Swollen Heads & High School Boys

He, The Rabbit

I'm in a sour mood because some one's not-yet-boyfriend keeps intruding on me and my BFF's guy time. So because he keeps intruding, I've decided to poke fun at him whenever I find him annoying. Like right now. I didn't know that he would want to eat lunch with Eric. I'm probably being unnecessarily annoying, but I don't like that third wheel feeling.

"You've gotta impress me big guy, or I won't give my sweet emotional Eric to you," I said hugging Eric around the waist and watched as Devon's eye twitched. Bingo! Mr. Jealousy just poke his head out.

I was elbowed by Eric and held my side painfully. His nimble arms are a trap! He was way stronger than people thought. "Thank you. It's not like I really needed that rib anyway," I said sarcastically.

"I'm going out with Eric, there's no reason for me to impress you," the hermit had the gall to say. If you asked me, I didn't really like him. Devon was a past homophobe, or probably still is, just not with Eric. My judgement on people's characters are really spot on. So I knew for a fact that Devon didn't really care for me either.

"Touche. Well, I guess I won't tell you about Eric's sweet spots," I said looking at my nails in bored fashion. "Especially the ones he won't tell you about. Oh well!"

"Jamie!" Eric hissed at me flushing red. Ha! That's for elbowing me, ya shrimp.

"Wait! Which ones? and it won't count if I already know about them," Devon said in a negotiating manner. Eric shot him a glare but was still blushing.

"I'm like right here," he added waving his fork around, his hair flailing.

"I know honey. That's important because you get to deny the ones that are false and confirm the ones that are true," I teased him. Truthfully, I'm glad the both of them worked it out. I was starting to doubt my instincts for a minute there when Devon didn't return his feelings, but I didn't know they'd be this lovey-dovey.

At least, in my eyes it seemed as such.

He and Devon were mouthing off to each other but to me, it only sounded like flirting. Call me selfish, but lunch is Eric and Jamie time. Whatever time after that is theirs, as it should be. "Well boys, amma leave you two love-birds to feed each other worms."

"Huh? Where you going?" Eric asked confused.

"I have Track next," I replied. I didn't have the heart to say I was jealous at their little relationship. Which I was. It was so pure. Innocent. So cute. Made me gag a little.

As I strode out of the cafeteria, I loitered around aimless. So many people in this school. My name wasn't an unknown name. I guess my open and carefree personality made me approachable and amicable to most. Everywhere I passed was a 'Hi Jamie!' or a 'Sup James'.

The only special person I could say I held dear was Eric. He was a cute kid. If Devon didn't take him, I would've.

I usually begun warming up earlier than the rest of my teammates for obvious reasons. The guys don't feel very comfortable with me around, so I just avoided any complications from the start. I changed into my Gym uniform and headed to the track. Our school had a really huge football field that the track wrapped around. I saw the football team already starting their training, and the cheerleaders were practicing their routines.

"Nice legs Jamie!" the co-captain hollered at me as I was doing my stretches. I had my knee up to my chest, balancing on a foot, and doing the same to the other one.

"Right back at you babe," I yelled back smiling with a wave. Looking at my watch, I did other quick stretches, before leaning against the fence to wait for the other runners. Seeing as I was taking a quick break, the captain of the cheer squad ran over to where I was.

"What's up, hot stuff?" Captain Britney greeted with a bright smile.

"Finally, someone who knows how damn sexy I am," I answered going in for a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Nothing much. Waiting for the team mates."

She made a face and jutted out her hip. "Give up the track team. I want you so bad on the squad!" She had been trying so hard to get me to join the cheer team since last year. If she only knew that I don't fancy running around shouting corny rhymes.

"I can't be caged girl. I must be let loose to run wild and free," I said to her. "Like... a Moose."

"You just wait, I'll have you join the team some day," she said determinedly.

I chuckled a little at her but before I was able to answer, a voice answered for me. "He's better off working his twink-ass over there anyway."

I knew that voice could only belong to one person. I laughed harder despite myself. He keeps calling me twink, I mean really? Vincent stood there in his male glory, reminding me slightly of a gladiator. Rolling my eyes at him, I turned to Britney, "don't mind him. I'm pretty sure he just wants an excuse to see me twerk."

She giggled at my joke but stopped instantly when he glared at her. His hazel eyes shooting down anything hilarious about that sentence. "Well, I'm going to head back to the squad. One hater is enough, don't create more," she said back-handedly dissing him and ran back to her section.

"What're you laughing about?" he quipped angrily.

"At the fact that you think I have a twink's ass," I answered. "your hatership," I added with a mocking curtsy.

He scoffed as he begun doing his stretches as far away from me as possible. I, on the other, couldn't help but laugh. My instincts were correct most of the time and Vincent was one of the persons on my Gaydar. He was so openly opposed to me, but the hell if I know what his problem was.

"What a joke. You ain't got nothing to hate, apart from that face of yours."

I'm the type of person that likes to keep his hair short, so my face was very visible. I kept my eyebrows thick and neatly done. My lips were naturally pink, and I ain't afraid to use lip balm if it gets dry. Most of all, I have naturally long eyelashes over blue eyes and what I'd consider to be a sexy smile along with dimples. I have a lean body, slightly muscular arms, a four pack, and well shaped calves.

