The Future is Ours (boyxboy) [ON HOLD]

Chapter three

Hey hey SEBs! Miss me? Didn't think so. Anyways I'm sorry I had to put this story on hold but ya know. Right now Two Way Closet is basically in a jam cuz I can't update till I get 100 reads on chap 25 so... wanna help with that? lol anyways I got a spark of inspiration that should write the next few chaps of this so.. Enjoy!

Dalton's POV

'Cause he don't kiss the way I kiss

And he don't rock the way I rock

He sure don't fuck the way I fuck

'Cause you know I'm the one, number

I'm second to none

My eyes fly open from their recent sleeping state and dart around the room for my phone. I instantly know who's calling just by the ringtone. I struggle out of my wretched covers and crawl to the sounding music coming from my jeans. I lay on them placing the phone to my ear answering with my head laying on the comfy floor.

"H-hello?" I answer still half asleep.

"Gooooood morning, sleepy! Hold your keys 'cause Imma drive ya. Be there in 20, so get the fuck out of your boxers." with that, before I can say another word, he hangs up.

In a small way I'm actually kinda relieved that I didn't manage to squeeze in a word because it probably would've been lust shy filled stutters. A sexy, husky, morning Cade without me having any chance to prepare myself is nearly impossible.

I roll over on my back and stare at the ceiling for I don't know how long until I click my phone and see it's already 7:30! What the hell!? School starts at 8:00!

I struggle up tripping over fucking air, dashing to my shower and instantly jump into the non-heated water.

"Fuck!" I involuntarily scream feeling the freezing water hit my skin.

I quickly scrub my hair and my body, slipping out in 2 minutes, flat.

I shoved all of my school shit into my bag and struggled to throw on my t-shirt and a fitting pair of jeans. I hear a loud horn from outside my window and I shoved my Nikes on my feet with even quicker speed.

"Hurry up, fucker!" he yells from the drive way.

I run into my mother's room down the hall and I see her getting ready for work. She's a marriage counselor so everyday she dresses stunningly beautiful in either pantsuits or pencil skirts. Her face painted to perfection.

"Bye mom, love you." I plant a huge smack of my lips onto her cheek and sprint down the stairs, hearing her yell an 'I love you' in return.

I struggle out the front door with only one leg in my pants and my shirt lifted up. I finish my fit, righting myself.

"Took ya long enough, man." He greets me as I slide into the passenger seat.

"Well sorry. A more than 20 minute heads up would be sufficient next time." he rolls his eyes and continues to drive.

"Your fault for waking up so late."

"Whatever man." I giggle staring out the window.

We finally arrive and the bell just rings.

"See ya in Spanish!" I yell sprinting to English.

I'm late but thank the lerd that the teacher was too! I slam into my seat and breathe a sigh of relief.

Soon after the class begins and a nasty ass female sub arrives I get a text from an unknown number. 888-2395? Sounds fake.

Hey Dalton, wanna come to my party this weekend? :)

Um... who is this? I texted back under my desk. Being sure mrs. what's-er-face wasn't paying attention.

If you come this weekend I definitely show you a good time ;p

Sorry but not interested...

Fine then I'll just go after Cade instead. He's a lot looser when he's drunk ;D

What the hell? And after that she never replied back.

The class ends and I read over the unknown number over and over still unable to recognize it. I thought about it possibly being Caitlyn, that rich chick. But she isn't exactly the invitation party type.

I get to Spanish and Cade's already there waiting for me. His dirty blond hair is still as perfect as it was this morning. I wonder how I'm even able to control myself.

"Sup, fucker?"

"Nothin much. Hey, do you recognize this number?" I hold my phone to his face so he can see the number.

"Oh yeah, the same number texted me during Algebra. It's Nicole, dude." He says pulling out his phone. "We should go. It's this Friday."

"Oh-okay.."

"lo que está mal?"

"Nah, just my uh... cabeza hurts." I say trying not to sound too obvious.

He smiles and grabs onto the back of my neck and pulls me then pushes me back and forth.

"Ah suck it up, princess. Be happy! Party Friday!"

The entire class goes by quickly, probably because the whole time I was thinking about that message. I know what she means when she says she'll go after Cade. He will hump just about anything when he's drunk. I've seen it before and it nearly killed me.

Remembering that time, I feel a tear drip down my cheek. Fuck! I wipe it away before anyone notices.

Sadly, I can't just wipe away these feelings that easily. I'm probably never going to tell him how I feel. I love him and treasure our friendship too much to be so selfish as to ruin that with my petty feelings.

"Hey Dol, it's time for lunch." I feel him nudging my arm, feeling those beautiful sparks.

I look up and see the entire class is empty. I look to him and he answers the question written in my face.

"You daydreamed through the whole class."

My mouth forms an O and we both walk to lunch, joining our usual table of other jocks.

That's one other thing that completely separates me and Cade, He's a quarter back and I'm just the kicker. If the team ever found out I was gay I would be done, gone, obliterated! Never to be seen again.

The rest of the day passes like nothing. Same with practice. When coach doesn't show, we just play flag foot ball and practice certain passes. Boring as fuck!

Though even though we barely do anything we're still required to shower. I hate the locker room showers for obvious reasons. Not getting it? Figure it out.

After holding in my massive boner from watching Cade shower, we walk out to the deserted parking lot and into his car.

"So you gonna go to that party with meh?" he plasters on one of the funniest faces I've ever seen.

His eyes wide, staring into mine, with his two front teeth biting the middle of his bottom lip.

I don't even manage to answer his question as he drives me home, I only laugh my ass off for 3minutes straight.

"Are you?!" he asks over my laughter.

I nod wiping tears from my eyes as a wave of after shock giggles hits me.

"Good." he smiles and focuses back onto the road.

We arrive at my empty house and I climb out grabbing my backpack along with me. He waves bye before flipping me off and I do the same.

Once inside my house I throw myself onto my bed, mentally exhausted.

How do I keep up this shit?