What just happened? (boyxboy)

CH. 14

HEEYYY PEOPLE!!!! i am in a GREAT mood... dont ask cuz i have no idea why :P so here it is! THE 14th CHAPTER OF WJH!!!!  ok imma deticate this chapter to the only fan other than my cousin who has actualy given me feedback!  her name is    ..................  ^^^^^^^ up there. Anyway I hope you enjoy :P  

Also I know that this chapter might call for some slow sappy song or some shit, but Gorgeous nightmare by Escape the fate was calling out to me so thats what is going to me down at the side.

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Cato's POV

Reluctantly we pull away from each other, taking in our swollen lips and flushed cheeks. The door jiggles a few more times before I sit down and Damien runs to unlock the door.

"Why was this door locked?" Mr. Salt, asked with slight anger in his tone.

"I don't know Sir. It wasn't locked when we got here, and we sure did not lock it." Damien lied with ease.

"Strange. I will need to get the custodian to look at that later. Why are you two here so early. You Damien are normally the last one and Cato you are always here a little bit before him."

"We wanted to get seats at the back today." I said to him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh that makes sense I guess. I always see Damien glaring at those guys that sit back there everyday." he said with a little laugh.

"Yeah. That is my comfort zone. I always sat at the back at my old school." He said quietly, and the teacher nodded.

In this class he is less of a dumb ass (Behavior wise) but he is still hyper. Hes only an ass in math because the teacher is a bitch.

By this time the bell had rung and the kids started filing into the classroom. The idiots that usually hog up the back desks were bitching to the teacher about it. They would never bitch to me about it because they know full well that they would get the shit kicked out of them not only by me but by Zayne and the rest of the popular group as well as the other kids I hand out with most of the time. I am kind of surprised that they are not ripping Damien apart. Because of his social status in our school I would have thought that they would be targeting him right now. But maybe they are leaving him alone because they know we are stepbrothers and weather I hate him or not if they touch him they will be beaten.

　

　

　

"Do you wanna skip third and fourth?" Damien asked me when he was putting his binders back in his locker and retrieving his back back.

"I would love to... But wont your friends and brother be pissed at you? You haven't hung out with them since this morning." I said to him voice full of concern. "Plus it doesn't help that Trace hates me..."

"Don't worry I will text them and tell them that I am going home 'cause I am not feeling well and tell them that you are walking with me 'causeyou don't want me to get sick or something."

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Damien's POV

　

　

I flipped my hair out of my eyes and looked in the little mirror I had in the door of my locker to check my eyeliner. It was smudged a bit so I got out my extra eye pencil, and touched it up.

"Your eyes look beautiful when you use eyeliner." He whispered. I shuddered when his lips brushed my ear. Lucky the hallway was deserted, due to kids either being in the caff, or getting their lunches. I turned my head and was shocked to see his face as a mere two inches away from my own, making it take all my will power not to just lean in and ... close the distance... But I can't. I just stood there staring into his blue eyes. I could feel a blush creep across my face when his eyes flickered to my lips so fast I almost didn't catch it, then back to my eyes. "Yeah. I guess I'm up for skipping today." He said before he pulled back.