A New Year's Kiss (BoyxBoy)

3. I don't like to Overanalyse

Jay

New Years Eve 2015

I looked at my watch again. 4.10. It felt like every minute was an hour!

I know I didn't come off too well in that story, but to be fair, the kiss had thrown me. I always thought it would be kind of gross to kiss a dude, but it wasn't. I'm not saying it turned me on or anything, but it was.....well.... ok.....and that surprised me.

I'd spent the rest of the night buying drinks for Rob and Beth as an apology which left me skint for the rest of the week.

So what's changed over the last year?

Not much if I'm honest. Me and Alex are still best friends, and believe it or not, Rob is still going out with Beth. A whole year with one girl! That's insane.

I've never talked about the kiss again with Alex, after all it was only a joke, but it played on my mind a lot. I wanted to do it again. I'm not one to over analyse why. I don't care why. Curiosity maybe? And boredom. To be honest I'm getting a bit bored of going out, getting drunk and kissing girls. Maybe I was looking to mix things up a little.

And who knows what would happen once I kissed him. Would that lead to other things? I wasn't against the idea, but who knew how I'd feel afterwards.

I know that if I talked to someone about it, they would tell me not to risk my friendship with Alex, but I wasn't too concerned about that. I'm not saying that I didn't value my friendship, because I did, but I just didn't think something like this would damage it. If it didn't work out, we'd just shrug our shoulders and go back to how things were.

Was I naive to think that? Possibly, but like I said, I don't like to overanalyse. I act, then think later.

4.15

Damn!!

Let me tell you how me and Alex met. That should take up some time....

September 2011

It was my second year in highschool but my first at this school. We had recently moved house after my dad left and so I was starting a new school. And I was angry. Angry that my dad had left, angry that my mum just pretended like he had never existed, and angry that she had moved me to this god forsaken place, just to be closer to her sister who she barely ever spoke to.

I didn't want to be at this school, and I made it clear to everyone around me. I'd been here for two weeks now, and other than the teachers, no one had dared even to say hello to me. And I was glad of that.

It was lunchtime on Friday, and as usual the canteen was serving fish and chips. I usually brought my own lunch to save on money, but this was my one treat of the week. A sort of reward for getting through another week without beating the shit out of someone.

I'd got my fish and chips and was heading over to an empty table when a boy came whizzing round the corner bumping into me and sending my fish and chips flying across the room.

Now you have to understand that this was the highlight of my day. The one thing I'd actually found that I liked at the school, so I know that to you it might just be a plate of fish and chips, but to me it was my reason for being here, the only thing that was keeping me going.

So I grabbed hold of the boy by the collar and threw his back up against the canteen wall.

"You little shit" I snarled at him. I used the word 'little' as he seemed tiny compared to me.

As I looked at the boy for the first time, I noticed that he looked like he had been crying. I started to feel bad, but then the boy grinned at me. Not the friendly type of grin, but the type that's goading me to do something bad, and then he spits in my face. Yes, he spat in my fucking face!!