I Kissed A Boy [boyxboy]

I Kissed A Boy: Chapter Three

Chapter Three

I didn't want to see Blake. I didn't even want to hear his damn name! But if I wanted to keep my rep intact... I groaned miserably and forced myself to walk onto the sidewalk in front of the old brick building known as Jensen High School. I really wasn't looking forward to this. I just wanted to crawl under a rock and sleep all day.

I headed around to the back, around the area where all those stoners hung out. I didn't want to be caught dead there. It'd get people suspicious and not to mention, if the coach of our basketball team found out that I was around thse people, he'd also get the wrong idea....

I spotted Blake Patterson sitting on a railing, away from the rest of the stoners, who were just smoking and laughing amongst each other. Wow, I realized, trying not to laugh. Even those disgusting social losers didn't want to be around Blake. I was comforted by that thought as I walked up to him. He wasn't smoking, though. In fact, he was typing on an expensive looking laptop before slamming it shut.

"You actually made it," Blake mused, dusting off his laptop before shoving it into his bag and hopping off the railing, "I figured you'd chicken out. I was even working on the email to send out..." I twitched, growing stiff with anger. This guy was such a jerk! No wonder he didn't have any friends!

"So, enough teasing," Blake drawled, folding his arms over his chest after throwing his bag on his shoulder, "Time to get down to business. For now, just act like you normally do."

"Oh, yea? How's that?"

"A cocky douche bag."

"Listen you-"

"Go on, get the gossip on your friends. After your basketball practice, I'll be waiting to pick you up. Be sure to tell me everything you learned today.... Oh, and I still want to know more about you too." Blake added, but quietly. I frowned in annoyance, folding my arms over my chest.

"You probably already know all about me, right, you creep? You said it yourself, you know who is who in the school."

"Yea, when it comes to school, but I don't follow people home and get into their personal lives."

"You know, you're a creep. Like, for real."

"Like, OMG, my bad," Blake mocked, rolling his eyes as I scowled, "Just get a move on. I don't wanna be seen with you." I dropped my arms to my sides, fists clenching before I whirled around and stormed off. I swear to God, that guy was the biggest douche on the planet!

The rest of the day was torture. At school with a hangover, Blake Patterson mega creeping, people being obnoxious. I hated high school sometimes. I was so glad when basketball practice came around. I needed a nice long break from all the hell. Sure, it didn't help my headache when I ran around the gymnasium, dribbling the ball and listening to the coach bark out my name every so often between blowing his whistle.

"Well, shit," Devin panted at my side, jogging beside me as we were forced to run laps, "This is the worst practice ever. Coach is acting like an ultra jerk." I smirked, ignoring the sweat that ran down my face.

"I don't care. I need this kind of crap right now."

"Yea?"

"Got a lot of shit on my mind."

"Oh? Looks like your stalker only has one thing on his mind, and that's you."

"What're you talking about?"

"Dude. Over by the doors." Devin grunted, his lips tipping into an irritated frown. I followed his eyes and found Blake leaning against the doorframe of the gymnasium doors, his blue-green eyes staring at me intently. I felt stunned. The look on his face was intense, especially his eyes. They just stared at me, hardly blinking.