Deflowered in the moonlight (Boy X Boy)

Ch 2

I pull into the nearest parking spot, turn my car off and just stare for a minute. North Cross High School

"God I hate this place"

It's an average high school full of pompous ass jocks, over primped Kim Kardashian wannabies, and those who aren't even worth my time. I stare at the building thinking of 100 different reasons why I don't wanna walk into this building while being swallowed by Panic at the Disco's Ballad of Mona Lisa.

Say what you mean

tell me I'm right

and let the sun rain down on me

Give me a sign

I want to believe

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I look over and finally notice Bianca, one of the few people I appropriate the title friend too, staring at me with her caramel colored eyes giving me a look that says since I can get my but up and come here so can you.

With a large sigh I climb out my Ford Focus mentally preparing myself for the horror that is 11th grade.

"Come on bum the faster we get in here the faster you can get coffee" said Bianca with a knowing smile.

See coffee to me is crack to me and truthfully I can't fully function until I've had my first few sips of it but sadly my mom doesn't drink it causing me to have to beg my other friends to bring it for me.

Giving a slight smirk I begin my walk towards the door with Bianca at my side. As we walk through he doors I notice the conjugation of the cliques as usual. The jocks being loud for no reason arguing over who can bench the most, the "popular" girls who sit monitoring all those that pass by judging them as the go by, the nerd huddled together trying to get through without causing any disturbances. God why does high school have to be so cliché I mean seriously.

As Bianca and I make our way to my locker I am greeted by an angel holding a golden chalice out to me. That angel being my other friend being Nelly and her chalice being a piping hot cup of Starbucks coffee Heaven! With new found energy I nearly sprint to my locker to grabbing on to the cup and cuddling with it as if it were the last cup I will ever see while whispering sweet nothings to me. However, me and my precious's intimate moment was cut short by the combined giggling of Bianca, Nelly, and KC. Whenever I see my friends together I swear they are related but not their style can only be described as "modest art".

Bianca being about 5'5, with medium dark brown hair in a tight pony tail to show off her pretty caramel eyes and smile that brightens up her entire face. Due to the fact that this school decides to "enforce" our dress codes she has on a black button up on open showing her favorite Black Butler shirt with regular black pants that show off her round thighs and regular shoes.

Nelly looks similar to Bianca except she's about three inches taller and has a longer face. Her hair is in short almost marline Monroe curls that help to frame her face. She has on a white button up on and a black pencil skirt which helps to show off her track legs and a pair of oxford heels. Despite all this your eye is automatically drawn to her bright pink and blue nails which correlate to her new Marianas Trench tote.

Finally we have KC who is about 5'4 and a pretty light brown skin tone with long brown and blond hair pulled into a messy bun. She's dressed in a Merlin t-shirt with a blazer over it and in a pair of black slacks and bright white oxfords.

Still giggling KC says "should we give you a room for that or do you think you can behave yourself"

Slightly embarrassed I take my first sip and sigh as I feel the warm liquid flow down my throat making its way down.

"Now I'm ready"

"For what "asked Nelly

"Life" I reply. We all start laughing and I go ahead and open m y locker admiring the multiple pictures of the bands I love, photos of other friends, and my swim teammates.

Bianca stops the laughing and asks "you all ready for English"

As we all nod KC speaks up "Hey I gotta run I forgot I had to do some work NHS"

Once she's gone the three of us make our way to our respective classes. I stop in front of my classroom door. I can make it through the day

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Thank god the days almost over. I've now been to 6 classes each one more boring than the next, with the exception of my English class. Right now I'm in music appreciation which is a pretty kickback class all we do is listen to is music and have to take notes on how we feel about the music. Seeing as I finished my work in the first 10 min of class right now I'm staring at the storm clouds brewing, the wind whispering by the windows, and the trees being moved back and forth for some reason whenever it's raining I feel so at peace. Like nothing can bring me down and everything is right with the world.

As I look my mind begins to wonder to my dream this morning. Why do I keep dreaming of him, who is he, why is he crying, and what does Amoruccio mean.

My thoughts are cut short by the bell, I stay back taking my time packing up my things not wanting to be caught up in the traffic jam that are the hallways. I take the back way to the pool area where I spot my swim coach.

"Hey Alex, didn't you hear, practice is canceled due to the storm"

Sadness began to cover my face "coach can I please swim a little bit I'll be fine and ill even lock up afterword's. With a sigh and a small smirk the coach nods and hands me the spare key.

With eagerness I run into the locker room, change and walk myself to the pool office where I hook up my iPod to the speaker system. Picking my swim playlist the entire pool is immersed in the sounds of Ed Sheeran's Wake me up

"I should ink my skin, with your name.

And take my passport out again,

And just replace it."

I hop onto the diving block and dive into the cold water. I glide through the water and begin swimming. Ever since I was a child I always loved swimming, the tightness that hits my chest, the way the water glides over my body, how the water reflects off the water showing through on the pool floor.

When I finally come to a stop I hear the patter of rain hitting the glass windows. Guess it time to get out. As I come out the water I hear whispered voice

Alexander

Startled I turn around looking for the owner of the voice but there's no one there. With a little rush I make my way to the office, change there, lock the pool up, and make my way out the pool, out the school, out towards my car.