The Preppy and the Tramp (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 3

"We do not ask for what useful purpose the birds do sing. For song is their pleasure since they were created for singing. Similarly, we ought not to ask why the human mind troubles to fathom the secrets of heavens..."
~Johannes Kepler
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This school shower seriously feels like the nicest thing going on in my pool of sadness. It's just the right amount of pressure, I love it. My thoughts wondered to my life.

"My own pool of sadness." I muttered out loud, laughing at my own thoughts.

"I'll get lost in it." A voice behind me whispered. He's here. Again.

I turned off the water and ruffled my hair with the towel I brought, throwing it to the bench.

"We've got to stop meeting like this." He said.

"Mr. Preppy." I said smirking and turned to face him, naked. "You must enjoy seeing me naked because you always seem to be here when I'm showering."

"I'm on the swim team." He said not denying it. "And you seem to like to show off your body to me because I don't see you covering yourself with a towel. Why are you here anyway?"

"I have nothing to hide, Preppy. That's why I don't mind being, you know, naked." I said walking in front of him. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. His smell is suffocating me.

"Hm. Nothing to hide, Feral? Then why are you here at 6:45?" He asked leaning against the stall opening like always.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I said stepping closer to him, daring him, teasing. Does he look even more attractive today? Concerned look and everything.

"What do you think you're doing Feral?" He asked looking down at me. Screw him for being like 6 something and me only 5'8. It's malnutrition.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I asked looking up at him and batted my eyelashes. "Preppy, it's your move. I'm still trying to figure out exactly who you are."

He cupped my face, pulling me close to him so that his minty breath was fanning my face. So close that I could see a tiny scar underneath his eye on his perfect face.

"I'm not going to make it any easier on you. I hope you enjoy seeing me around." He said flipping us over, so I was against the stall and he was over me. Oh god. I'm going to die today, I'm going to die and go to in love heaven because this man is pulling all of my heart strings.

"I don't particularly like your company." I teased. He smirked and looked down at me, my body fought the urge to grow red.

"Downstairs says differently." He said smirking and tipped an imaginary hat. "I'll see you later, Feral. Take care of that."

Fuck him.

Fuck him so fucking much.

"I hope you like the sight." I said grabbing his wrist as he pulled away from me. "You're going to see it on top of you soon, you know you can't resist the urge for to long."

What the hell was I saying? I'm homeless! I live on the streets if I wasn't crashing with Roger for a bit! Why am I doing this?

You know why.

I do.

Mainly because regular classes are so boring, so I'm bored. Is that really a good reason to be playing this game with this stranger? Yes. Yes it is. I'm bored and I hate to be bored and my other school didn't offer any AP courses and this one does but they are so boring and easy. Mr. Preppy is just a distraction.

A very good looking distraction.

A God like distraction.

I looked down at my problem and around the empty locker room. But I could semi feel a presence around me, I have to take care of this however. And it's an empty locker room, I never did hear the door shut however.