DUDE! [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 1- Why Would You Do THAT?

Previously;

My first kiss was just taken...by a guy.

I’d always thought, or at least hoped, my first kiss would be from Heather Collins. Ya know, the hot CHICK? Not Ian Sloveck. Ya know, the bad BOY?

“Hey,” Ian takes a step forward, and winks at me. “You said you’d repay me, right? I can think of a hundred and one ways you can do that, and that kiss...” his smirk brightens, “was just one of them.”

Then, he takes his long, calloused finger and flicks my nose. Not roughly, but softly.

Twisting on his heel, he says from over his shoulder, “See ya around, Keon.”

And then...I’m left there standing with red flaming cheeks, the taste of strawberries on my lips and the smell of Old Spice invading my nose.

Uh, can anybody say, “HOLY CHEESEBURGER BALLS!!!”

Chapter 1- Why Would You Do THAT?

Keon Walden

“HOLY FRICKIN’ CHEESEBURGER BALLS!!” I scream, wincing at the pain the alcohol swab caused when it was pressed against the cut on my knee. “Do you have to rub alcohol on it?”

The school’s nurse look at me indifferently. “What? Do you want the wound to be infected? Hm? Do you?”

Frowning some, I shook my head. “Well, no,” I mumble.

“Then don’t act like a pansy.” She hmph-ed before turning around to toss the cotton swab into the trash.

Did she seriously just call me a pansy?  Uh, hello! I was NOT a pansy.  That shit just frickin’ hurt. I mean, imagine having a long gash across your knee and some nurse rubs alcohol across it like it’ll feel like Heaven on a Sunday morning.

Uh, I think not.

I cross my arms as I watch her search for a band-aid out of the cabinet. 

“So, you going to tell me how you got that cut?” she asks me from over her shoulder. She’s moving stuff around, looking for the band-aids. I hope she picks something cool. I mean, I’ve got a large hole in my jeans where the cut is, somebody will see the band-aid on it and I don’t wanna walk around with something stupid. Like Transformers. Or Batman. Wait, no, Batman is the shit, like legit he is.

I roll my eyes at her question. This damn nurse. I shot her a WTF? look at her back, before shrugging my shoulders. “I already told you, I crashed into someone’s car this morning.”

“Seriously?” When I nod my head, she tsks, and lets out a, “Aha!” as she grabs for some band-aids.  I hold my breath, and watch as she turns around holding...Dora the Explorer.

“Wait, you can’t put that on me!” I say, my face getting all scrunched up.

“Why?”

“Why? WHY? Hello!” I wave my hands frantically in the air, then motion to myself. “I’m a dude. I’d look so gay walking around with a Dora the Explorer band-aid on.”

Uh, news flash, Keon. A boy kissed you just fifteen minutes ago. You seriously can’t get any gayer than that.

And that’s when I dry heaved. 

Just the very memory of Ian’s lips pressed against mine caused a serious pain in my stomach, the want to throw up intensifying until I believed I really needed to throw up.