That's the problem with Highschool

Chapter 6:

A/N: Another short chapter, but I'll try getting out another one soon to make up for it.

Lovano was beyond panic and confusion, he was just plain furious at this point, or he was mentally trying to convince himself he was. Though he had no idea of how to get out of this situation, normally he would have lashed out by now, but he wasn't exactly thinking straight. So instead, he glared at the floor. Trying to hide his flushed features.

"Wouldn't you rather look at something more attractive?" Antonio said, "Like this." He continued, lifting Lovano's face, forcing him to look up at the other boy. Pleased by the lack of cursing and fighting, Antonio couldn't help but smirk. If he'd given up fighting already, that meant it had simply been a front. Which would make this all much easier.

What the hell! No, no, no. Wait, is he closer? Oh gods, is he going to try kiss me in public! Fuck!  Was Lovano's current line of thought. Though he didn't fight, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Being attracted to someone doesn't paralyze you, does it? "Lemme go!" He finally manage to squeak out, pushing against Antonio's chest.

Antonio couldn't help but grin at Lovi's pathetic attempt, not to mention he was adorable with cheeks flushed as red as tomatoes. Then without saying anything he went for Lovano's lips.

Lovano was about to say something further, but that thought was cut off by the Spaniard's lips meeting his own. His eye's shot open, and if possible his blush deepened. Lovano had no clue what to do, mainly because he didn't 'disliking' it. Fuck it. He thought, draping his arm's round Antonio's neck, and tilting his head, deepening the kiss. At least this'll catch him off guard.