I'm in love with Zombie Boy

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4. Faking it while chasing it

He's a God.

He was so sexy, too sexy not to be.

So perfect, yet too perfect, why I was crushing on him wasn't a mystery. He was smart, and athletic and tall and funny, and so attractive that God made two copies. I sighed as I bit my pen, oh how I wanted to be his, instead I had to fake it... for a girl no less, urgh. I rolled my eyes and looked away from him.

Sadly, Cyndi wasn't in this class with me and I was trapped here with the charming Mike Hearse and no one to help me talk if I got nervous.

The door opened and I glanced over to see the guard come in and whisper something to our teacher, he nodded and got up from his chair. "Everyone, I'll be right back, and I expect you all to stay quiet and remain in the classroom, okay." We didn't reply but he nodded and left behind the guard. I saw my open window and I took it.

I picked up my bag and got up from my seat, and I wasn't the only one. I walked down the aisle to Mike's desk. He was alone so there was no need for me to be elusive or anything. "Hey, Mike." He looked up at me and said nothing. "So, what's up?"

"Nothing, what do you want?" it seems as though he was so not in the mood to talk, but I was, and I wanted to walk with him.

"Umm, to talk."

"About?" gosh, he was so direct. Was it wrong to say I was kinda into this?

"Umm, about us..." I said uncertain as I trailed off. He turned to me at this point and I gulped a little in fear? Yes, it was definitely fair. "Uhh..." I scratched the back of my head and chuckled nervously, my throat suddenly going dry. He arched an eyebrow at me and my heart jumped a little. "Umm, about the deal." I said silently, not trying to make myself be heard too much. Thankfully for me all the other students migrated to the back of the class to chat and do whatever, so basically the front of the class was pretty much empty.

"Oh." It was so silent, so uncaring, so bitter, that jerk. He sighed and turned back to me. "Well, sit down." he said gesturing to the empty seat next to him. I dropped my bag down and did as told and he pulled my chair close to his and I tried ever so hard to resist the urge to blush like Cyndi whenever Rick was around. I had to ignore the heat I was feeling in my leg because he was so close that we were one more inch away from touching knees.

It didn't seem as if anyone was paying us any mind so that was good. "So, talk."

"Uhh, yeah." Okay, so what the hell do I say??? Help please! I ceased my internal meltdown and smiled at him. "I was just wondering why you asked me for this favor, when your ex isn't even around." Okay, good, that's a good way to start off. I mentally patted myself on the back as I bit back my smile.

"Oh, well because I wanted you to know in advance." I nodded but one other question still nagged at me.

"Why me though?"

"Because, you're the only gay guy that I know who's not ugly, or annoying or totally overrated. You're perfect, not too showy, not a douche or an a$$hole and you're a sweet genuine guy." Is that his way of telling me that he had no choice but me or that he saw me as perfect? I had no clue and it bugged me. "What's wrong dude?"

"I don't know how to respond to that." I said in complete honesty.

"Oh, how do you mean?" he seemed puzzled, so maybe he didn't realize what he said or he didn't understand that it didn't sit well with me.

"I mean did you pick me because I was your last resort or because I was the only one that could pull off faking it with you?" that question was so hard to ask, but I had to. Mike turned to look at me and he narrowed his gaze on me, and then stood up abruptly. He held my wrist and began dragging me out of the class room. I managed to grab my bag while I was forcefully being tugged outside the classroom, stumbling a little but thankfully catching myself.

I was so confused, I tried to ask him about where he was taking me but he just ignored me and kept walking. I roll my eyes and allow him to continue dragging me down the hall. I didn't know why I didn't feel afraid, but I just didn't. Gosh, is that the amount of blind trust I had in this guy? If so, then I hope I wasn't wrong for trusting him so easily.

He pushed through the doors of the locker rooms that led to the gym and I had the biggest question mark hanging over my head. "Why are we here?" I asked, he didn't answer. I tried to pull my arm away, but nothing, he was too strong and he was holding me very tight, so I was afraid I'd bruise if I tried to get out of his grip.

I sighed and then he bent to the last rows of lockers and pushed me up against the far wall. My back hit the wall with little force and I was happy for that. I looked up and glared at him. "Why the hell are we in here and what the freak is going on?!" I exclaimed, he swiftly ignored my questions and came up to me, I gasped and started to apologize for shouting at him then before I could see it coming he had his lips crushed against mine and I was so taken aback that it took me 3.5 seconds to actually realize that I wasn't kissing him and then I did... I just did. I kissed him back! His lips were soft and so inviting, I moaned when he grazed his teeth against my lower lip and I was floating on cloud nineteen as we kissed—and yes, nineteen, it's my gay cloud nine.

My head was swimming and butterflies fluttered inside of my belly. I never expected anything like this, I never thought and oh lord what I didn't know, was what I was missing out on. His arms came around my waist and he hugged me tight, so I wrapped my arms around his neck, one hand in his hair as the other grasped at his shirt. It was suddenly so hot in here and I was feeling lightheaded as he kissed me. His tongue asking for entrance and I allowed him, allowed him to take whatever he wanted, he grunted when I gripped a handful of his hair and I moaned into his mouth when he grounded his hips into mine.

Mike broke the kiss and I'm not ashamed to say that I whined when he did, but hot damn, you don't just kiss a guy like that then stop when it was all getting better. I panted and he did too as he rested his head against mine. "Did that answer your question?" I nodded, my mind still fuzzy as I tried to regain my senses that I seemed to have clumsily lost when the God standing before me bestowed the kiss of life and death upon my lips.

"That... was, amazing."

"Ha, you're welcome."

"Cocky much?"

"Very." he smirked as he laughed. I laughed too.

"No wonder you left her." I said smiling in acknowledgement.

"Huh?" he asked looking up at me behind hooded eyes.

"You had the hots for me, footballer." I said cheekily, he chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I did and, and I wanna kiss you again." he was bold and so much better than what I had pictured and I was thankful.

"Then come kiss me." he grinned like a fool then crowded me up against the wall, his hands pulling me closer by my hips. "I've wanted to do this for so long." he said before he took my lips again. I gasped, more from the newsflash than from his kiss, but I was so happy that he wanted me. Wait till Cyndi hears about this.
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