His Confession (BxM)

Fifteen; Because I'm His Boyfriend. Duh.

Sooooo sorry for the late updates, I've been busy at school and my inspiration was lacking a bit with all of my issues, I hope you guys can forgive me.

I'm not gonna ask for votes cuz I don't deserve them, but I hope you enjoy the chapter! ❤️❤️

Benjamin's POV

Grayson and I were just parking in the senior section of our school's parking lot, when the first bell rang, meaning we had to get to our first period.

Grayson got out of his mustang, jogged over to the passenger side, and helped me out of his car with a kiss to my knuckles.

"Stop~, I'm gonna punch you next time you do that," I giggled, bringing my hand to my chest shyly.

"Put money on it. You wouldn't hit me. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Cause you don't want to kiss my bloody lips."

"Put money on it."

Grayson frowned disgustedly at me and then laughed. "You're cuteness covers up how gross that actually is," he said.

I smiled and we interlaced fingers after grabbing our bags. As we walked towards the school, many eyes landed on me and Grayson. Some full of awe, others full of anger and jealousy, more full of shock, and the rest were confused or neutral.

"Hey, baby B!" A familiar voice shouted. I turned to my left and saw...I think his name was Harry?

"Harry?" I questioned.

"That's me! How you doing, Beauty?" he asked me happily.

"I'm great. How are you?" I asked.

"I was good before but I'm even better now that I get to see your cute little face," he answered, slipping a finger through one of my pants' belt strips.

Grayson immediately pulled up my hand and brought my body closer to his, almost growling at Harry as he glared. "Do you need something out of Benjamin's pocket?"

Harry squinted and gave my boyfriend an "are you stupid" look before he answered, "No..."

"Then don't touch his pants. And don't call him 'baby B'," Grayson deadpanned.

"But B doesn't like his real name."

"Then just call him B, Ben, or Benny," my boyfriend said with a shrug as he rubbed my lower back. I loved it so much. He did this to wake me up this morning and...ugh. It feels so good.

"Why do you get to call him by his real name? And why do you get to touch all over him?" Harry asked as he crossed his arms.

Grayson scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Because I'm his boyfriend. Duh."

"...What? Benny doesn't have a boyfriend, he doesn't like relationships," Harry said sharply.

"...He's still my baby boy, I'm still his boyfriend...I don't...I don't know what else you want me to say," Grayson chuckled and kissed my eyebrow over my left eye before waving to Harry and taking me inside our school.

"Benny! Gay-son." Carter greeted us while we all walked to my locker.

"Hey Carter." Grayson smiled. "Shortie."

Carter glared at my boyfriend and huffed. "Benjamin, don't let him talk to me like that. I'm your best friend."

"Oh! Well, thank you for reminding me! Um...I don't know. What do you want me to say?" I questioned lazily as I dug through my locker for all of my pencils, notebooks, textbooks, etcetera.