He's My Bestfriend (BoyxBoy)

Chapter One

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This is infuriating, just sitting in class with him and having him so close.

Every time he moves, his arm brushes against mine, sending sparks through my body. Sparks of nerves, happiness, and joy. I don't know why I'm feeling these emotions. Ashton was just Ashton, nothing more and nothing less.

My gaze lingers on him as the teacher drones on about something I could care less about.

He has this fair skin, skin so soft and smooth that it glows. The brown hair atop his head poofs slightly in the front, giving me a wondrous view of his amazing eyes. His eyes are just so blue. A startling, transforming blue that makes me breathless. His high cheekbones and straight, but adorable nose leads a path down to the pale pink plump lips. So plump, kissable. I wish I could-

"Jay" He spoke.

"Wa-What?" I ask, slowly coming out of my trance.

"Um, you were staring, man." He said, a smile gracing his lips. Lips I was only just admiring a few seconds ago.

"Oh. Sorry, man. Just caught up with my thoughts is all." I replied, looking down at my desk. A blush creeping its way onto my face as I realize I wa caught in the act of daydreaming about my best friend. Again.

As if sensing my sudden mood drop Ashton tries to cheer me up.

"Hey! Don't worry about it. How about you and I ditch football after school and go and grab some pizza?"

"Yeah, sure." I tried being casual about it, but I doubt it came off that way.

"Cool." Of course he doesn't realize this. "Hey, did you see what Britt's wearing today? Holy hot damn, man, that's all I gotta say."

I groan with an eyeroll, making everyone in class stop what they're doing and stare.

Whatever.

I don't really care right because there is not a day that goes by that Ashton doesn't mention something about Brittney fucking Clearwaters. it's always about her body and i seriously just can't take hearing it any longer. It's kind of repulsive thinking about a girls body like that.

"Dude, what?" He asks after shooting everyone in the room a charming smile to get them to look away, before swinging his gaze back around to me.

I give him a blank stare, hopefully getting my point across that he knows how much I hate the girl he practically drools over.

Annoyance and disbelief clash against his features.

"But, come on!" He exclaims. "It's true!!" He tries to justify himself.

And with that, I just turn in my seat a pretend to pay attention to whatever was going on in this history class. It's kinda funny, if you ask me, that Ashton has yet to notice my feelings for him, or my attraction. He's just so oblivious to anything. I kind of hate that.

By the end of lesson, and the bell rings, I decide it's time to end the silent treatment and just start talking to him again. After putting away all of my notebooks and pens, that were never used, into my bag, I turn around and expect to find Ashton there waiting, but he wasn't.

Hmm, strange.

Making my way outside the room, I find why Ashton was no longer waiting for me.

He has his back against the lockers, mouth locked onto the little slut known as Brittney, hands roaming all over her body.

That sight was enough for me. So, I just turned and walked away, my heart breaking just a little bit more with each step I take.