Bite Me Alpha Boy (BoyxBoy)

Jocks are Jerks

"How is it even possible for someone to be such a giant asshole?" I sighed as my head slammed against the cold desk.

As if geometry wasn't complicated enough, I had to figure out numbers within shapes while my thoughts kept creeping their way to a single word, well person.And it was Dominic. What a complete asshole, first he makes-out with me, then he ditches me, then he slams me against a locker in-front of the entire school and he even calls me a fag. I begin to run an angered hand through my curly black hair.

"Sounds like you've got a case of the cute boy blues." I hear my friend tease as I let out another aggravated sigh.

"What is his problem? You'd think I tried to murder his family the way he looked at me." I sigh even louder.

I lift up my head only to see Amythist furiously scribbling something down in her notebook, which obviously couldn't have been notes. "Jesus woman, if you write any harder you're going to tear through the entire thing."

"We're not talking about me right now," She says as she gently puts down the green notebook, "You made out with Dominic at my party. How could you not tell me, you know that I-"

"Oh my god shh! Do you want the entire class to hear you?!" I quickly cover a panicked hand over her mouth. Maybe that was a bit of an overreaction considering that we sat all the way in the back of the classroom, I'm pretty sure no one would be listening to a couple of weirdos like us anyway.

"I don't want to talk about it, OK?" I say as I slowly remove my hand from her mouth.

I feel her dark green eyes burning holes into my body as I face forward. I have reasons for not telling my best friend about my extremely hot make-out session with Dominic. First of all, her lips are about as solid as water, even if she doesn't mean to, she always ends up telling secrets. Which might also be one of the biggest pro and con ever if you're into gossip. I look up at the clock which moved ever so slowly, as if it knew I was watching it. Screw you clock. I just need to talk to him again, I need to figure out what it all meant, for my own sake.

"So are you seriously not going to tell me what happened," She begins to poke me, "I thought 'Man-Eater's' were suppose to be fearless."

Even though I knew she was just teasing me, I felt like something heavy had been lifted off of my shoulders. I was a Man-Eater, I made out with boys-no strings attached, I crushed their dreams, I danced fearlessly at parties-without a care, and I lived life to the fullest with my best-friend, at least that was the concept that Amythist and I came up with when we made the T-shirts online.

I quickly reached out and kissed Amythist on the forehead. "You're the best Amy, I need to talk to Dominic, I'll ambush him if I have to."

"He's got football practice after school." she hints with an evil grin pressed on her creamy brown visage.

"You're the best."

"Shut it, fire-crotch."

After School

"This is stupid." I say to myself as I lean against the brick building near the student parking lot.

I know that I wanted to talk to Dominic and all, but I don't even want to be here during school hours. Amythist might have given me a good idea and a great pep-talk, well, about as good of a pep talk that you could get from her, but I feel like the biggest loser in the world.

A gentle mid-August breeze crawled its' way up my arm, making me shiver unpleasantly as I traced each rugged brick with my index finger. How much longer do I have to wait? How long could it possible take a pair of boys to run back and forth on a field? More importantly, why didn't I grab my jacket this morning?! I pull out my phone from my back pocket to check the time, 7:50, great.