Candy Man (boyxboy) [✓]

3. Teenage Dream

 

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“Wh-what is It.?” I stutter, his gaze is hypnotizing and uncomfortable at the same time.

He moves in even closer and rests his forehead against mine.

“This…” he moves in closer if that’s even possible. His lips gently brush against mine and his cool breath tickles my upper lip. But he backs up suddenly and pushes something on me. I look down and it’s my bag.

“Next time I’ll just leave it there.” He coldly tells me, his eyes piercing into mine. I wanted to hide my face but I won’t give him the satisfaction to think that I am afraid of him. He turns and disappears around the corner. I stand there for a moment. Is that what he got all close to give me? A stupid bag? He’s weirder than I thought. I should ask my mom to do a little digging when I get home on him. Once my legs finally start working again and I head to Math. Of course I’m late so I should be prepared for that beast woman to yell at me. I open the door and no one seems to notice. The class is in mass disarray and Mrs. Adams is missing. I sneak into my seat and sink down.

“What’s the Matter Allen?” I hear a voice asks me but it isn’t Kevin’s. It’s Laura’s?

“Oh, um, nothing I’m just thinking.” She takes the seat in front of me. The one that belongs to Matt but he’s missing as well. Maybe he and Mrs. Adams are having sex or something…gross.

“Well, you can talk to me. Is it girl trouble?”

“Not quite.” I laugh nervously my eyes dart down to my book.

“Oh, boy trouble then.” I raise my eyes to her quickly. Her beautiful blue eyes are shining and she’s wearing an amazing smile.

“Sort of, well there is this guy and I sort of think I like him but he’s acting like a certified ass wipe. I mean he’s cute but my God he’s cocky, wears that funny thing on his head backs me up into a corner and his hair is blonde for God sakes.” I say all of it really fast, venting to the last person on earth I thought I would be. I rub my eyes as I catch my breath. She’s filing her nails…

“Were you even listening to me??” I yell at her. She looks at me then back at her nails then quickly back at me.

“Oh, yeah. You like Matt but he’s a jerk bad boy kind of guy so you don’t’ know what to do and he’s blonde and you hate blondes which means you hate me and probably call me a slut when I am not around.” She explains and goes back to filing her nails. My jaw nearly falls off its hinges as I peer at her with disbelief.

“When did I say all of that?”

“You didn’t have to; it’s all over your face. Plus, you said is ass was hot yesterday.” I feel my face heat up and I rest my head on my desk. She giggles and brings my head back up to meet her eyes.

“It’s okay to like him Allen,” she gets up and turns on her heels but looks back quickly “and for what it’s worth, I think he likes you too.” My heart skips beat. I start to stammer and she giggles again. AS if on cue Matt walks into the class, I just notice he’s wearing a Queen shirt. He comes to his seat but this time he doesn’t even look at me, not even once. Not a glance…maybe it wasn’t on purpose. Whom I kidding, he hates my guts. Laura can’t possibly be right, how would she know anyway. I wanted to not care, I really did but for some reason it’s just bugging me. It’s strange, it never happened to me before. I’ve got to get my mind off of this guy. I start to hum “Bohemian Rhapsody” and tap my feet to its beat. I love the opera part, it’s so beautiful.  Drew got me hooked on it when he played it in his car about three months ago and now it’s the most played song on my laptop and IPod.