Kyle's POV:
A blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blahhhhhh. Could this class get any worse? Just shoot me now. When the bell rang, signalling my released, I jumped up out of my seat and rushed to the door. Obviously, I didn't complete my mission fast enough as I was stopped by the number one ass hole of the school, his little side kick, and their first choice hos.
Why is it guys and girls are always thinking they are the shit simply because they play a sport or know some people? I can tell you, their personality bites the big one and that's for sure. I am currently facing the star quarterback and his best friend since grade school. You never spot these two with out their little wh...girlfriends. The cheer captain and some girl that has been part of the dance team for like forever. She's pretty known around here. They all are. This put me in a bad situation, in case you don't understand the way schools work I thought I would point that out.
I could never understand what made him so special. He wasn't even attractive. None of them were, well of course I didn't find the girls attractive, but honestly! Who would? You'd be worlds prettier if you'd use your brain, take off all the makeup and pull your shirt up and your skirt down. I guess acting like a lady never really got you far.
I had never really bothered to learn names, I mean, why bother? I tend to call them the gang of freaks that beat the living shit out of me for years. Just until recently the head asshole here towered over me and of course he was built to kill. His body was just...wow. If only he had something better going for personality. In reality he really wasn't that attractive. Short dark brown hair that was spiked on the top, coal black eyes, and a flashy smile. Not to mention the abs, the arms, the legs, the, well the everything really. Maybe he was pretty impressive, not really my type though.
His girlfriend, the dance obsessed girl, has long red hair that comes right above her waist. She has freckles all over and a very fair skin color. Her braces tend to take away from her smile but she doesn't seem to let that bother her and obviously it hasn't bothered anyone else. Quite frankly I can't understand why if she's excepted I'm not. She's kind of tall. A little too tall for a girl if you asked me, but then again who asked me? Who ever asks me? She looks a little like a bean pole. Tall and far too skinny. Maybe she was trying for model later on. That would be good for her. I can be honest in saying I can't hate her. She never hurt me. Not like they did. She'd sit back and laugh, maybe, but she never said a word or laid an angry hand on me like they did.
The asshole's side kick was a rather short guy. He had a beiber like cut that was a fake looking strawberry-blond color. His eyes were a bright blue color, quite easy to fall in love with really. He looks like a teddy bear. So cute. So innocent. I only wish I could believe that. He was second on the list of people that should be dead in my eyes.
His girlfriend is your typical girl and, of course, the stereotypical cheer leader. She gives a horrid name girls everywhere. Bleached out blond hair that was always, and I do mean always, in a pony tail. It flopped around when she walked, talked and did anything really. She wore bright blue eye shadow at least ninety percent of the time because it "compliments" her eyes. Low cut shirts and mini skirts are her favorite things to plaster onto her body. Hookups are put above relationships and she's cheated on "side-kick" a million times. He's such a sucker.
I stared past them carefully, pretending they weren't bothering me as I blocked the door way. "Mind moving?" I spit out in a monotone, calm tone. I was surprisingly good at keeping a calm outer look while inside I'm screaming "go fuck yourself". It usually helped me in the long run even though I scowled myself for not speaking my mind.
The head asshole laughed. "I just want to know if a little rumor I heard was true is all." He smirked at me getting closer. Shit, he was intimidating. "You act like we're strangers here, fag. Don't be so uncomfortable."
"I'm fine." I lied, meeting his gaze to show I wasn't hiding anything, ever though I was. "What's this rumor? I'll gladly clear it up so the rest of the class can move from the classroom."
The head cheerleader rolled her eyes at me. "Look. We heard you made out with some freak today. True, untrue?"
"True."
They all began laughing.
"Knew you were a fag!" The side kick chuckled. "Knew all along!"
"You didn't let me finish." I smirked at him.
They stopped laughing.
"Continue." Side kick said, shooting me a look.
