A Work in Progress

Chapter Eight: Kevin's POV

"... I believe that we both can agree that friends are what we are." Hearing those wears come from MY little dork make me so f*****g angry. But there's more than just my anger. There's this feeling that I haven't felt since freshman year. Since me and Nazz hooked up that one night. 'It's lust you f*****g i***t. You're lusting for the Dork.' What? How is that even possible? Yeah he's cute but I'm not gay damnit.

"Friends? That's all I am to you huh Dork?" I drop my phone and walk over to him. I'm so damn nervous that my hands are shaking. I haven't been this nervous since my first game. I have got to get this out my system.

"Why...why what else could we possibly be Kevin?" f**k, the way he says my name when he's nervous is so f*****g sexy to me for some damn reason. There's that damn blush again. This is fun.

"Oh I can think of something that's more suitable for us." Where is all this courage coming from? I'm nervous as f**k but that blush is so damn sexy on him. I have got to see more of it.

"Why...I... What do you mean Kevin?" He's nervous alright but so am I. Those lips look so inviting. I can't deny it anymore.

"You're so damn sexy Dork. And from now on you're mine. If I see ANYBODY touching you there's gonna be a problem. Understand?" WHAT THE f**k DID I JUST SAY?!? The way he's looking at me I can tell he's just as shocked by what I said. What the f**k is going on with me? I don't know and I don't care. I want him and nobody else can have him. The look of shock and confusion in his face is priceless but the blushing is driving me insane.