THE BOY IS MINE

Part 19: A CHANGE OF HEART.

••THE FOLLOWING DAY••
••(At school)••

Jordan huffs getting seated on his desk only to get met by that basketball journal again.
He squints his eyes at Lowell and Lowell just shrugs at him side smiling.

Jordan: I can't believe that you are still bugging me with this basketball thing, why can't you just stop?
Lowell: I won't give up, not until you sign it and play for my team.
Jordan: I won't sign this damn journal, I don't want to play, I stopped playing a long time ago okay so please give it a rest already.

He throws it back to Lowell's desk and Lowell chuckles taking it.

Lowell: You will eventually sign this, just so you wait my dear friend.

He smirks but it was not for too long as Angela barges in their class and walks straight towards them that they both sigh just by the sight of her.
Lowell: Ugh what now?..

Angela: Hey boys, how are you?
She leans her hands on Jordan's desk and smirks down at them.
Jordan: I am fine Angela, and you?
Angela: I am great, but what about you Lowell? How are you?

*Silence*

Lowell stays glued on his phone brushing her off.
And Angela shrugs as she turns to face Jordan instead.
Angela: Anyways I just wanted to pass these invitations to you, they are from Anastasia she is my friend and I'm sure that you have met her before.
Jordan: Yeah yeah I know her, she was with you back at the racing compound. So what is it, is it a house party?
Angela: Well she will be hosting her birthday party tonight it's going to be a blast and everyone is going to be there. Do come guys.
Jordan: Okay thanks we will definitely be there.
Lowell: Speak for yourself.
Jordan: I will drag you there if I have to.
Lowell glares at him.
Jordan: Anyway thanks Angela for the invitation.
Angela: Sure thing... I will be gone then.
Jordan nods and she walks away heading out of the class.

Jordan: I understand that you don't like her, but is it necessary for you to act the way that you do towards her?
Lowell: She is not my friend so I am not obligated to be nice to her.
Jordan: Poor girl she probably regrets ever crushing on you.
Lowell: As she should, I don't want to entertain her stupid motives.
Jordan: So you do know that she is crushing on you huh?
Lowell: Yeah of course I do, but just like I said I won't entertain her.
Jordan: Ow I can't help but to wonder why.
Lowell: She is too much, too nosey for my liking. A girlfriend shouldn't be like that...at least my girlfriend to be exact.
Jordan: But that's not a bad for a girlfriend though... Most girls like poking their nose where they don't belong.
Lowell: And best believe my girlfriend won't be like that.

Jordan shakes his head and Lowell smirks up at Jordan locking eyes with him.
It has become one of their usual routines, to gaze at each other and read each other's eyes in a way that they can only understand. Seemingly they can communicate with their eyes now and each of them loves locking eyes with the beautiful and unique pair across his.

Lowell's black hair hangs over his temple and slightly covering his eyes as usual.
But his bright blue iris brightens over his hair and that drives Jordan insane, Lowell is such a perfect being and no man can match up with that, he is a splendid pretty boy, he has the beauty of a girl and he rocks the look to the core and Jordan can't deny those facts at all.

Lowell squints his small, lazy cat eyes raising his brow at Jordan.
Lowell: Is there something on my face redhead?
Jordan: Nope, I am just trying to imagine how you would look if you had your hair up.
Lowell: No it wouldn't suit me at all, I would look like a clown Jordan.
Jordan: I think it would suit you just fine... Let me have a look.
Lowell: Wha-..wait-..

Jordan pulls Lowell's chair closer to his without a warning and Lowell gasps at that.
Lowell: Wh-..
Jordan: Shhhh, just wait..

Jordan leans closer to his face and gently pushes Lowell's hair back getting the clear view that he wants, the view of his supple face and his beautiful features. Artists would be so obsessed with this face even with his strong body as well, he is just blessed with everything and everyone must be so envious of him.

Jordan trails his smooth and long fingers through Lowell's thick and silky dark hair, brushing it backwards until none could touch Lowell's face again. Not even one strand is left to cover his small cross tattoo inked right above his temple and he has these beautiful lazy eyes with a brightened blue iris softly staring back at the smirking Jordan.
It goes silent for a moment between them and Lowell closely watches Jordan as he can feel Jordan's hands gently stroking all of his hair backwards causing him to feel a tingling sensation wavering all over his body almost like a shiver but it tickles his insides.
And not to mention that Jordan has this mesmerized look on his face, close locked with his face and there is no air between them.
No one has ever looked at Lowell the way that Jordan is looking at him right now. It is not a look of envy or jealousy but it is a look of admiration something quite confusing for this moment and it seems like Jordan is somehow silently complimenting Lowell's beauty, something that he usually does when locking eyes with him and now it is just way too obvious.

Lowell watches Jordan's hazel eyes as they are slowly wandering all over his face almost like he is slowly taking note of every feature on him, memorizing each and every detail of Lowell's smooth face and trying so hard to keep it instilled in his memories, it is so-... comforting?

Jordan side smiles eventually looking back at Lowell's eyes and he flashes out his pointy tooth at the curve of his mouth as he side smiles at Lowell.

Jordan: You are more like a cherub than a clown freak head.

Lowell suddenly feels his cheeks burning up and not to mention the sudden goosebumps and shivering sensation that he is feeling inside him.
He low key blushes and Jordan smiles at him.

Jordan: You are such a perfection Lowell, don't hide yourself away from the world to see how handsome you are.
He pouts his full lips letting go of Lowell's hair and Lowell sighs snapping back to reality.
But he can't get over what he is feeling right now, it is so weirdly satisfying.

Jordan (Messes Lowell's hair): Now back to being a freak head.
Lowell: Fuck you slum redhead... Seriously fuck you!

Jordan chuckles sitting back up straight giving Lowell his side view as he brushes his chiseled jawline thinking.
Lowell smiles taking his turn to check him out as well.
He is a perfection himself too you know.
Too bad that he doesn't want to acknowledge that.

*Silence*

Lowell sits up straight as well to focus on the chalkboard. He clears his throat and then nudges Jordan.

Lowell: Who the hell are you and what are you doing to me?
Jordan shrugs at him.
Jordan: I don't understand, what do you mean?
Lowell: I have never let anyone touch me before, let alone getting near me. But with you it's different, I even say too many things to you and I speak so many words than I usually did with everyone else and I hate it.
Jordan: Well shouldn't you be saying much?, Or are you afraid that you might talk too much and let your tongue slip to say things that you shouldn't be saying to me?

It goes silent and Lowell looks away from Jordan's glare.
Jordan: Huh?
Lowell glares back at him defensively and then scoffs with attitude.
Lowell: Forget that I said anything it's pointless for you to understand me.
Jordan: I think you should start getting used to me buddy because I am here to stay, this is just the beginning of you overcoming all that you hate okay?
Lowell huffs brushing him off and Jordan chuckles teasing him.

Jordan: Just relax man because you and I can be really good friends you know. Just only if you would let it flow and let it happen.
Jordan turns to wink at him side smiling and Lowell rolls his eyes looking away hiding his smile.
Lowell: You are such a dick head.
Jordan chuckles at that.
Jordan: And that makes you a moron head.
Lowell: Fuck you!!
Jordan laughs looking away.
Jordan: Yeah right...fuck you too slum face.
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