You're Mine (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

Marcus POV

So you know how I said I hate math because I always get stuck with bitchy teachers? Well, I still hate math and still have a shitty teacher but at least I have a sex god also named Sylis to occupy my lust gazing eyes who is by the way sitting right in front of me. I get to have the utmost honor of sitting behind a boy whose looks not only kills poor little gay boys around the world like me but he also has eyes that seem to be peering into the deep depths of your soul whenever you look into them. He could make the straightest of guys go gay from just looking at his heavenly body and those glowing emerald eyes.

Currently I was sitting in math class, if you haven't guessed that already, looking at the chalk board, an ancient teaching tool that Mr. Bitchy Pants was writing some formulas on. I know his real name isn't Mr. Bitchy Pants it's actually Mr. Holind but Mr. Holind is way to nice of a name for that dick face, Mr. Bitchy Pants fits him and his annoying personality perfectly.

We were supposed to be writing down the notes that he was writing down but I didn't see the point in doing that since, First of all I didn't have a notebook or any extra paper with me and I didn't really want to ask anyone for a piece I'm a little shy when it comes to new people sometimes except Sylis I made an exception for him. Secondly I already learned this stuff two years ago when I was in advance classes had all straight A's and I barely even put an effort towards getting A's I'm just that smart. Lastly I just really didn't want to do anything this dirt bag told me to do.

I wasn't even paying attention to anything he was saying I blocked out his voice a while ago. I really hope the other teachers wern't as bad as Mr. Bitchy over here because if they are then the only thing I will have to look forward to is becoming friends with Sylis or more, you know whatever happens happens. My mind was starting to drift of towards some really perverted thoughts at the mention of Sylis. 

I blame it on hormones.

Thinking about all the dirty things he could do to me had me squirming uncomfortably in my seat trying to hide my painful little problem that was getting bigger in my jeans. I was trying to shake away all the dirty thoughts that were swimming in my hormonal mind but I'm 17 years old so of course I'm gonna be horny aren't we all at this age. Sylis sits right in front of me so trying to remove any thoughts about him from my hormonal teenage mind is kinda hard to do. Somehow after years of pain, it was really only five minutes it just felt like years had gone by, I managed to get rid of the thoughts by thinking about that old ass lazy secretary, that did the job perfectly nothing turns a gay guy off more than imagining the face of old hags.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the annoying sound of the bell signaling the next class. Everybody grabbed their things and started to head out to their next class. I waited in my seat for a little bit so I wouldn't get run over by the rushing crowds of students.

Sitting in a seat and waiting for the crazy teen rush in the hallways to calm down is probably the best course of action when it comes to moving to your next class without dyeing first. Some people in the hallways are violent when moving to classes and then there's the meanders. The people who just wonder around, socialize or copy homework for there next class that they never started. I'm a waiter, I just wait till some people have already migrated to there classes.

Knowing I was going to be late for my next period if I didn't leave now I reluctantly got out of my chair and started to head out the door. Just as I walked out of the class room I ran smack straight into Sylis and his perfect body, it kinda felt like smacking into a wall but of course he was a sexy wall. I never thought a wall could be sexy but I thought wrong. I stumbled back a few steps about to fall until Sylis grabbed my shoulder saving me from a big embarrassment.