The boy with warmer everything (boyxboy)

Part-3

I was immediately taken aback because of what he said. Why does he want to sit with me, Was he going to rApE me or maybe he would make fun of me like everyone else, I sighed still a little bit nervous, then I looked around and noticed that none of my who-i-consider-friends are present today. 

So he wanted to sit with you because your so called friends didn't come - my conscience said mocking me again

i am tired of her, I don't even wanna reply to her, burn in ~hell~ head. Finally i put my backpack beside his and sat in my usual position, It was strange sitting with him, a good type of strange, something i have never felt before, but i felt comfortable? i think, I didn't want to run away from him like i did last day. After a few minutes i gazed at him, he was in the same position as me, head resting on the backpack, damn, he looked so adorable, I maybe have smiled because when he looked at me he did too. 

"Tell me about yourself" - he said, his arms covering half of his face, hairs falling on his one eye i couldn't help but think of a pirate, because he looked absolutely godly with sunshine falling on his face from the window. I couldn't help but grow a shade of pink, the same pink that seemed to shine on his lips.

little mama wants u to kiss him - my conscience said in what seemed like a girl-who-had-a-gay-best-friend type of scenario and i cringed.

Then i remembered he had asked me a question and he was still looking at me with a stern gaze, and i dug my face into my arms, not wanting to look into his eyes. He chuckled and ruffled my hair, fuck, i want him to do that again, plssssss, what is he doing to me...

u should answer him

"umm, there is nothing much to know about me, what do you want to know?" i tried to said gently still ecstatic about the fact he is playing with my hair, and my body is on fire, and i maybe have been getting hard, and i am getting goosebumps, my veins and arteries are probably changing the direction of how they tend to work, my body getting tense and i am feeling more comfortable than i have ever did, my arm hairs are kinda standing to bow against him if that even makes sense, but yea, nothing much :relieved:

"I wanna know u devv" - he cooed

aww is that a nickname, no one ever gave you a nickname, oof, he is so cuteeee - my conscience said.

what am i thinking, and how am i supposed to answer that, he is messing with my head, damn. and why is he sounding so cute, am i possibly falling for him, what happened to me being straight. 

"Nothing much about me, I am davian, Joined this school last year, I am doing majors in-" he cut me off. 

"No, I wanna know about the real you, what do you like? what are your hobbies? type of shit, so tell me"

"Why are you so interested?" - i may have said it a bit defensively because i saw a little frown coming on his face, and i hate that its because of me.

"Hey sorry, i didn't mean it like that, umm I don't have much likings, i am kind of a simple person, i like reading books, and umm i also like listening to music and i can't remember anything else yet so maybe thats it for now, what about you, what do you like?"

"u"

"wha-"

"nothing" - he winked.

the amount of times i have blushed  from the last day is unhealthy.

I gave him a i-don't-think-what-u-r-doing-is-right glare and stared deep into his pitch black eyes but i only blushed seeing them and he chuckled again. I officially can't with this guy. The teacher finally came and i gave all my attention to studies, to my surprise, he was also studying, after few periods of studying continuously, i was so tired that i lay my head on my backpack, a minute later, he puts his head on my neck and holds my hand and interlocks our fingers and i couldn't breathe, it felt so good, so real, so warm, the best feeling in the world, I hold his hand tighter, afraid of losing his touch and let him melt into me, his hot breath is falling on my neck, sending chilling shivers down in my body, sunlight is falling upon us and the warmth feels so good, so better, so full of life,  i turned to a deep shade of red, i want to say here forever, i felt safe, most comfortable i have ever been, he holds me more tight, interlocking our hands more tightly, caressing  my hands the way a groom does to his bride, his scent so intoxicating, further making me lean more closer to him and i only seem to melt more into his arms. i want him. i really want him. I want to care about him and i want to make him happy and do everything for him, i only thing i want from him is his touch, nothing else, its the best touch in the world, his touch is warmer than lava and i want to burn into it. that's it, he is the boy with warmer everything.