Don't Tempt Me (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Two

I’m dead.

I mean being the captain of the Basketball team had its perks, one being that I could easily take down anyone with my 6ft frame, who dared to even look at me in the wrong way. Not that anyone would, because I’m pretty likable. Well, I like to think so.

But, Jenny. No. That was a completely different story all together. Being captain of Basketball meant nothing compared to captain of the Football team, and Jesus was he huge! He could break me with just a flick of his wrist, and I am really not looking forward to it, my face is too sexy to hurt!

We were currently traveling through the school corridor outside of the cafeteria, of which he so kindly escorted me out of, with his vice like grip on the fabric of my shirt by my shoulder, careful not to touch my exposed skin. Seriously? Was I that disgusting to him? Looking up slightly to the side of his face, his jaw was clenched so tightly, to the point that it looked like it hurt. The side of his cheek was noticeably all red and blotchy, as if he had scrubbed at it vigorously, to get rid of a mark. Well, a gay guy did kiss him, it must have repulsed him.

The thought stung a little, but was soon replaced with shock as without warning he spun me around and slammed me, none to gracefully, into an oncoming locker, firmly holding me there, so that the lock was digging into the small of my back; it was uncomfortable to say the least.

His eyes locked onto mine in an intense and angry stare. “Jenny, did you bring me out here just to stare at me?” I teased, I know it wasn’t helping my situation in the slightest, but he was just too cute when he got angry!

But, I had to learn the hard way, as he brought me back and slammed me, yet again, into the lockers behind me, making me wince at the crack. “Whoa, bit violent there don’t cha think?” I retorted.

“Do I look like I fucking care, Draphco?!” His murderous glare was blatantly obvious, daring me to say another word. Ahh and I guess were on a last name basis now, and here I thought, we were finally bonding. I stared back, my eyes hiding the fear that has finally crept into my system. I don’t want to die! Is anyone out there? I looked around the now desolate corridor. Gee, thanks guys!

“Now. I want you to listen very carefully; you think you can handle that? I don’t want to be around your faggot self any more than I have to, and by that I mean never. So stop flirting with me, stop talking to me. Hell! Even stop looking at me! You make my skin crawl. You disgust me! Next time I lay eyes on you, you will regret it!” He stopped, taking in a deep breath and grabbing my chin, as he yanked me around to face him. “You got it pretty boy?!”

I gulped audibly and struggled to nod in his direction, with his thumb and forefinger digging into my face painfully.

“I said! Have you got it?!” He snarled again.

“Yes” My voice squeaked out before I could stop it. Darn it, way to keep up your masculinity Aelius! He seemed pleased with my response and roughly let me go, not before giving me one last shove and continuing on his way down the corridor.

I let out the breath I was holding watching his firm ass as he walked away, and brushed off the invisible dust from my jeans, before standing up tall. My hands snaked behind me to rest on my lower back as I arched backwards, being rewarded with hearing a satisfying crack.

This is the one thing about mine and Jenny’s relationship that I don’t like. Oh, don’t get me wrong, his words do hurt, but I’m so used to them, I can just brush them off like yesterday’s leftovers. And the pain, I can definitely live through, that is, if it is his body pressed against me, even if it is not in the nicest of ways. It still gives me that bubbling feeling in my chest. No. It’s the fact that he shows absolutely no remorse when doing either of these things. That’s what hurts.