My Own Neko (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The sweat poured from my face as I ran the last few yards. I crossed over the yard line, scoring us the last points we needed to win the game. Everyone ran over to me, cheering. I was the first sophomore to win the big game for the high school team. They picked me up, throwing me on a few senior's shoulders and carried me over to the coach who slapped me on the back.

"Nice job, rookie." He said to me as the rest of the boys put me back on the ground.

"Thanks coach." I flipped my Carmel brown hair out of my eyes and smiled.

Jessica ran over to me, wrapping her arms around me and placing a quick kiss on my lips. "Great job!" She smiled at me and I faked a smile back. Honestly, she was starting to annoy me. We have been dating for almost a year. I didn't even want to date her, she was a back-stabbing, dramatic little bitch. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a great guy! I just speak my mind when ever possible.

After getting congratulated and slapped a few times, we all went back to the locker room. I decided to shower since I did get a little sweaty. Most everyone had gone home by the time I got in, maybe 5 boys left. I turned on the water, extra warm. I closed my eyes and relaxed as the water trickled down my body.

I guess I was a little bit too relaxed because I didn't even notice when Michael snuck up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back against his body... that had nothing on it.

"Nice job tonight babyyyy" he cooed in my ear. I felt my face get hot as I tried to escape his grasp.

"Ng! S-stop it Mikey!" I manage to get out. He had his hands on my chest now.

"Or what?" He whispered and then softy bit my ear. That was it. I was done. I managed to turn myself around and push him away.

"What the hell is your problem!?" I scream. I turned off the water and quickly grabbed a towel. I knew I was blushing badly by now.

"Can't I congratulate you?" He shrugged with a sly smirk. I have known Michael since I was 7. He has always annoyed the shit out of me. Back then it was just stealing and hiding my toys or trapping me in his closet. Now it had turned into sexual harassment. He was always touching me and I had no clue why.

"N-no. I don't need you to tell me anything." I say stubbornly and walk over to my locker. Everyone was gone now. I started putting in the combination.

"Ouch. That hurt you know, Keegan." He was behind me now once again. I ignored him and finally got my locker open. My clothes weren't in there. All I could see was my helmet and cell phone. I heard Michael chuckle from behind. "I hope you didn't need those."

I clenched my fists. Who the hell did he think he was!?! I turned on my heels and looked him straight in the face, making sure my hazel eyes would bore into his dark blue ones. He only smiled.

"Aww! You're adorable when you're mad!" He smiled and grabbed onto me, hugging me. He still wasn't wearing anything... I was blushing all over again.

I tried pushing him away but his grip was strong. "Will you just-" I was cut off because he grabbed my chin with his index finger and thumb, lifted up my head, and kissed me. It was a soft and gentle kiss. his lips where soft and... Wait...

I scream and push him away. I shake my head and wipe my lips. "I'm not gay! Don't do things like that!" I say grumbly. "And give me my clothes back!" I growl, still feeling his lips on mine.

He sighed. "Oh I guess that kiss was payment enough." He smiled at me and walked around the corner. He comes back a few seconds later with jeans, underwear, and a shirt. He handed them to me, that sly smirk still dancing on his lips.

"T-thanks.." I say quietly. I slip on my boxers and jeans. Before putting on my shirt, I dry my hair off with the towel. I slip on my shirt and look up. Michael was gone. "Good riddance." I softy say to myself. I grab my phone out of my locker and finally slip out the locker door.

***

When I got home, I saw my mom's car in the driveway. She was home awfully early. I open the door and walk in. "I'm home!" I scream and wait for a reply.

"Oh Keegan, sweetheart!! I'm in the livingroom!" My mother squealed from around the corner. I walked in and saw her sitting on the floor like a little kid. But then I noticed what was on the floor with her.

"A kitten?" I ask, seeming unamused, but in actuality, I was ecstatic. I have always loved cats, but because of how busy my family is, we could never get one. I wanted to jump around and scream like a kid, but instead I lean up against the doorframe, staring down at it.

I heard my mom laugh nervously. "It's a boy.. What are you going to name him?" I thought for a second. I looked into the kittens small face, his big light blue eyes. He mewed at me and left his tongue sticking out slightly. He was just the CUTEST!!! I mean... its alright.

"Why do I have to name it?" I ask, finally walking over to my mom and sat next to her. The small kitten hopped over to me and I, against my will, patted it's head lovingly.

"Because he's yours..." She mumbled, a look of regret on her face. "I got him for you since you're 16 now, I guess you can take care of a cat now." She picked up the kitten and handed him to me. "Unless you want him to be nameless, I suggest you name him." She smiles.

I sighed, holding him up by the armpits in front of me. He mewls and I smile. "How about... Ren?" I ask, not really expecting an answer, but the cat mewls again and turns his head to lick my hand.

My mom pats my shoulder, standing up and heading towards the kitchen. "I think he likes you." She calls over her shoulder. I nod, beginning to like the little piece of fur I held in my hands.

I took Ren up to my room with me. I lied down on the bed, Ren still in my hands. I was beat, but this little cutie was just making me too happy to sleep. He crawled up beside my head, mewing. I looked over at him and smiled. So sweet and innocent...

I fell asleep with Ren snuggled up against my chest.

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I woke up slowly, something was touching my feet. "Ren... stop it..." I say realizing it's obviously my cat. He mewled, continuing to paw at my big toe. I sit up, shaking him off me.

I definitely am not a morning person. I look at my alarm clock. 5:56. I woke up four minutes before my alarm clock. I growl, reaching to turn it off. No point in it going off now. I feel Ren crawl into my lap and curl up. I sigh dramatically.

"Come on, Ren. Get up." I saw, holding him up like I did the previous night. He looks at me with huge blue eyes which make me smile. I pull him to my lips, kissing his forhead softly. "I have to get ready for school." I say, setting him down on my bed and getting up. He meows, but I ignore.

That was one of the things I hated about having games on Thursday; you stay up late but still have to go to school the next day. At least its the last day before a three day weekend. I throw on a shirt and jeans, getting my phone and checking my messages.

Another thing that sucks about today is my Friday breakfast with Jessica. I had to wake up early and meet her at a local diner. I hate it, but it makes her extremely happy, so I cant just say no. The text from her read, 'Can't wait 2 give u ur surprise 4 winng the game last nite!'

I grab a jacket, tossing it on as I pick up my backpack. Right as I head for the door, I feel Ren rub up against my leg. I reach down, rubbing his head. "Sorry, buddy. I'll be back later." I say and he mewls sadly.

I frown, looking at him. "I'm really sorry." I say, then realization hits. I'm talking to my cat. I growl, quickly walking out of the room. "Bye mom!" I call before heading out of the house and to my beat up truck.