The bell rings, signalling the end of period two. Throughout the lesson, I've been thinking about my assigned partner. He was crying in the lesson, and it kind of looked like he was jacking off beneath the desk.

Or maybe that's just an example of how corrupt my mind has become.

Anyway, I want to know why he was crying. Does he not want to pair with me? Or, is it because I didn't know who he was? The shrill squeak of his voice when he announced himself didn't exactly sound like it was laced with offence, but who knows?

Kevin knows.

Standing up from my seat, I make a beeline for the boy. He's talking with two people, Scott Malkinson and Lisa Burger. I cringe at the sight of them both; Lisa is an unfortunate ex, and Scott is so attractive now that it actually hurts to look at him. He's glaring at Kevin, awkwardly bumping his arm against the raven's.

Taking a deep breath, I march up to the three and stand before them. However, they don't seem to notice me. Stuck in a conversation, the three heatedly debate about a trivial topic I do not understand. Something about a Winchester?

"Sam is better." Scott's voice is stern, his eyes narrowed at his best friend. Kevin shares a similar look, arms folded across his chest.

"Are you blind? Dean is clearly the better one." It's strange to hear him speak without a crack in his words. His actual voice is laced with confidence, and he seems so sure that his opinion is fact while Scott's is fiction.

"Sam's fucking hair." Scott moans, reaching his hands out before him and fondling invisible hair (or it could be boobs, I'm not too sure). Kevin grimaces at the action and sound, beginning to tap his foot impatiently.

"Language." He grumbles, only to be ignored. Then, he hastily adds on his own argument. "Plus, Dean's face. Like, the whole freaking thing!"

"That's not a good argument." Scott replies, and Kevin sticks out his tongue at him. I find myself staring as the pink muscle dampens his bottom lip and wiggles in Scott's direction. No matter how hard I try, I cannot stop the blush.

God damn hormones! It's a childish gesture, Clyde! Stop sexualising something most children would do!

Oh.

My.

God.

Does that make me a pedophile?

Swiftly, I brush the thought away before I can even ponder the thought any longer. If I don't, I'll end up turning myself in to be locked up.

"I think John is the hottest!" When Lisa exclaims her opinion, both Scott and Kevin stiffen. Comically, the both turn to face her. She grins sheepishly, teeth crooked and stained yellow.

I can't believe I was dumb enough to date her! Although it was the picture I was imagining...

Before I can even react, Scott hits Lisa on the back of the head. She yelps out a protest as her glasses fly from her nose from the hit, a low yowl quickly following the sound. She drops to her knees with a thud, one hand patting down the floor in search for her eyewear while the other rubs the back of her head.

She sniffs, cheeks red.

A part of me would feel bad... if it was anyone else.

"Don't even try to say that again! John is like... one hundred years old!" Scott glares at the girl on the floor, swiftly kicking her glasses further away when she gets closer.

"And he's dead." Kevin adds with a grin. He then proceeds to marvel in glee as Lisa's jaw drops, probably at hearing a spoiler. Scott elbows the taller male, clearly offended.

"Spoilers are not cool dude."

Getting slightly impatient (although the view of two attractive boys is really great), I contemplate on interrupting the conversation. My raging bisexuality begs me to let them continue, but my mind is telling me to tell them to shut the fuck up.

Which is stronger? I have no fucking clue.

Just kidding, I lied. My mind is stronger than my dick.

"So.." I start, stretching awkwardly. Swiftly, Scott and Kevin's gazes snap to me. Scott seems unaffected by my presence, merely throwing a grin in Kevin's direction. Kevin just bites his lip, busying his hands with a loose string on his shirt. "Can I interrupt?"

"No." Lisa's speaks with a harsh tone, struggling to stand from the floor while she slips on her glasses.

The struggles of being heavy. I relate to her, but don't say it aloud because I'm better than her in every way possible.

"He wasn't asking you." Scott's tone is pointed and harsh, and Lisa hangs her head like a puppy. A rather ugly and large puppy that would probably be left in a cardboard box to freeze to death. "And you're fine to interrupt, Clyde!"

The switch in tone is so drastic it's almost creepy.

"Cool." I retract my gaze from Scott, looking at Kevin and finding his eyes. Our gaze locks, brown meeting blue and I can't help the hitch of my breath. The colour, it's breathtaking (fucking literally!). "Kevin, can we speak for a few?"

With his lip still caught between his teeth, his blue eyes wide and high cheekbones dusted pink, he squeaks. I decide to take it for a yes, and boldly reach out for the boy. I take his wrist in my hand, fingertips brushing over the soft, pale skin. Blue eyes flick from his wrist to my face, and he doesn't protest as I lead him away from his friends.

I pass Craig and Tweek (who are stood beside a boy who looks strangely like Craig fashion wise?), Token and Nicole and many more. I'm not exactly sure where I'm leading Kevin, and he's probably so confused, but I'm rolling with it.

Finally, I stop beside some lockers. It's void of any people, which technically isn't needed to have this discussion but I don't actually give a shit.

With great reluctance (I have to tell myself that I have a girlfriend and it's not considered faithful to touch attractive people and like it), I release Kevin's wrist. His arm falls to his side, limb.

"So.." I start with the word once more, slowly realising it's a new habit of mine. "I saw you crying in class. At first, yes I'm going to quote Shane Dawson, I was like 'fucking me!' but then I realised that you're probably crying because you're paired with me? Do you hate me?"

I can't stop the twinge of hurt in the words. Although I don't know Kevin personally, and I've only just been told of his existence in the school, it still hurts to think someone hates me. No one hates me! I'm not someone you can just hate!

Wait.. I think Craig hates me.

Actually, no he doesn't! It's clearly love hate and I don't care what he says.

I expect a response that's a squeak or a cracked voice, but Kevin's words are steady and light as he answers. "You like Shane Dawson?"

Oh no. I feel the lump quickly forming in my throat, and try my very best to swallow it down. I (somehow) manage to succeed. He's clearly changing the subject because he does hate me!

"You do hate me then?" Once again, I can't stop the twinge. Kevin then squeaks once more, flailing his hands hurriedly as he shakes his head.

"No! I just forgot the question at the mention of Shane!!" The flailing easily resembles jazz hands. I copy his motions, not being able to stop myself before singing (horribly off key may I add).

"And let me tell you about the sad man!" I offer the still madly waving teen a grin, and his eyes widen greatly before he returns the grin.

"Shut up and let me see your jazz hands!" I wave crazily at Kevin, who happily returns the gesture by flailing his long arms.

"That's no longer jazz hands. It's now jazz arms." The light laugh from the teen immediately wipes my mind clean of all thoughts of him hating me. We both slowly lower our hands, Kevin's smile still lingering on his adorable face.

Jeez self, think of your girlfriend! Control your urges!

It's not my fault Kevin is really attractive. It's also not my fault that I want him to fuck me. Damnit.

And to think I didn't even know he existed about ten minutes ago.

Why do hormones control me so?

It's either the unexplainable hormones or Kevin's smile that get me asking the next question, and the teen before me clearly didn't expect to hear it.

"Dude, you should totally come to the mall with Bebe and I after school. We should get closer after all, for the project." I nudge him at the last sentence, and just about stop myself from fucking winking.

The smile is still light on his lips as he flushes, nodding rapidly. Also, (because he's probably half hamster) he squeaks.

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So I don't know what I did but I did it lmao

I actually love this chapter