"It was a dare from my dear friend, Heather. Most ladies really dig guy on guy, plus who backs out of a dare? Losers. Ask her if you don't believe me." I grinned pushing them out of the way and leaving the classroom. They all looked rather stunned, probably just didn't know what to believe. That's alright. I want them confused. I took out my cellphone as I strutted away from my confronters. I sent a short text to Heather, explaining the whole thing. I could only hope my plan would go as I wanted it to.
Sage's POV:
Maybe I could just forget it. Yeah. Just forget it. Just put everything that happened behind me, but how could I do that? Aiden was going to kick my ass next time he saw me. Not to mention, I was going to be the laughing stock of the school. How did he just let me get away with kissing his girlfriend? He was going to get me back later and that was for sure. I waspanicing as I clutched the strap on my bag. It'll all be okay in the end, right? Everything was. Sad that I was starting to believe the bullshit my "friends" are feeding me.
"Hey Sage! Wait up!" I heard a voice call from behind me.
I stopped abruptly turned around to face Kyle. Not only was I facing Kyle, but I was now facing Aiden. Shit.
He was breathing heavy as he came to a stop straight in front of me, knocking kyle to the side. "So you'll stop for your stupid little fag, but I have to chase you down all day?!"
"What do you need?" I spit out, avoiding his eyes. I couldn't look at him. I could honestly say I was hurt, maybe not a lot, but still hurt none the less.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kicked you out for that. I mean, I heard it was just a stupid dare anyways..." He scratched the back of his head. "So your back in, if you want?"
I gave a quick nod. How could he go from calling Kyle a fag to apologizing that quickly?
"Oh yes, and..." He grinned, before punching me directly in the face.
I winced and covered my wounded left eye. God that guy could throw quite the punch. "What was that for?!" I whined, still holding my throbbing eye. Owww. That was completely uncalled for.
"For touching my girlfriend!"
I started cracking up. Oh yeah! That. I don't think I was the problem there. It was his little girlfriend. Meagan. Not my fault she melted in my arms. I wasn't enjoying it. I was just doing it out of anger. She on the other hand seemed to enjoy herself. Clearly her fault, not mine. I guess he had the right to hit me, though.
"Not funny man!" He laughed back giving a playful punch to my arm. This punch didn't hurt. We threw these kinds of hits at each other all the time, we always have. He grinned at me one last time before walking away. He threw over his shoulder. "See you after school!"
I brought my hand away from my eye as I faced Kyle. "How bad was it?"
"You...might want some ice." Kyle told me. He wore a sympathetic expression on his beautiful face.
"Not what I was talking about." I muttered, playing with my lip ring with my tongue.
He started cracking up. "OHHHHH!"
I gave him a moment to calm down. I hadn't realized my question had been so "funny", but whatever, at least I got to hear his absolutely adorable laughter.
"You weren't bad at all." He smiled, winking.
"You were my first...uh...guy...that I tried that out on, so..."
"You did fine." He reassured me in a calm, quiet tone.
"So, if I did it againnn..." I suggested stepping closer to him. I'd leave the idea there, no need to push it more than that.
He shook his head and took a step back. "Not here, not if you care about your reputation at all."
I nodded. "You should meet me at my place...around six? My mom's grilling steaks tonight. We can do some homework...and stuff..."
"I'll see you then!" Kyle exclaimed before turning to walk away. suddenly he turned back around. "One more thing..."
"What?"
He looked around quickly before pulling me into a tight embrace. His hands slipped from my back down to my rear end. He squeezed it firmly.
I bite my lip as I stared down at him, trying to keep in my pleasure. Damn, he really did have a thing for my ass, huh? Guess we all have our fetishes and, honestly, if this was this...I wasn't about to complain.
"Those jeans....make your ass look really, really nice..." He whispered as he released his grip and moved his hands up to my face. Pulling me down to his level he planted his lips on mine, giving me a gentle peck on the lips. "I'll see you tonight." He whispered to me before letting go and walking away.
Oh. My. God. I was stunned as I gripped the strap on my bag, knuckles white. Now all I had to do was get through the rest of the school day.