Tasting The Rainbow [boyxboy]

Tasting The Rainbow {3}

                “Where are we going again?” Clapper asked as I dragged him towards the main entrance of the school. “We have to find my marine bio partner. I have his phone. He left it in class,” I said. The phone buzzed and I sighed.

                “What?” Clapper asked curiously. “It just went off,” I said with a shrug. “Check it. Maybe he’s texting it to see where it is,” Clap suggested. I hesitated. “You do it. That’s creepy,” I said and handed Clapper the phone.

                Clapper, who didn’t give two shits towards privacy, opened the text message that the phone had just received. He shook his head. “Nah. Look.” He showed me the message.

                From: Addi

                Adam where are you?? Kelly and I are trying to find your sexy ass but we don’t see you ;(

                I shut the phone and slid it back in my pocket. “I wish we knew where he was,” I mumbled as I searched around the hall for him.

                “There!” I said and grabbed Clapper’s arm. I dragged him over to Adam, who was standing with another guy and talking casually. They stopped talking and glanced at Clapper and I when we went over there.

                “See you Adam. I’ve got to go find my girlfriend,” the other guy said, giving a short wave and walking away. Adam faced me, his incredible eyes holding that mean look they always seemed to have.

                “What?” he asked, his voice cold as ice and sexy as fuck. And fuck was pretty sexy. I awkwardly held up his cell phone. “You left this behind in class. I’ve been trying to find you to return it,” I said and handed it to him.

                “Yea, you got a message, but we opened it,” Clap said and I shot him a look. “Just to see if it was you texting off another phone to try to find this,” I said, rolling my eyes. He shrugged. “I don’t do anything bad on my phone. I don’t care if people read my messages,” he said calmly.

                “Isn’t that a girl’s shirt?” Clapper asked curiously, looking at Adam’s V-neck shirt. Adam turned those mean eyes on Clap and I mentally slapped Clapper.

                “Sorry about him. He doesn’t have a filter between his brain and his mouth. We’ll leave you alone now,” I said hastily and grabbed Clapper’s arm.

                “Thanks for the phone,” Adam mumbled and put it in his pocket. “You’re…uh…you’re welcome,” I said and pulled Clapper away before Adam could see me blushing. Shit, he was attractive. I couldn’t even help myself.

                I pulled Clapper outside of school and we began walking towards the buses. “Can you watch your mouth Clapper?!” I cried in annoyance. “Damn, Zelly’s in love! And with Adam Ace!” he said, laughing.

                “You know him?” I asked curiously and Clapper nodded. “Damn straight. You do too. We’ve heard, like, every rumor about him. How he’s a man whore, an asshole, beats the shit out of people whenever he wants to, has anger issues, alcoholic, drug addict, drug dealer, blah blah blah.”

                “Now that mention it…I DO remember all that,” I said, a little surprised. “I doubt half of it is true,” Clap said with a shrug. “I don’t see him getting fucked up all time. Doesn’t seem like the type.”

                He shrugged. “If you want to get close to him or whatever, I could help you with that. I’m friends with his sister. She’s not that bad looking.” I stared at him. “You’re friends with his sister? He has a sister?”

                Clapper nodded. “You see Zelly, when a man and a woman get really drunk, they fuck and get a baby! Sometimes it’s a chick. That chick grows up, goes to school, and meets people. All good, right?” I rolled my eyes. “You’re an ass, Clapper.”

                He shrugged again. “It happens. Anyways, yes, Adam has a sister. She’s pretty hot. Actually, more like really cute. I can’t decide. Whatever. Anyways, we’re friends. She’s just the social butterfly of the century, I guess. She’ll be friends with anyone. Almost anyone. She probably hates chinks.”

                I punched his shoulder. “Ah shut up, you racist piece of shit.” He grinned. “Me? Racist? You are one crazy chink.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance and he laughed. “Nah, Zelly. Just kidding. But yea, I’ll make you guys BFFs or whatever the fuck and you can date Adam Ace. If you marry him, can I still call you Zelly?”

                “You don’t have the clap anymore, and I still call you clapper,” I said and he pouted. “Shut the fuck up. That shit is NOT fun. I hope karma shoves it right up your ass,” he grumbled.

                Clapper, whose real name was Marco, had gotten the clap when he lost his virginity at 14. His parents had absolutely flipped shit. Clapper told me he had been scared for his life when they found out. I had called him Clapper ever since.

                “Whatever Clap. See you tomorrow,” I said as I got to my bus. “Yea, yea, yea. You asshole,” he called and I laughed as I sat down and pulled out my iPod.