Guess We're Wrong

Chapter Five: Permission

“So she threatened to castrate me if you guys don’t visit at least four times a week” Heath concluded.

Dean just laughed. It had been three days since he joined their school and he felt home as hell. He hadn’t been to many schools before. Well, yeah he had... but due to his ‘job’ , he never stayed long enough to attain any sort of company. So, sitting around a cafeteria table with a guy that couldn’t shut up and another who seemed to have invisible earplugs in was really entertaining.

Only three days, but he couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed this much. He was honestly having the time of his life with these two polar opposite individuals.

Although Thorne would never admit it, Dean could see he wasn’t just ‘tolerating’ them -as he put it- anymore. He knew he was silently enjoying himself too, if the covered up smiles and tiny laughs that one would almost miss if one wasn’t paying attention was anything to go by.

Well... Dean sure hoped so. Someone with his history deserved to have a little fun now and then.  

Then there was Heath.

There were often times where Dean would return to his documents to make sure he was acquainting the correct person, and every single time he’d come to the same conclusion. Everything was there, black and white. It all led up to Heath...but something, although Dean couldn’t figure out what- exactly, didn’t add up. It didn’t fit. And that was the only thing that had Dean slightly worried.  The person described in the folders and the person talking animatedly in front of him seemed like two different people. He just didn’t get it. It didn’t make sense.

~now looky here looky here~aah what should I do~so many eager bunnies that I’d like to pursue~

“-ey yo, mistle toe.”

“We have a problem”

Dean paled. Placing his phone against his chest, he muttered an apology to Thorne and Heath before abruptly getting out of his seat and leaving the cafeteria.

Heath furrowed his eyebrows.

“What was that all about?” He asked as he stared at the now closed cafeteria doors that Dean had just exited.

Thorne shrugged, pretending not to care.

“It’s none of our business.”

Heath tisked.

“Oh, come on! You can’t honestly tell me that expression didn’t interest you in the least.” He huffed.

“What I’m more interested in is what was up with your expression a few days ago.” Thorne said, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned back against the back of his chair.

After another day of blushing like crazy every time Thorne so much as looked at him, Heath came to the conclusion that the only logical explanation there was for getting hard at that specific time, was that the pants he wore that day was just a bit too tight around the hip section, causing friction between his jeans, underwear and private area when he walked. As mentioned before, he was quite sensitive ‘down there’.

So, of course his body would react that way. It only made sense. Obviously. There was no other reason. None at all.

God, he sure hoped so.

And soon after having this epiphany, Heath realised it was stupid to blush every time a certain innocent bystander decided to rest his eyes on him. He got his thoughts together and everything went back to normal.

Well, as normal as it could get with a bisexual flirt offering to get into his pants every time the opportunity arose.

“I-honestly-have no idea what you’re talking about, Thorne. Maybe I just wasn’t feeling all that well. Why do you want to know, anyway? I thought you had this whole ‘I don’t give a shit’ aura about you.” Heath said, avoiding Thorne’s gaze.