stood, as did I, and the moment we stepped outside the classroom, he had hold of my wrist.

"Where's the nearest janitor's closet?"

I thought for a moment. "Boiler room. Next left."

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:I hope you guys like it. This is a boy X boy..

obviously... and the next part is going to get really nosebleed worthy. if you guys have a problem with any of this stuff, stop reading now. okay

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