Lacking Conviction (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 9: Chemistry With The Bro's

Song Suggestion: Cage the elephant - Come a little closer

Note: Unedited.

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Grayson's POV

Looking at the time, it had turned just past 8am, the sun starting to wake up, filtering through the curtains. I grumbled quietly at the prospect of getting up, I let myself lay there for a couple of more minutes before I decided it was time to leave.

I really, really, didn't want to have to go, the bed was so comfortable, and it was nice making Donovan nervous by simply looking at him, but I didn't want to overstay my welcome.

Pulling myself into a sitting position, I swung my legs over the bed, and quietly walked to the door. Trying to make as little noise as possible, not wanting to wake everyone up, I carefully walked in the landing, just as there was flushing noises directly in the room in front of me.

The door opened quickly, and there stood a tired looking Donovan, completely unaware of my presence, his eyes scrunching from yawning so hard. When he finally opened his eyes, his breath hitched as he saw me in front of him.

He let out a strangled noise of confusion and shock, before flushing, as I deliberately looked him up and down very slowly. His boxers were hanging low on his hips, and the shirt he was wearing hung off his shoulders, way too big for him, I was certain it wasn't his but Nicholas's.

Not that he's a small guy or anything, but compared to Nicholas and me? His stature compared to that of a toddler... I won't tell him that though, he'll probably strangle me.

He coughed awkwardly, wide eyed, and I realised I was staring.

When had I gotten so close?

A few moments had passed before I clapped him on the shoulder hard, "See you Monday..." I drawled teasingly, as if I knew something he didn't, and just before I left, I heard a quiet grumble as he rubbed his shoulder, watching me leave silently.

Donovan's POV

The weekend had passed by in a blur, so quickly that I hadn't even realised it was Monday until May's shrill voice rang through the door, yelling at me to get up or else we were going to be late.

We had managed to make it just in the nick of time, earning a full death glare from May, as she mumbled a litany of curses my way. I laughed and parted ways with her, and checking my timetable, I had chemistry first.

Chemistry first thing on a Monday morning.

This was bound to be a disaster...

"Jackson-! That doesn't go in there!" I exclaimed appalled, "Are you trying to kill us?" I moved away from the desk slightly in defence.

"Shit, maybe I am..." He mumbled, "Then where does it go then?" He whined irritably as I snatched the vial of chemicals from him for the second time.

I think our chemistry teacher had grossly underestimated the class's intelligence when it came to doing practicals, but then on turning around I was able to see that everyone but us two were getting on with it just fine.

Maybe we are the problem.

I looked around on the desk, "Where are the instructions?" I said with scrunched brows.

"I burnt them! We've been over this..." He tutted at me, shaking his head, talking annoyingly slow as if I was nothing but a stupid child.

I slapped the back of his head lightly, "How?? The bunsen burner didn't even need to be turned on yet!" I groaned, "I left the room for two minutes, Jesus..." I murmured, wondering if it was too late to choose another chemistry partner.

We continued squabbling for about another minute or so, when suddenly I felt someone behind me. Turning around I was surprised to see Grayson.

I hadn't even seen him walk in, the sneaky bastard. Didn't even know he attended this class.

A couple of girls that were sitting near us stared at him dreamily, giggling to each other, making me scowl.

"Let me help. I'm done anyways." He said coolly, subtly shouldering past me to the desk. I glared at his back fiercely but he didn't take any notice of me, and nodded to Jackson's hand, "You mind if I have that?", Jackson handed the vial over almost instantly.

Traitor! We don't need his help.

Everyone is so besotted with him, it makes me sick. Has everyone in this school lost their goddamn minds?!

Who does he think he is...

I had been lost in my train of thought for a couple of minutes, because suddenly Grayson was finished with the experiment, smiling friendly at Jackson, getting a few swoons from his audience. "Hey thanks man! You're a lifesaver!" He slapped his back gratefully, grinning from ear to ear.

I think I'm gonna puke..

"If you need any more help I'm just over there, yeah?" He asked us both and Jackson nodded impossibly quickly, and suddenly his attention was on me. He raised one eyebrow, waiting for my response, staring me down in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.

"That won't be necessary.." I scoff, my heart picking up speed. Maybe I should see a doctor.

He stalked closer, with purposeful strides, until he was backing me up into the empty desk behind me, the wood pushing into my hips uncomfortably. His eyes gleamed with mischief, and right away my heart dropped into my stomach. Why was he so close?

A wisp of hair dangled over his forehead, and he smoothed it back, blue eyes fixed on me intently.

"O-okay, Jesus..." I stuttered, my ears burning. Fucking embarrassing. I really had to get my shit together.

I coughed awkwardly, waiting for him to leave. When he didn't, I spoke up again, "I said okay! Fuck man..." I wiped my sweaty hands on my trousers nervously, and he seemed to snap out of his trance. He gave a clipped nod and walked back to his desk with long strides, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. At times I questioned if he even understood how intense his full attention felt like to have projected on you. It was too much; I couldn't think.

Unbeknownst to him I watched his back as he left, my eyes fixed on the flexing and bulging of his muscles through the school uniform... The span of his broad shoulders and the-

What the fuck is wrong with me?