Ticking clocks and clinking glasses (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 6...

Today was a friday, so i was exited to dress down. I rushed to my close and picked up a gray hoodie with a few button going down the middle, black skinny jeans, and my all-black converse. Then i grabbed my spring jacket, my bookbag, and said goodbye to my grandma.

It was homeroom, and Michael an i were sitting next to each other. Somehow, we were discussing the theory of d*ck sizes. Knowing this, it was easy to see he was a sexualy explicit person. I also noticed that when he said something sexual, it was only about guy parts. He barely ever said anything about boobs or lady parts... *Cough-cough*

"Mr. Davis?" said my english teacher.

Our homeroom teacher was name Ms. Woods. She had a British accent, and descended from Jamaica.

"Y-yes ma'am?" I gave a face of innocence to calm her rage. I often acted especially polite to her so that she wouldn't be so nasty to me. She was a very strict teacher that assigned hard work. She even gave work in homeroom, which i was supposed to be doing.

"Are you working?"

"Uhm yes." I turned back into my chair hastily and cut off the conversation i was having with Michael. But after a minute or two we started chatting again.

After a short discussion about gaming, Joshua stood up to hand Ms. Woods a paper he wrote the night before.

"Homework?" I was referring to

"Yup. I gotta keep the gpa up if i want a new 3ds." He said. For those of you who don't know, a 3ds is a hand-held gaming system.

"Heh. Same for me." I responded. As we continued talking, and i felt something. It was so strong. It made me smile. Literally. In that second. And I got caught.

"Uhhm... Are... you okay?" Michael asked. My smile collapsed and I felt a heavy blush splash onto my face.

"Oh i was just thinking about my girlfriend." I don't have a girlfriend. I wish.

"Oh..." His face fell down to a small frown. "Whats her name?" he asked. I can tell he tried to hide an emotion. Dissapointment?

"Uhh..." i panicked. I had to pick up a name fast, and make it someone he doesn't know. "V-Vanessa. Shes puerto rican." That sounds believable enough i guess.

"Do u have a picture?" The questions just kept coming.

"N-no not yet. I just met her a few weeks ago."

"Does she have tig-old-biddays?"

"... What?" that was one of the most puzzling things I've ever heard.

" If you switch the 't' and the 'b', the phrase 'big-old-tittays' becomes tig-old-biddays." It was stupid and at the same time... Cute. Shit, shit, shit. Cute? why the fuck am i funding that shit cute? What the hell is going on in my head?

Just then the bell rang and i felt like someone pulled me out of a hole. A very gay and fucked up hole.

Michael would hate me if he found out about this. I brushed off the idea and convinced myself that I'm 100% straight...

During recess i watched Michael play football. He looked really angry for some reason. Losing maybe? But as i saw his facial expression, my heart pulsated. He looked so mighty. I realized how big his pecks are, and almost caught myself staring. His arms were big too. Really strong. Arms.

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