You're A Challenge (interracial boyxboy)

Chapter One

~Marcos POV~
Gaah! Im doing it again! I really need to stop doing this. Here I am in English class and I'm daydreaming about a certain somebody. I really wish I wasn't, honestly. With his gigantic height (compared to me), gorgeous brown eyes, soft looking curly black hair, nice muscles that bulge out of his tight shirt, and to top it all off his nice plump lips that I just wanna suck on. Okay that sounds wrong. Moving on...
I look to my left and see my best friend, Arianna, tapping her pen and looking bored. The incessant tapping starts to irk me so I angrily tap her arm. "Arianna!"
"What?!"
"Stop tapping your fudging pen!!"
She looks taken aback,"Who crapped in your cereal this morning... and who says fudging?"
"Your pen!"
"That doesn't even make--"
"SHUT UP!"
By now we have gained attention of the whole class even the teacher, Mrs. Robinson. She glared heavily at us, so heavy that I had to break eye contact with her. She kind of creeps me out.
"Mr. Harris and Miss Baldwin would you like to teach this class?'
"No Mrs. Robinson." Of course we replied at the same time. It happens when we get in trouble.
"Then I suggest that you stop conducting sidebars--"
Sidebars? What the heck is a sidebar? I guess that's what this class is for.
"--and let me teach my class!"
I sighed, "Yes Mrs. Robinson."
Man I swear I'm in third grade whenever I get in trouble with this woman! When class was finally over I almost ran out-- keyword "almost". Bitches think it's all gucci to walk slow as hell! "Can you crazy people walk a little faster? I got somewhere to go!" They all looked at me like I was crazy so I raised my hands in frustration and said "Fudge it!".
I pushed through all of them until I got through the door and yelled "FREEDOM!" I eventually noticed that I caught the attention of everyone in the hallway. "Yup, just a normal boy yelling "Freedom". Nothing weird about that... STOP LOOKING AT ME!"
I went to my locker and I saw Arianna waiting for me "Heeyy Ari" I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
She gave a disgusted look, "Don't do that... it's weird."
"But you love it!"
"If I loved it then I wouldn't tell you to stop doing it!"
I pouted, "Jerk."
She laughed while I opened my locker and grabbed my stuff to go home. Man I swear, teachers give us a whole lot of crap just to make our lives dificult! I should burn them at the stake! A devious grin came across my face.
"Umm... Why are you smiling like that?"
"No reason!" She looks at me with a 'what the heck' expression."
"Mmkay well, lets get going!" I start to skip to the front doors to leave school but I didn't look where I was going. My face now has a beautiful relationship with the supply closet door. I fell on my ass and I can hear Arianna cackling her ugly laugh behind me. Gasp, how dare she?! I stand up, about to tell the person who opened the door off but, when I see who it is, the words get stuck in my throat. It's him. The object of my affections. Christian Simmons.
He looks down at me, (don't blame me I'm short) while buttoning his shirt.
"Hey, you have a bump on your head... wait did I hit you with the door?"
Ugh, mental face palm. It's pretty obvious! "Oh no I just so happen to be behind the door, after you opened it, with a bump on my head, with a mad facial expression."
He smirked, "I can hear the sarcasm seeping through your words."
"Aren't you gonna apologize?"
"Oh yeah! Sorry, I hit you with the door."
I muttered "Asshole" under my breath.
"What was that?'
"Hmm? Oh nothing!" I gave him my best fake smile that I can conjour up. A second later some slut came out the closet (hehe) and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hey Chris."
I immediately saw his facial expression turned into an annoyed one, "For the last time, my name is "Christian" not "Chris"!"
"But Chris is sexier!"
"Does this look like a face that gives a fuck?" He looks at her with a straight face. "Yeah well I didn't think so!"
He looks at me and says "Gotta go--"
"Wait babe, where are you going?" He looks the girl with an annoyed expression and ignores her. I secretly laugh in my head and then notice that he's looking at me. He smirks, "Later Shorty."
I gasp, "I am NOT short! I'm just not tall!" Curse my mom for being short!