If I Could I Would [boyxboy]

Chapter Two

His voice sounded like a deep growl but with such a settle tonne to it. It rang through me like church bells and I wanted to hear it again.

But why? Why do I want to hear it again? Why do I even care?

After analyzing what happened to me there, I open my book and start copying the now present slide show of notes on the board.

“Umm… sorry to bug you, but where do you want me to sit?” asks Austin. “No it’s ok; uh…just sit behind Mr. Matthew” Mr. Taylor said. And that’s what he did; striding like he had nowhere better to go than his desk, right behind me. The closer he got the more nervous I got. When he walked past me I could smell him, it was like cologne from the mall that just made you weak in the knees. But why do I care? Ok, I really got to snap out of this and get some work done.

I must be sick or something. Yeah, that’s it! I’ll never eat dads cooking again; it doesn’t only taste off but makes you go crazy! He sits behind Matt, and I can see him from the corner of my eye.  He starts rummaging through his bag like he’s looking for something but I don’t know what. I hear something but just put it off as I’m hearing things, but then a hand reaches over and taps me. My heart falls to the ground. Is it him, does he think I have what he’s looking for. I turn slowly, trying to act as normal as possible, but then I see it’s only Matt. It’s hurt like I felt disappointed. Why wasn’t it him? Matt whispers “new kid needs a pencil, you got one?” I feel a nervous rush of heat fill my body as I get a pencil from my pencil case. “Here,” I say passing it to him, he nods me a thanks and I just give a small smirk. I go back to taking note but I glance back a couple times, I just want to see him…

School goes on every so slowly, I trudge through math and French and finally see the light as I go to English. My teacher Mrs. Gib is one of the best and I’m so thankful I have her! So as I stroll in after second lunch feeling good. I playfully flirted with Vienna all through lunch and today the caff had my favorite, poutine. The only thing is that I felt nothing. But I always felt nothing. Vienna is a 6 foot, blasian (black and Asian), with legs for miles, chestnut silk hair, and a slamming body from all that volley-ball.  But when she kissed me and when we flirt I feel nothing. I can tell she is hot, but she does nothing for me. And why is that?

I shake my head because all of this thinking is starting to get to me.

So I walk into class ready to end the day with a bang! But to my surprise guess who is in my class in my seat? Oh well you guessed it, Austin. I walk up to him pushing down the feeling of not wanting to bother him sleeping on my desk. But I walk up to him and tap him. “Huh,” he mumbles. “You’re in my seat,” I say as calmly as possible. He looks a bit shocked but mumbles an apology and moves to the seat beside me. I look around and see there is no other seat, because the people who use to sit there moved. My stomach starts flipping, I feel like I’m going to start shaking but I pull it together. Mrs. Gib starts her lesson but I don’t hear a thing, all I can do is think about him beside me, smell him and just feel this pull towards him. It’s like I want to be near him, I want to be closer…. I shake the thought out of my head but when I look up the whole class is looking at me. ‘Fuck’ I think. Mrs. Gib looks at me concerned, but I give her a reassuring smile that says I’m fine, so she goes on with her lesson. 

The rest of class I use all my will power to focus on what Mrs. Gib is saying and no look at him! I’m fighting a feel I don’t understand, and if I have to for one more minute I’m going to lose. Finally the last minutes of class are here, everyone is packing up to leave when Mrs. Gib calls me over to talk. I walk there loving the fact I can get away from him and his magic magnetic pull.  She ask me if I’m ok, and I just say “yeah, small head ache.” I can tell she know I’m lying but she doesn’t ask any more questions about it. Instead she tells me that I’m going to have to show the new kid the way home. I thought someone had shot me! My body went cold and in my head I started to panic. Is he a curse? Can I never get away from this Austin Chambers…….do I want to?

I ask “why me,” in the most polite way possible, so she tells me that he live only two doors down from my house and doesn’t know the bus system like I do. I suddenly regret living so far from school, who do I have to be the only one on the bus. OH GOSH, I’m the only one on the bus…..just me and…..him.

School has finally ended and I trudge to my locker with Austin not far behind me. I feel nervous being around him but him, he’s so calm and collected. He acts like nothing can faze him. So I get to my locker and opened it making sure to not look up. He was right there at the side of my locker just standing there. He tapped on the door of the locker and it made me look up. He was smiling; it was a breath taking smile. He smiled like I just told a funny joke and it make his hazel eyes sparkle in the hallway light. “I never got your name,” he says in that deep voice. “Uh…Bryce, yeah Bryce,” I say trying to figure how I forgot my name.  

This was too much, I needed to get home and sleep it off. I rushed out of school heading to the bus when I ran into Vienna and Matt waiting for me at our usual spot. There was a bench table by where my bus stopped so Vienna, Matt, And I usually sit and hang there. This time it was different, Austin was here and I didn’t want him to be. They greeted me with daps from Matt and kisses from Vienna, but then they saw Austin and looked at me. I’m not ones to really make new friends very often so new friends in our circle were very rare. Austin greeted them with a wave and sat down, “hey, I’m Austin and sorry to bug you guys but I Bryce needs to show me how to get home.” They “ahh” in realization of his presence, they asked him question and I really wished they didn’t. His voice cracked something inside of me making me feel like I was going to explode.

Finally the bus came and we got on. Saying good bye I saw Vienna wink at me, this was either just a her thing or she wanted Austin. A pang of jealousy hit me at that thought….BUT WHY? I’m starting to get scared and need to sleep. It’s defiantly sleep deprivation, it has to be….what else could it be….

We sit on the bus and I sit one seat away from him. I’m trying to keep as much distance as I can, he shifts a bit and all I can do is smell him. It’s like the sweetest acid; I want to get close to him and smell it up and personal……I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW! Something’s wrong and I need to get off, just 3 more stops and it’s over.

I put my hand on the chair that lies in between us; he does the same but just inches away. I look out the window trying to forget that he is even here, when suddenly, I feel something touching me. It sends shock waves through me, but I don’t move my hand. I turn my head slowly trying to act like nothing is happening, even though I’m freaking out! I look down to his pinky wrapped around my pinky; my heart stops. I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. I look at him trying to find a reason why he’s doing this or why I feel this way, but all he did was continue looking out the window.

I didn’t move my hand. I couldn’t move my hand. For some reason his touch felt like the most right thing. And I didn’t want to move my hand.

[hey, i told you i would be back! well this si not a day or two but i can see people are reading this so i thought i had time i would just make this! hope you like ;) vote and comment, and thank you for reading i truly appreciate it! P.S. the smut is coming soon so if you were wondering just wait it out, gotta get the back story together before i can get smutty :P]