Pretty Boy

Chapter Six

Jesse's POV

Not surprisingly Caleb was a great kisser. It's just....I couldn't get over the fact that he wasn't staright! Or at least, not completely straight. Maybe he was bi, but I don't know. I smiled softly against his lips as I felt his hand go to my waist. I pulled away a fewseconds after, staring at him. I didn't want to break the silence, but i mumbled,

"The rumors are true?" he stared at me, never leaving my eyes. I felt his hand slowly go lower, wrapping around my butt. He smiled his I'm-a-hot-player smile.

"You tell me," he whispered, leaning in again. I pulled away quickly, staring at him.

"I have a girlfriend...." I mumbled. He smirked.

"What? You're bi or something? You looked gay to me," he gigled. I furrowed my eyebrows but looked at the ground. He sighed,

"You said she was probably cheating on you; why don't you cheat back?" I glanced at him, then at the ground. This was the moment I was regretfully having day-dreams about, and I was rejecting him? I bit my lip and he put his forhead against mine.

"I don't know if she's for sure cheating...." I whispered.

"Oh, really? So you would rather feel pain than forget about it?" he asked me. I blushed at him. He smirked,

"Thats what i thought."

"You're the biggest player I know, beside Bryce Miller," I murmured. He rolled his eyes, his lips crashing against mine again. He pulled me up, his lips never leaving mine. He pushed me onto the bed, pulling away then kissing me again. Once we finally pulled away I stared up at him. He pinned my arms down, practically sitting on my chest. We locked eyes and I heard him sigh.

"Look, I know for a fact she's cheating. I saw her with Warren the other day, in the park. Of course they had no text books or anything; I saw them kiss, yadayada..." he told me.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I shouted, but he put his hand over my lips. I glaredat him and he softened, moving his hand away from my mouth. He rolled his eyes at me.

"Because I hate to see you hurt. Don't you dare ever cry." I bit my tongue, wiping away a few tears. He smirked, kissing me again and pulling me closer by the shirt collar. He pulled away slowly and I looked down at the ground.

"What's wrong now?" I glanced up at him,

"Nothing..."

"Don't pull that bull crap about you being straight" he snarled.

"I can't help if the whole school's going to taunt me for this." I neered back. He bit his lip and my heart practically melted in my chest. I pressed my lips together and he pulled at my head, putting are noises together.

"I won't do anything unless you want me too, then," he said, slipping off the bed and onto the floor. I looked down at him, sighing and playing with the button of my blazer. I slipped it off setting it down on the floor by him. I sat down slowly near him, inches apart. He looked at me,

"Well?" Staring at the ground I told him,

"You're the biggest jerk I know, you're also the hottest most considerate jerk I know."

"You've got that right," he smirked.