Wanted Is Love [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 9

"Should we follow her?" I asked watching Stella dodge mini vans.

"I'm eating," Paige responded while stuffing her mouth with more chicken. I grabbed her arm and pulled her up out of her chair. She shot me a dirty look. I gave her one back. I dragged her out of the VIP section and onto the sidewalk. There was no safe way to get across, and I didn't want to walk a mile to get to the crosswalk. It was time for Paige and I to play "Dodge Car".

"Now!" I yelled.

"You are not making me run!" she shouted as I dragged her across the street. Once on the other side, she pushed me away then dusted off her dress. I looked over and saw Stella walking over to a flower shop. I slowly followed. I looked up to see the front. It read: "Leighton Flower Shoppe". Oh sweetie, no. Don't try to make it sound fancy by spelling "shop" in a weird way.

"Where are we going?" Paige groaned following me.

"Ollie!" Stella squealed. She jumped into some guys arms. Who was that?

"Who is that guy?" I asked Paige.

"I don't know. I'm rich, not psychic," she snapped. I looked over to see Stella with her arms around him and his around her, but in his right hand he was holding what looked like a switchblade.

 "Stella, watch out!" I shrieked running over and grabbing her.

"Dude, what's the problem?" Stella inquired with a stern glare.

"Wh- What's my problem? He has a switchblade in his hand! He was going to use it!" I shouted.

"Yeah, I was. For the flowers," the guy clarified. "I work here."

"Haha, you work here?" Stella laughed. "I was wondering why you were standing outside of a flower shop."

"Wait, then why do you have a switchblade?" I murmured.

"I use it to cut the flowers," he answered.

"You cut the flowers with a switchblade?" Paige chimed in.

"I cut the flowers with a switchblade," he confirmed. We were all silent for a second. This guy was a real character. I examined him. He was about 5'8, had a good build with light brown skin that was so nice it seemed airbrushed. He had hazel doe eyes and right above them he had a scar on his eyebrow. His black hair was slightly over-gelled into a swoop over the front. He was wearing a sleeveless Beatles shirt that revealed a sacred heart tattoo. He was wearing green board shorts which gave me the idea that he was one of the surfer types. His shoes were some kind of weird British brand, they were still nice though. He was actually kind of hot.

"How do you guys know each other?" I finally asked.

"Oh, we used to shoot the shit back when I was at the bad kid's school. This is Oliver Lawson," Stella introduced. "You can just call him Ollie."

"So you're a bad kid?" Paige hesitated.

"Oh, please. He's such a sweetie. He wouldn't hurt a fly," Stella kidded.

"Ha, yeah that switchblade definitely reassures me," I nervously laughed along.

"So dude, how goes it?" Stella ignored.

"Oh, you know, everybody is stupid. It's been really boring after you left," Ollie sighed.

"Ah, damn I'm sorry. Hey, you still hang out with 'One Eyed Ivy' anymore?" she laughed.

"You know a girl with one eye?" I whispered.

"Ha no," Ollie laughed. "We call her 'One Eyed Ivy' as a joke. She would always show up to school with one eye that was really red and the other perfectly white. It was like she was half-baked, which I actually don't doubt she was."