Eyes talk. (BXB)

captured attention.

This chapter is not about Vinny and Zayne.
This chapter is about Cody and Preston.
Just a little peek into my next book I'll be writing about these two.
This is their first meeting after a little character introduction and a bit of their backstory.

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CODY
I'm Cody. 17 years old. I'm gay and that's the one and only reason I'm in this school.

My parents are chistians and I'm their only child.
I used to be close with my parents.
Hell i even went to church every week.
After I came out to them however and the christian camp they sent me to last summer didn't "fix me" as they called it they decided to send me here.
Really that camp was full of fags tho so I'm not really complaining.
It's funny actually.
Back to this hellhole.
They thought that me being around a bunch of "respectable" straight guys would change me and that not being around girls while hearing these other guys talk about girls all day might change my mind.
They're wrong ofcourse but i wasn't gonna refuse to go to an all boys boarding school if you know what I mean.
I know they love me tho..

I have pale skin and bright pink dyed hair.
I have dark brown eyes.
They almost look black.
I have a tongue piercing which very ironically I got done behind the church at the christian camp.
Just like the tattoo right above my hip.
It's a tattoo of a cigarette and I think it looks cool.
Anyway that's pretty much it.
I need a smoke.

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PRESTON
I'm Preston. 18 years old.
I have tanned skin and i'm pretty muscular if I do say so myself hey I will boast about it okay I have a damn good build for someone that hasn't spend a day in the gym.
I have short black hair ,grey eyes and  tattoos on my chest.
I grew up with Zayne.
He's always been there for me.
I grew up in a rough household.
My parents are struggling a lot.
My dad can't seem to hold a job and my mom works at a grocery store so we're not exactly well off.
I'm an only child.
My parents argue a lot but they love eachother.
You can see it when you look at them so even tho growing up here wasn't easy I wouldn't have it any other way.
I work at a garage to help my parents out and I have been working there since I was 15.
Anyway I guess that's all.

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PRESTON
It's been a few weeks since Zayne left to this school but we've been keeping contact and today is the day I'm visiting him.
He said something about them not letting people visit the first few weeks to get them settled in.. bullshit.
I missed this punk.
I send him a text saying I was infront of the prison gates , it really does look like a prison, Zayne wasn't lying.
He sends me his dorm room and I walk in , getting lost on the way before I finally find the dorms , this place is fucking huge.
It's a damn maze in here.
I find his room before walking in.
However Zayne isn't here.

Just some pink haired twink who turns to look at me and gives me a bored look.
Did I walk into the wrong room ?
I glance at the blunt hanging loosely between his fingers.
"Eh.. Zayne here ?" I ask.
The guy shrugs "he left like a minute ago."
He says and takes a drag from his blunt.
I take in his outfit.
Black combat boots , tight black shorts that have way too many belts on it.
Fishnet thights and a black croptop.
Bracelets covering his wrists and finally a simple thin choker.
When Zayne said rich brats this twink wasn't what I imagined.
I look at him.
He's looking at me , no.
He's glaring at me.
"Keep staring , see what happens punk." He says.
What an attitude.
Way more attitude than any girl has ever given me for looking at her.
I smirk.

He's strangely amusing in the most different way.
I take out my phone and try to call Zayne.
No awnser.
Whatever.
I send him a text saying I'm in his room.
"So.. you're like his boyfriend or something ?" I ask.
What else would he be doing in Zayne's room ?
Zayne is bi but this guy does not look like his type at all.
I know that.
Ofcourse I do he's my best friend.
The guy laughs at that "oh he wishes." He says.
Cocky. I like it.

I walk over to him and lean on the wall besides the window , I take the blunt from inbetween his lips and bring it to mine , taking a drag.
He glances at me before looking out of the window.
"Preston." I introduce myself.
"Cody." He says as he takes the blunt back from me , taking one last drag before he flicks it out of the window.
Seeing him closer now I see how dark his brown eyes are.. it sure does capture your attention.
Atleast mine.
He has captured my attention without even trying.

"So how's Zayne doing ?" I ask trying to make conversation.
Cody looks at me "you his mom or something ? I'm not his babysit go ask him yourself." He says.
This time I laugh.
He really has a way with words.
He watches me , tilting his head and I don't miss the way his eyes darken in amusement and the corner of his lips quirk up.

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CODY
Preston.
Zayne's best friend.
Yeah I've done my research.
Why do you think I'm in Zayne's room on a fucking Sunday?
Me and him are barely friends.
Preston however.. yeah bitch he's the type I'll be biting my lip for in the middle of the night.
He's hot.
Let's keep it at that.
His voice is smooth yet it has a rough edge to it.
Just like his laugh.

Yeah he has me feeling some type of way if you get me.
He's taller than me.
Taller as in the top of my head barely comes above his shoulder.
He's straight tho atleast that's what my research told me.
He's had a lot of girlfriends however but I couldn't find anything else.
In the closet maybe ?

Whatever.
I have my ways to find out.

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