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Street Lights - 8

Date: 9/20/2016, Categories: Fiction, Gay, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: SJV2012, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

up. I tap on it and see that his picture is even there. I tap the text message icon and see that they've been texting since the Valentine's Day party. I close everything out and hand it back to him. He gives me a curious look. I shrug and cross my arms. The teacher comes in and I raise my hand. “I forgot to get my textbook, can I go get it,” I ask. The teacher nods and I get up, grab my stuff and roll out. I wasn't going to sit here and feel like shit. Not today. I go to my locker and put my bag in. I pull out some hair spray and a hot comb and head off to the boys bathroom. I need to re-straighten my hair. I'm standing here doing my hair slowly, lost in my own thoughts, reflecting upon the situation while I watch my reflection. I should have asked why he has his number and what the fuck was going on this morning. I see someone walk in and go over to the urinal. I don't say anything. After he finishes up he flushes and comes over to wash his hands. “Hey! Link, right?” The guy says to me. I look over. The gazebo kid! I feel myself blush red. “Ye-yeah! Hey! How's it going man?” I ask him, obviously excited to see him. He looks me up and down while washing his hands. “It's going. Doing your hair, I see. Is that a Con-Air classic?” he asks me, pointing to my hot comb. “Yes! It is! Whachu know about styling products?” I ask with a grin. He just stands there for a moment. I check him out. About 5-6, athletic build, off grey eyes, full pink lips.. God his lips. Slightly wavy hair ... that's been cut to look like Bruno Mars' hair. He had to be mixed. The way his black v-neck hugged every cut of his midsection and the way his stonewashed jeans hugged his thighs and legs. Even his Jordan's were sweet. “So my sister...”, he begins, breaking my thoughts, “my sister owns a little beauty shop downtown. So I know a few things.” He reaches out and runs his fingers though my hair, making me shiver. I put the hot comb down and look at him with a stupid grin on my face. “You're a cute little motherfucker. I'm Avery by the way,” He says in a dreamy tone. “Haii...” I say back. Dammit Link, get your life together man! “I have to go. Hit me up sometime,” He says. He pulls a Sharpie out of his back pocket and writes his number on the palm of my hand and leaves. Good. Lord. I turn around and look into the mirror. What the hell? I was red as a strawberry. I can't be here today. I finish my hair and head back to my locker to grab my bag. Just as I turn the corner to get to my locker, I see Brad standing there by it. “Link! Where the hell have you been,” he says in an annoyed tone, “what's going on with you?” “Nothing of interest,” I say, clenching my fist and putting it in my pocket as I approach him. “Don't lie to me man,” he says. Fuck him right now. I need to go get in the bed, like, now. “It's nothing. I have to go,” I say quickly. I dial in the code and grab my bag and phone. He slams my locker. “Look, Link, whatever it is you need to tell me,” he says, begging. “What ...