Colors (bxb) [DISCONTINUED]

sex

"I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies."

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The bus comes to a creaking stop in front of my neighborhood, eliciting a dark yellow tinge in the corner of my vision.

Robin and I step outside, our expressions so different that it's almost scary. He's smiling, his brown eyes glinting in unidentified mischief. He's so unnerving that even his eyes, the supposed window to the soul, can sense the shit he's about to pull. In direct contrast, my frown couldn't be any deeper.

As the bus drives away, my phone suddenly vibrates against my thigh. Robin gives me a curious look as I dig inside my pocket and take out my crappy Nokia, quickly unlocking it and checking the message.

A small smile comes to my face at the name that pops up.

Justin: hey, I know you're probably busy with the project but I'm bored af lmao

My heart actually aches at the text message. If I could, I'd ditch Robin right now and head straight to his house. At least I don't have to push away my feelings over there -- as much. Besides, it's Justin; I'd blow off saving the world if it meant some alone time with him.

I fix my fingers to type a reply, but a loud ahem cuts through my attention. I look up and scowl at the owner of the noise, while Robin gives me a look that's not too different from my own.

"Who are you texting?" he asks, crossing his toned arms. It takes a lot of willpower not to stare at them. A lot.

"None of your business," I mumble, clicking my phone off and shoving it back into my pocket, just in case he gains any stupid ideas. "Let's just hurry and go to your house."

He nods, though the glint in his eyes has turned a lot more shrewd. "I think I know who you were texting."

"No, you really don't." I'm trying to keep my face impassive and my voice stable -- and it must work, because Robin eventually shrugs and turns away. Letting out a silent breath of relief, I will my legs to follow him to his house. I understand that I'm being really difficult and annoying, but it's just one of my many ways to keep people from gaining access to my heart. It's either I be a complete asshole, or I slowly let Robin under my skin.

The fact that the second option doesn't completely disgust me is worrying enough.

Our neighborhood isn't a very large one. I could walk through the entire place in five minutes. While the majority of my school lives in two-story homes and gated communities, most of the houses in this neighborhood are modestly small. It's not that we're poor, but . . . Well, when you have a single mother taking care of two teenagers, it's best to be grateful for the things that you do have, and not worry about the things that you don't.

Life lessons from Kristopher Simmons. You're welcome.

As Robin and I stroll through the neighborhood to our houses, Kloe suddenly boosts her speed to walk beside me. I glance at her, while she just yawns.

"What do you want?" I ask, not at all in the mood for whatever she's about to do or say.

She smirks, her brown hair bouncing with every step she takes. "Nothing. Just curious as to why you and Robin seem all buddy-buddy. I didn't know that you two talked."

A chill runs down my spine at her suggestive tone -- like she knows something that she's not supposed to. But then, just as quickly as the paranoia comes, it leaves. I sigh, letting the worry slide out of my body. Kloe can't know that I might be catching feelings for Robin. Hell, I don't even know what I truly feel for the idiot. I really need to stop over-thinking everything. Nobody actually suspects that I'm gay . . .