Counting My Lucky Stars [BoyxBoy]

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Soooo..... chapter six, peoples :D Sorry if it feels like I'm rushing updates... I kinda wanna post "Let's Go Home" now o:

Starting tomorrow, one upload a day, until I get to "Let's Go Home" then that will be more like, three days + some before I post another chapter.

I couldn't find a song for this chapter, so I hope that one at the side works. It's a beautiful song by Five for Fighting called Chances give it a click :D Also, isn't Jay just freakin' adorable!? 

Read, minions, read! o:<

Chapter Sies

[Angelâs POV]

I donât know why it bothered me, but something about the seriousness in Jayâs voice last night made me wonder why he didnât want to be called his actual name. Did it have to do with people picking on him? I donât think so, because if that were the case he wouldnât be so open about his sexuality, would he?

I dressed for the morning. I hated school with a burning passion. There was nothing good about this school I was now forced to spend seven hours a day in. I didnât know anyone, and honestly didnât plan on getting to know anyone here; I was comfortable with my few friends downtown.

My mom and dad told me that I wouldnât be sharing a school with Jay because theyâve enrolled me into one of the best public schools in the district. Not only was I pissed about that for some weird reason, I was also stuck with a bunch of low life, cock sucking ass holes. The guys werenât the best at greeting new comers, but the girls had their eyes all over me, reminding me never to wear muscle shirts outside the comfort of my own neighborhood.

I havenât talked to Baby Jay for two days, and I donât know why I was anxious to talk to him again. Besides the fact that I was in shock that he was willing to kiss my best friend after declaring he was gay, when he took off his clothes in my room, I was about ready to pass out. Not that I stared at him for a long period of time, but what I did see, stayed behind my eyelids every time I closed my eyes. Ohâ€Â¦ all the things I can do to that body…

What!? No! That’s weird. Ha ha, it’s alright Angel, just pretend you don’t have a raging… tent in your pants in the middle of class. Pray that the teacher doesn’t pick you to answer the question on the board. Hope that whatever you’re feeling for this twelve-year-old-looking boy was just a simple phase.

But he doesn’t have the body of a twelve year old, now does he?

What was that!?

No, I don’t have a thing against gays, lesbians, bisexuals transsexuals, pansexuals or anything of the like; hell I considered myself indifferent. I was basically attracted to anything with something between their legs. I could get a hard on by watching girls in bikinis! But having feelings for someone that looks like he belongs in the fifth grade instead of the eleventh was awkward as hell! Even my dad thought he was David’s age.

Once again, did you see his body? There’s no way in hell you can compare I that to a twelve year old! Do you remember your body at twelve? You weren’t even that well-endowed yet-

Not helping.

“Angel Barrlin, care to come up to the board as solve this problem?” Mr. Jefferson asked, holding out a green dry-erase marker out towards me. My eyes bulged and I looked down at myself, hoping to God that I wasn’t noticeable through these jeans before getting up as walking towards the board.

So far so good, I mentally told myself. I wrote the answer on the board quickly before taking my seat again. No one seemed to notice, so I put my hands together and looked up at the sky. “Thank you sweet Baby Jesus,” I whispered to myself.