Tomatoboy

Chapter One

I walked into class, suddenly loud cheers erupted in the whole room, when I entered. I knew what this was about. I made the match winning score last night in the football game of our school.

Right ok, so I was the Star-Player from our team and maybe yes I was the jock everybody took me for. And maybe yes I was an ignorant ass, as I simply sat down in my seat, ignoring everyone around me.

The bell rung, the signal that class officially started. Our teacher: Nowhere in sight. The last people started to come into class, obviously glad the teacher wasn't there, yet.

Then suddenly some boy walked through that door, small, skinny, brunette, blue eyes, an adorable look on his face. My eyes locked onto him, checking him out. When he met my gaze his face turned a bright pink.

That made his adorable face, even more adorable, which I thought hadn't been possible.

He was still standing in the door when he broke his gaze, keeping his head down, he walked to a seat in the back of class.

I decided to stand up and take the already taken seat next to him. I looked the girl into her eyes, my face showing nothing but impatience. "Stand up, I'll take this seat." I said in a strong voice.

I've learned how to get what I want, but girls give everything for even interacting with me.
Shame I'm into boys.

She stood up and made her way over to the place I was always sitting. You could see her mentally squeal. I sat down looking into the boy's eyes again.

They grew in size as his met mine again, making him unsure of what to do. His not fully worn out blush reappearing on his cheeks. I felt an urge come over me that I wanted to snuggle him...

And why should I hold back? I'm the jock, I'm the strong guy, I don't care what others think! So I just pulled him and his chair a little closer. His head shot in my direction again. A sudden "W-what a-are you d-doing?" escaping his throat. I smiled in his direction: a generous smile for once. I don't even remember when I last showed one.

All my friends are taking my last nerves, my overly loving parents kill off what's left of my personality: I have to chill at home, they have to get that!

His blush was only darkening, making it all the more obvious. He didn't push me away though, so I laid an arm behind his neck. His eyes seemed to be lost in mine. He had his arms up in a defensive matter, but they seemed to loosen up.

I pulled his body closer, shifting his head onto my shoulder. He still didn't pull back, he looked like he felt it was surreal. "Nope it's happening." I whispered, pulling him back into reality.

By now his head was completely red. His blush had spread over his eyebrows, onto his forehead. His head was still laying on my shoulder. I figured I'd just let my urge come through.

My hands moved lower, cuddling him into my chest, my head on his. All my mind could think of was that adorable red face of this shy blusher in my arms. My eyes closed shut, feeling like resting with him in my arms.

Suddenly my eyes shot open when I heard the teacher yell my name. "Tyler!" I felt empty when I realised: I was in my seat at the front, having slept before class started, without the cute boy.

My gaze roamed through class and I spotted him, where I dreamt I was before as well: at his seat in the back. His eyes locked onto mine and his face reddened, he started to blush, like he did in my dream before.

A/N: Sorry for it being that short, I might add another chapter. But in general that's it.

Credit to: glazedDwit
Also go read Broke Hope where we've gotten the idea!

Thanks for reading :D