loverboys || benjey

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I walked into school as the bell rang and the hallways flooded with people.
Perfect timing.
I blended into the crowd and went searching for someone in particular. I didn't know why. Maybe it was the stupidity getting to me. I wanted to see her close up. I went and searched out Maddison. I found her opening her locker and grabbing books out for a Chem class. She seemed like a real life Regina George.
"Hello, excuse me?" I whispered.

She looked at me and scowled, "Uhm hi? Who are you."

"I'm Jorge, one of Benji's erm..friends? I just wanted to say I'm sorry for earlier..I didn't mean for that all."

She laughed, it sounded overly snarky and I cringed, getting annoyed. Why was she acting like this? I felt bad about ripping Benji away from her earlier. Then I get this?
"Like Benji would be friends with someone so faggot-like, like you. I'm sorry too honey, I think you're on something." She slammed her locker shut and started to walk away.
I wanted to hit her so badly.

"fucking bitch. you think you're the shit just because Benji wants you right now? Give it a week, he'll be onto someone less faker and more pretty. I'm sure. You're a useless toy to him."
I said and she turned around, shocked.

I flipped her off and then walked away, leaving her stumbling over her words at her locker. I wonder if she's ever been talk to like that before? Probably not, she seemed like queen bee, but I didn't care.

I went to my locker and waited for a few minutes, hoping Benji would find me. I saw him fast walking towards me and I smiled but he seemed pissed.
Shit.

He came up to me and pushed me against the locker.
I couldn't lie it was hot. But he seemed angry.
"The fuck did you say to her dude!" He basically yelled at me, and It didn't click.
Then I remembered, Maddison.

"She called me a faggot!" I said defensively, "I only said the truth."

Benji just got angrier by my answer and he raised his fist, and honestly? I thought he would punch me. "Leave her the fuck alone Jorge."

"Shut the fuck up Benji, I don't know if you're trying to threaten me or make me horny here honestly," I paused to laugh bitterly. I didn't know what was happening with me. "And I don't care about your current bimbo! What I hear is you have a new one every week, so fuck off and let me go."
I think I pushed too hard, because next thing I knew, Benji punched me.
It wasn't that hard but I felt a slightly sting and my lip bled. I had been punched before, many times. Something Benji didn't know though.

I never hit people. I didn't like to, I felt bad and I constantly regretted it. But I got angry, the feeling from earlier reoccurring.

I looked him and wiped the bit of blood from lip, I saw his face change as he let me go, apologizing over and over. I scowled, then collided my fist with his face catching him off guard. I hadn't been this angry in a long time. Benji was on the ground, and I went down too, punching him again, before he flipped us and pinned my arms to the hallway floor before I could punch him again.

By now everyone was at lunch. The halls were empty. And I couldn't help but think.
What if I kissed him?

He looked hot.

There was a interesting look in his eye, like he sort of didn't know who I was anymore, and honestly? I didn't know either. "Can I kiss you?" I asked, breathless as he still hovered over me.

"yes," He muttered quietly. I almost didn't hear him. "please."
I grabbed his hair and pulled him down, connecting our lips almost instantly. The kiss was mostly lust driven, I wanted him. More than anything.
But we we were in a school hallway, in the middle of the day, so I knew I couldn't. He bit my lip and I gasped slightly, letting him explore every part of my mouth. I breathed heavily, getting more and more horny as the seconds passed by.

Then, Benji broke the kiss off quickly and sat up, letting me go. "We shouldn't have done that. Fuck"

I sat up and sighed. Here we go.
"Whatever. Benji just go." I said to him, but he was already standing to leave. He gave me a look then started to walk off, but before he did he muttered, "I'm sorry, that never should've happened."

It stung a bit, that was the best thing to ever happen to me. But what did I expect. I leaned my back against the locker and hit my head repeatedly against it softly.
Why was I so stupid?