A Day in the Life of Fiction (part 1)

The New Kid Can Move His Hips

I was not some protagonist in a sappy love novel or romantic manga, or the broody lead in some kind of soap opera. Just a normal high school student in his first year. I didn't ask for anything like the situation I was in at that moment.

So why me?

Benny and I stared at each other, he was so fucking close I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust. But neither of us moved, waiting for the other to say something.

But what the hell was I supposed to say? Obviously some kind of outside force was shoving me into these situations that lead up to this moment. If I left again like in the hallway, no doubt this would happen again tomorrow.

Unless I was to transfer schools, maybe my parents would hear me out with a valid argument. Benny just moved here, no way whatever force is working behind scenes could devise a way for him to follow me to a different school.

But, no matter what plan I could've devised, the fact was that I still had a certain pink haired shit sitting on my lap, right on top of the danger zone might I add, was a very real thing. This kind of situation had to be dealt with carefully.

But damn his eyes sure were pretty.

Fuck, okay, focus. Ask him to move, curtly and with a firm voice.

But what if his movements cause that to happen? While he's siting right there, what if he felt something?

Don't think about it.

Just ask him to slide off. No, that would definitely do something.

What if he just hoped of really quick?

"Jaden."

Fuuuuuuck.

"Yes?" Keep it formal. I am a professional.

"I think I'm in love with you."

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT.

I fell back onto the desk, my arms and head dangling off the sides. It really was hopeless. There it was, the confession. There was no turning back after that; a confession required an answer.

And even though I desperately wanted to reject him, I so desperately wanted to pull him closer. But, shit, I didn't even know him! Why was he doing this to me, no one ever had this kind of effect on me before. Like never ever.

But wait, if I was feeling this impossibly annoying pull to him, surely he was with me, too? Why else would he confess to someone the day he met him? Are we both being manipulated like some kind of puppet?

"Why?" I asked bluntly. Staring at the ceiling, I couldn't see his face but I bet he was making a stupidly and heart shatteringly cute confused one right then. If I looked I'd probably die.

"Why?" he repeated the question, seeming to truly think about his answer. Could he answer the question I've been asking myself all day?  "I don't know, I just do." There goes any thought of an educated answer. I snorted, despite the situation.

"I've been pushing you away as best I could, wasn't that an obvious hint?"

"But you helped me up in the hallway."

"Accident."

"You picked me up just then."

"Didn't mean to."

"Just like you didn't mean that you were rock hard that one time?"

My face reddened.

"I already told you, I didn't mean it like that. Obviously I didn't have a hard-on from fucking holding your hand."

"So then," he said in a low voice, brimming with a tone that sent yet another shiver down my spine. "What about now?"

Holy fucking shit.

I lifted myself halfway up to stare at him, trying my best to give him a death glare, despite my exponentially reddening face.

"You wouldn't."

He smirked, a look that was definitely out of the ordinary for him but strangely fitting. "Would I?"

With that, he started to slide off of my lap. I fell back onto the desk, pressing my hands to my face.

He was actually fucking doing it. And I could've easily have said no, he would've listened. All I had to say was 'don't do it'. All I had to say was 'no'.

But I egged him on.

I challenged him.

He read me like a book and I was honestly glad he did.

He continued to slide down my lap and I knew he could definitely feel how much I was enjoying this. My breath was heavy, and after a moment I heard a small moan escape his lips.

No turning back.

I shot up, meeting Benny's eyes. They were glazed over with lust as he stared into mine and from there, I let instinct take over. My hands found the top of his pants and I hooked my thumbs into a couple belt loops, sliding him back up my lap.

His face was adorably red and I was thankful that it wasn't just me blushing then. His breaths came out quicker, mine slower and heavier. Benny pressed his face into my shoulder and I leaned into his neck, planting rough kisses along his collarbone.

Eventually, we got into a steady rhythm of him sliding down and me pulling him back up. The only sound was our heavy breaths and the occasional soft moan from his pursed lips.

I wanted it to last forever but we reached a point where I could tell Benny was getting anxious.

"Look up," I said between breaths. He lifted his head from my shoulder and I leaned in, pressing my lips against his. He let out a gentle gasp and then another prized moan. I felt like I couldn't get enough of him.

I didn't exactly know what was going on anymore.

But I didn't care.

I was with Benny and I was more than fine with that now.