A Hundred Shades Of Boy ♡ [BxBxBxB]

i still hate you

It wasn't Sasha.

It was Luke.

Colby sat, stewing in his anger and desire. Why did he want the touch of a boy who made him so mad?

And Luke acted like he knew it, too. That infuriating smirk told Colby that.

"Damn, what are you thinking about? You look so concentrated." Brad came over and sat next to him.

Colby's eyes narrowed and the corner of his mouth twitched. "I'm trying to decide if I want to kiss or punch his stupid face."

Brad followed Colby's gaze to Luke. His eyes widened. "Luke?" He smacked Colby playfully on the leg. "I knew it! I knew you liked him!" He beamed, proud of himself.

Colby told him to shut up, suddenly feeling very hot.

"You definitely want to kiss him," Brad said. "You definitely have since that first day when he looked at you." Brad looked at Colby intensely, then made a shape with his hands. "Sexual tension," he said, then slashed through the imaginary shape with his hand. "Knife."

"It is not that dramatic." Colby tried to defend himself.

Brad just smirked. "Yes, you are."

"I am?" Colby repeated, insulted.

"Yes, you are. You act so childish around him, man. Just tell him you like him, tell him you want to kiss him, and you're golden. He likes you too. Trust me."

"How do you know that?" Colby demanded, trying to hide how grateful he was for Brad. The boy was really supportive, and he made a lot of sense. Colby needed that sense talked into him sometimes.

"He asks about you all the time," Brad stated. "He's almost as obvious as you are. He looks at you like he wants to fuck you into next Tuesday."

Brad used a lot of expressions Colby didn't understand. He assumed that was a good thing. He made a little embarrassed noise and looked down at his hands. "Thanks."

Brad nudged him with his elbow. "Of course, man."

Colby looked up at him. "You seem a little extra happy too. What's up with you?"

His friend's smirk returned. "I scored a date with Emily."

"Oh!" Colby nearly shoved Brad off the bench with his excited movement. "Good for you!"

Brad laughed. "Thanks. Going out for dinner tonight."

"Good for you," Colby repeated, and meant it. Brad talked his ear off about that girl. His eyes found Emily, talking to Megan across the gym. Colby cautioned, "you'd better make a good impression, or Megan's going to come after you."

"Right? Fuck."

After class in the locker rooms, Brad's eyes looked from Colby to Luke, back at Colby and then back to Luke. The two boys were just staring at each other. Unmoving.

"Alright!" Brad snapped. "Enough of this." He took Colby's shoulders and shoved him at Luke. Colby nearly tripped and Luke had to catch him to stabilize him. "You two like each other. Colby, stop being a stubborn, petty little piece of shit. Luke never did anything to you."

Luke's hands gingerly ran down Colby's arms. Colby's cheeks were literally on fire. He burned with shame.

"He wants you, Luke. Granted, in a hate-you-so-much-I-want-to-kiss-you-way, but wants you all the same. And you, well, you're so obsessed with him it's almost embarrassing. So, go on. Kiss and make up. Do... whatever it is two guys do to each other." Brad waved a dismissive hand as he walked away. He was muttering something under his breath as he went, but Colby was too busy staring at Luke's dark eyes to notice.