Im Stuck On You,Please Unstuck Me! BoyxBoy.(is going to be edited soon)

Chapter 3

            Kevin's Pov

I’m on my way to school and I glanced outside my car window, and see Sam's cousin
walking, what’s wrong with him? I know Sam and all her family have money, unless
this boy is from her poor side of her mother’s family. I know a few months back, Sam
missed a whole week of school, due to a death in the family, I guess her dad lost his
only brother, a car accident, drunk driver hit Sam's uncle's car.
The whole family! that had to be rough , beep beep beep, a car horn was blasting, I look around and I guessed I had spaced out at the red light, because it was green and now is turning back to red again, shit I rub my face a couple of times.
I felt a gaze on me, I turn and there he was staring at me, well more like trying to stab me with his eyes, why? I have no idea.
I need to just go on about my business, yesterday when I got home, my parents told me they decided to go visit some family while I was on spring break, and they were gonna get back on the same day I do, so for me to leave my car keys, which included house keys too.
I’m only supposed to take my suitcase, 2 credit cards, my license, and the license they didn’t know I had, my fake license said I was 24 years old.
Oh and my cell of course, thinking about my trip made me happy, just thinking of being in sunny South Padre Island, checking out good looking chicks, with nice ass’s, and big, round boobs, I shiver, calm down Kevin you don’t need a boner, in your first class..
''Yo k-man, what’s up bud?'' David said smacking me on my back.
''Not much, just thinking about our trip.'' I exclaimed with a goofy look, me and David had only two classes together, math which we both suck at it and I’m  pretty sure we are both failing, and gym, we are the best there and we have lunch on the same hour.
Right now he's going to bio and I’m on my way to history class.
Class was boring, come to think about it, am I even passing any of my classes?
when  the bell rang, as I was packing  up to go to my next class, the teacher, Mr. Turner asked me to stay behind, I reluctantly did.
''You're failing all your classes but gym, you won’t be able to play football til, you get at least B's on your report card, I advise you to use spring break to study, you only have a few weeks for college applications to be accepted at any college, or you'll stay behind and not graduate.'' Mr. Turner chided, stay in high school one more year! And be seen as a dumb loser? I mean I knew I was having problems but to not graduate, that just sucks!
I was thinking about what Mr. Turner said to me, so I wasn’t looking where I was headed, till it was too late and bumped into some one, knocking the person down to the floor, déjà vu much.
It was Sam's cousin.
''Oh for fuck sakes man, really I mean, do I really look like someone who likes to be pushed to the floor by dumb jocks? Ugh.'' did he really just call me dumb jock? I started to help him get up, but he smacked my hand away.
''What do I look like, a damsel in distress?'' He said all pissy.
I was looking at his hair, it was really nice and black, he had some muscles, not like me or David, but enough in all the right places. For some reason I wanted to look at his eyes, to see what color they were, why? I don’t know, right away I smacked that thought out of my head, what do I care what color his eyes are.
''Um can you please move out of my way, I do go to classes unlike you and twat number 1?'' I was confused, who's twat number 1? he saw my confusion on my face.
''David.'' he chided lazily.
I raised an eyebrow at him amused by his nickname.
''Who's number 2?'' I asked him I doubted there were more than one, but he surprised me, by pulling a piece of paper out of one of his notebooks, he wrote something quick on it, then folded it and handed  it to me.
''Don’t read it ‘til, I’m far from you." He suggested and took off running so he wouldn’t be late to class.
I glanced at the neatly folded paper, and bit my bottom lip while I opened it and it said in capital bold letters, YOU ARE.
Well ain't that a kick in the balls.