The Son of Aphrodite and Mars (Teen Gods #1) [boyxboy]

Hey peoplez!!!!!! What did you think of the first chapter? I'm excited for this next part, can't wait till you guys and gals tell me what you think about it. This chapter is dedicated to my buddy JaedeaLuminecent for being awsome and encouraging me to continue my stories. Love you!!!

Bays POV:

I woke up with the gym teacher prodding my shoulder. "It's time to leave," he stuttered and I shook Alexander awake.

"Bay!" Alex said, shooting up. He looked like he had seen a ghost, and I was worried.

"Alex class is over." To prove my point, the bell rang and Alex shot up, pulling me with him. "Alex, ow, my arm!!" I yelled, trying to pry his hand off my wrist or at least loosen his grip on it. "You're gonna pull it out of its socket!!"

"Sorry baby, I'll be gentle," Alex pouted, reaching up and carcasses my cheek. He chuckled and walked away.

"Hey jackass!!!!!" someone yelled and Alex whipped around, glaring at something behind me. I turned and saw a gorgeous boy with longish curly black hair, silver eyes and a lip ring staring at me.

"What do you want Mathew? Sad that I dumped you for someone who wasn't a perverted creep?" Alex growled, clenching his fists, ready for a fight.

"I wasn't talking to you Xander," Mathew cooed. He obviously still had feelings for Alex, I wasn't surprised. Alex was all anyone could ever want in a guy. He was protective, loving, hot, and perfect boyfriend material, though he could go without the attitude and hatred. "You," Mathew growled, facing me. "How come Xander picked you, out of all the other bastards out there, why you?!" He glared at me, the hatred clear in his eyes.

"Here we go again," I sighed. I walked over to Mathew and put both of my hands on either one of his shoulders. "Mathew," I whispered, and his eyelids drooped a little. He moaned and ran his hands down my sides. "Go firkin fuck yourself!!!!" I punched him so hard in the face that the crunch of his nose was clearly heard. I heard someone gasp and a second later, Alex was kneeling right next to Mathew.

"What the hell was that for Bay?!" Alex hissed at me and I glared down at him.

"I'm not no toy of yours mate, and I can tell you still love Mathew, so I must ask, why did you try dating me?" My attitude was as bad as Alex's but I was pissed. I didn't want to believe that Alex's heart was not mine, but another, even though I knew it was true. Alex looked bewildered and scared.

"B-Bay," he stuttered, "h-how could you say that? I wanted to date you cuz I can't help but being attracted to you, I just think that breaking Mat's nose was unnecessary." Alex was frantic which pissed me off more.

"Bullshit!" I yelled, and Alex flinched. "You where messing with me from the beginning! Oh I'm so in love with the new kid. The new kid looks so easy to get, I think I'll fuck him and leave him with a broken heart," I mocked, turning on my heals. "Damn Aphrodits," I whispered to myself as I ran. I heard Alex calling me but I didn't look back. A tear slid down my cheek and fell of my chin but I didn't stop or whip it away. My vision got blurry due to the tears and I still didn't stop. I only stopped when I could no longer hear Alex calling me or the pounding of feet behind me. I stopped when I saw a cliff up ahead, and I stopped when I couldn't stand anymore. I blinked and crumpled to my knees. I screamed as loud as I could, for the pain in my legs, the acing in my heart, and the pounding in my head.

"Bay," I heard someone say, but I covered my ears to block them out and kept screaming. I felt someone put a hand on my back and I collapsed completely, crying my eyes out. "Bay, bro let’s get you to the house," I felt the person pull me up and I suddenly felt dizzy.

"J-Jay?" I asked, my through dry and horse for the screaming.

"I got ya," I could hear the pain in his voice and I smiled.

"Sorry ya had to see that mate," I whispered, putting my arm around his shoulder and having him support my weight.

"It's ok." We walked back to the house we were renting and I slipped under the covers of my bed.

"Night J bird," I sighed, using the nickname I had given him when we were little.