Kai
He put his hand on my thigh, slowly massaging that area of mine as the heat was radiating from his strong hand which look so soft to the touch but was rough at sight. Now I was leaning back onto the bed that we were sitting on. Whose bed was it? I don't really know to be honest.
"You want me, don't you?" Said the dark-haired male as he had his other hand under my chin, pulling me closer to him. If there's one thing I like in a person whether it's a guy or a girl, I like them being this dominant and courageous. Fuck, and his voice is like honey being burned on a toast, the sizzling of the burn is just music, although at the same time was raping my ears with such sound.
I gulped at the male as he went in closer into me, almost wanting to close the gap between us. But I stop him by putting a hand onto his chest. "But... I- I... My daddy would hear?" Dad was downstairs while mom was out for work. What? This wasn't my house. Wait, why would I say that?!
Now my hand was feeling his body. I didn't realize that I was touching him. The look in his eyes when he felt my hand on his chest was just begging me to stop holding him off from me. It was sensual and too overpowered with this 'obsession' feeling. The only thing that made it different from lust was the fabric that separates the skin of our bodies from full touching each other. God! He smells good too.
"I don't know who's your daddy is, but you're mine now,"
Fuck.
My eyes were wide and my ears were somehow blessed. Now he was pushing me down onto the bed. With one move, he leans in close and fills in the empty space that was in between us. I widen my eyes much more than more of how out of the blue this was. "Wait-,"
"BZZZZZZZZZZ!"
The piercing sound of the annoying alarm clock was seemingly on the right time to wake me up from that dream. Wait... did I want to wake up? Either way, I do feel kind of uncomfortable to be dreaming of Stan doing and saying dirty things to me. But why does it make me hot for some unknown reason? Maybe because of the way he looked, the way he looks at me that spoke hot, the way his hands just casually rested on me as he knows me so well. Or... maybe my bipolar ass was just hallucinating that he was like that. He isn't like that. Not, in reality, I reckoned.
Fine... maybe I do like him okay? Just don't shove it all up on my face. I still hate him. Wait, no, I still dislike him. He's just been imitating me a lot for the past few days since he started doing that, and now... I just don't know what to feel about it. A part of me feels giddy that he was noticing me more than I ever wanted him to in the first place but a part of me feels so fooled of how he treats me like I'm some girl.
But whatever, let's just get on with the day of yet another school... and another day seeing him...
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"No! NO! NO! I am not doing that Charlie!" The displeasure that was in my tone was evident, I know. Why? Charlie here decided that having my name being on the list for open mic show was going to be a great idea. That, my dear friend, is a no-no for me. Make that no-no-no.
Liara was sitting with us as well this time during recess at the cafeteria. Both of us started to get really close over the past few days since I helped her with her talk for the open mic. We bonded pretty fast, all it needed was some cookies, some films, and we're officially best friends. One thing that I did not get was that there's this scene in a film we watched and it involves heavily a man and another man kissing and doing stuff that was erotic. The crazy thing about it was that, yeah, I was turned on, but she! She doesn't mind at all watching that, she even squealed and giggled watching the two men getting it with each other and swallowing each other like snakes. Was she okay with it? I don't know.
"Oh come on, Kai! I had to! Mrs Hugo was killing me about how I would do well in it! I had to put your name in! Please! Kai! You have to understand me! My game is on the line here! I need to beat this dude named 'Mr Cheeze'," begged the male as he gave up eating his food, pushing it to the side with his head down low.
I turn to look at Liara who was sitting beside me. With a worried face, I can't help but just go with it. I mean... what could go wrong? Right? It's just you there on that stage and just say something.
"When is it?" I asked, making sure to have myself prepare for the event. If I am not prepared, that would be another problem.
He then faced up to look at me like that one of the emojis with glossy eyes. If he does that again, I might as well take back my intention of helping. "You would help me?" Charlie mentioned, still with the glossy eyes prominent on his face.
"Yeah, yeah. I will. Just stop with the faces, okay? And just tell me when is the event," I spoke. Liara was chuckling at our childish conversation, taking my annoyance towards Charlie as something funny. "Alright, alright," He stops, raising both of his hands in surrender. "-I think it's on... aa... well... when is it actually?" says the male as he puts a finger under his chin.
