Challenge Accepted (Boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Just so you all know this is the first draft of the story so there may be small mistakes and I will attempt to edit it (the plot will remain identical though so don't worry). I will update as regally as I can and I hope you all love Adam as much as I do. He is such a dick i love it ! (Picture of Adam on the cover) Anyway do leave a comment telling me what you think. Enjoy.

Love, a nerdy teenage girl. xxx

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My heavy eyelids heaved open. My whole body groaned at the effort as I rubbed the sleep out of my blue eyes with my knuckles. I looked around. I was not in my bedroom, nor was I in the bedroom of anyone I knew. Their was a huge oak cupboard and a similarly designed dressing table thing that gave the room a more mature feel; it did not look like a teenagers bedroom. Maybe a friend's parents? My black hoodie, black t-shirt, denim jeans and white boxers were scattered across the wooden floor. Then I remembered- Millicent Drewry's party! Now, that explained a lot. Wait, so that must mean I was naked. I glanced to my left to see the bump of a human silhouette under the covers beside me. Okay, so I had had sex last night. It was a party so that was hardly a surprise. But who with? It could be anyone, knowing me. Anyone with something vaguely attractive going for them. Guy or girl. Never really bothered. I'm Adam Larkin, sex is what I do best. Me? A player! Haha god forbid! I just like to satisfy young Adam Junior as much as possible. Do a good deed. And, I assure you, there is always a lot of doing! Oh and yes, I have named my penis after me. Its fair enough, he deserves the credit! He does most of the work! The question was; who had I pounded? Who had I fucked? Who was lucky enough to get the whole Adam Larkin experience? Guys, I'm trying to be positive here, given my heads going to explode. Thank you god for blessing me with the hangover to end all hangovers, the ultimate hangover. Son of a bitch. To be fair to god, maybe it was my fault for having over 6 shots. We all know that is my limit.

All I could see were some strands of brown hair sticking out over the covers. Dammit. I needed so see their face, just to know who I would probably be receiving flowers from tomorrow with a little note saying "Thank you for the best fuck of my life". The person rolled over slightly, head still buried under the navy duvet, as they moved they let out a soft, tired sigh. It was rather endearing really. Dammit! Why did they have to sigh in the least distinctive way, it was cute but that was all I could tell; no fucking hint on their gender or anything. The question was... did I wake them up so I could see their face and then leave or did I just sneak out before their eyes opened and they became entranced by my beauty. The trouble with leaving would be I would never know who they were! I needed to know what name to add to my list...I'm on 37 people already. 21 girls and 16 boys. Only? Shut up! Its impressive for a 17 year old. I think.

I decided to shake them awake; my curiosity had gotten the better of me. The human lump groaned at my rough contact but still didn't wake up! I gently pulled down the covers from their face. The face belonged to a guy who I think might have been in my politics class, but I wasn't quite sure. I had definitely not known he was gay though (or bi like me)- I had thought I knew most of the gays in our high school; many of them were on the list. His hair was messy and a rich brown and his nose was tiny and adorable; it crinkled up as he smiled in his sleep. Not my usual choice but definitely a reasonable conquest.

"Dude." I hissed. Nothing.

"Dude!" I said at a normal volume, voice extremely croaky like it always was when I just woke up.

He stirred and rubbed his eyes, sitting up. He blinked at me and I noticed how bright his eyes were, they were so green that they looked like a black cat's eyes. Fucking hell.

"Why the fuck did you wake me up?" He murmured, voice just as croaky. I looked down at his body to realise he was fully clothed; he probably hadn't been as drunk as me then. He probably had gotten back dressed after the mind-blowing sex.