I facepalmed myself as harshly as I can to get the irritation out of my head. Liara was full-on laughing at us. Then she decided to save him. "Charlie... it's on Wednesday's night. You're hilarious," she said as she holds a hand onto her mouth to keep off the loud laughter. I shake my head at both of them, how did I even meet these two weirdos?
Then, out of nowhere, came in the guy in my dream earlier this morning to our table. He had his arm around Charlie, holding him like he was his best friend. Dude, get your hands off him. I stare at the male, he wore a leather jacket and the black jeans that accentuated the features of his face sharply. It made him look out of the magazine this time around or someone who just decided to wear what the runway models would wear. I tried so hard to not think about that dream, but looking at his face now just seems difficult to do.
"Hey man, I was wondering that you want to play another game of Dangerz with me and my mates tomorrow," asked the male to Charlie. Now, Charlie seemed to have forgotten about the open-mic thing as heard 'game'.
"Oh! I would lo-,"
"Aa, nope, he's helping me tomorrow. All Day Long," I stressed onto the words one by one while staring at Charlie that speaks 'Don't you ever go and have fun while I'm preparing for the event'. "Yeah... yeah, I forgot... that I need to help Kai tomorrow," He spoke, chuckling awkwardly. Liara was just glancing back and forth between me and Stan. The look on her face shows something.
Stan then leans in towards me, sighing. "Did imitate you wasn't enough? I supposed I need to do more than imitating then," My mouth gaped open, he admitted it. He fucking admitted that he imitates me all this time.
"You fuc-,"
"Ah, ah, ah... It's not good for a nice boy like you to swear, you know that right? Those lips should be doing something else," He licks his lips. Somehow I swear he was staring at my lips but that would be just because I think he was talking about my lips. His words just made my cheeks reddened.
Stop! I am not falling for this dude, he is insane!
Standing up, I walk away from the table, picking up the empty plastic bottle I had to throw away. "Let me take this... and throw them away," I spoke, collecting the trash both Charlie and Liara made from the leftovers. Stan was just standing there and watching me, never a word was spoken out from his lips. His lips... no... no, no, no, no, No!
"Ah... thank you, Kai," Liara said, watching me in bemuse at my sudden behaviour. I nodded, then walking away to have the trash thrown. But what I didn't realize was that Stan was following me as well. This time it wasn't a smirk that was latched on his face, it was a huge annoying smirk. See the difference?
"What do you want, Stan?" I asked the male, wanting to get over what he had in mind to say to me.
He chuckled, the sound of his voice was just the exact same one in my dream. Duh, he's the same person, Kai. "I want you,"
Wait? What? Am I hearing this clearly? My eyes were gouged out like I was being choked to death. My lips were a stuttering mess and it shows just how powerful his words are.
But then he laughed. "I'm just kidding, who would even want you?" Teasing bastard, that was harsh and mean, and just breaks my heart to hear that no even one person in this seven billion populated world ever wants me. He just likes to tease me, does he?
"Fuck you. How come you get so talkative around me anyways? It's not that I'm your friend or something. Usually, you're quiet, even with your friends," I spoke, trying to be unbothered by his remarks earlier. He came to a halt, thinking about what I said as he looks into my eyes. At this moment, I could feel the angels singing from above, how Cupid even approves of us. But that would not work if I had not felt this strong dislike towards the guy. Strike me with your best arrows Cupid, I challenge ye to a duel!
Then he smiles, a lyrical smile that seems to just put me in a daze. Oh, how I struck by Cupid... and how I failed the challenge for only just two seconds. Shame on you, Kai! His smile was far from his usual smirk, the image of a rainbow colouring the blue sky that makes them even more beautiful than it was before. To be so beautiful... how wonderful that is.
"I don't know Kai... you tell me. Because lately on my mind, there's only you. Would you believe me for real this time if I say 'I want you'?"
And at that moment, I knew I was just fucked up as fucked as I was even before I knew I was gay. Here's to being fucked.
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