I'm pretty sexy no matter how I look at. It must be that I attract him.

"Oh you know what they say, to hate is to love," I noted winking at him and relished answering his lovely glare with a smirk of mine.

Unfortunately, I had a thing for tall hazel-eyed bad boys, and Vincent fit that description down to the leather jacket. On the other hand, Vincent was straight, and I don't make moves on straight guys. That's a big no-no for me. It's just that, he has those hazel eyes!

I couldn't leave him alone, especially since he always starts to pick on me first.

Other people are afraid of Vincent. I mean, he was huge and had a good foot above me in height. His face always had this permanently unsatisfied glare and I found it so easy to ruffle his feathers. Sure, I was a bit afraid of him, but somehow in my head, he reminded me of a feisty pit-bull.

"Oh don't glare at me like that. Rest assured Vincy-baby, I don't do straight guys," I threw at him again.

"I'm sure you don't," he retorted sarcastically. "Or else you wouldn't be such a tight-ass."

Though somewhat surprised, I chuckled at his statement. "Everyone likes it tight, even me, so I don't see your point." He choked on air as his head whipped towards me with an incredulous look. I brazenly walked over to his side and relished the way he backed away from me. Now why would you go and do that? "Too bad you're too much of caveman to get a taste of it."

"f**k you twink," he spat disdainfully. His lips rose in a sneer and a growl came from the back of his throat. His hand threw out a punch and I dodged it easily and began running down the track. I moved quick, there was no way I was gonna stand there after invoking his man-power.

"Why don't you just f**k me yerself, ya coward?" I retorted at him laughing devilishly at how red with anger he was. As I ran, I heard him letting out a slew of obscenities. It was all the same to me. If he seriously wanted to beat me up, he's welcomed to.

He'd just have to catch me first.

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The day was cloudy and gloomy. I loved it since I'm not so much for the sweating. Thanks goodness the weather had cooled down a bit. Eric was in class looking tired and sleepy. The class was too rowdy for a cloudy morning and it turned out that our home-room teacher was late. If I knew that the bugger was going to be late, I would have stayed in my bed at least fifteen minutes more.

But I was mad right now. Let me give you a run down as to why.

"Eeeric hooneey!!" I sing sung when I reached class the morning.

"Too early Jamie, way too early," he said, covering his head with an open book. His moves were sluggish and made his shirt dragged down a bit. Peaking out his collar, was a very clear and very dark purplish mark on his neck. I wasn't going to bring it up, if it wasn't for the fact that he was trying to hide it. Damn it Devon! Was he trying to send me a message?

"Devon keeping you up?" I asked with a grin.

His ears pinked at my question, but he only huffed at me. "Whatever! You could have told me that it would hurt like a mofo."

"Didn't seem like it did," I uttered teasingly and inconspicuously gave a nod at his hickey's direction.

With reddening ears, he sank more into his seat. "Ugh, don't remind me. It was all too sudden. If I knew it would be like this, I would have done it on the weekend," he half whispered to me.

I hopped happily in place, clapping my hands together as I leaned in with a big smile. "My little Eric popped his cherry!!!" I whispered to him only to have him blush bright.

Ah youth.

"We're having lunch in his class today. Care to join?" he asked. It was nice that he extended an invitation to me. He saw my smile drop and I stopped bouncing.

"B-but Lunch is o-our thing," I retorted without meaning to sound whiny. Really man? "You guys walk home together, you're neighbors, and you wanna spend lunch together now? Although I totally get it, I can't help but feel... I kinda..." I caught sight of his face and shut up. He was looking hopeful and now his face was turning a little frowny.

I hated when he pulled that face. I shouldn't be like this. I should be happy for him.

Letting out a sigh, I gave him a look that should tell him that I felt hurt but not to worry about me. I'm a clingy person whether it's family, friends, or boyfriends. Boyfriends get tired of the clinginess very quickly and I should know better than anyone that when friends have steady girlfriends, or in this case boyfriend, they usually drop the best friend.

And I felt like I was being dropped like yesterday's meatloaf.

"Jamie?" Then again, Eric was a slow one. He wasn't even going to notice my dejected change. He's probably going to sum it up to my many mood swings.

"No. I don't wanna be your third wheel," I said a little coldly without looking at him directly. I took my seat, and the day begun with the teacher coming in apologizing for being late.

At the risk of sound lame, Eric was the only person I considered a true friend. The rest of people were merely classmates. They were people who were going to forget me after graduation. That's just to show you how replaceable I am. I wouldn't go telling my secrets and the like to them; which was why I was bummed out that Eric didn't see that. There is a reason I don't like being alone, because that's when I revert back into my old ways.

Eric tried to talk to me when the bell finally went off for lunch, but I was still mad at his lack of understanding. Then again, I was probably just being needy and unnecessarily troublesome right now, since we haven't had any friend-time in the past two months.

During lunch, of I which I didn't have any appetite to consume, I headed to find somewhere quiet in the noisy school. Sometimes, when you find yourself alone, you realize how loud the world is. Somehow I found myself around the senior's science lab. Maybe feeling lonely made me come back to my old hanging spot.

Knowing that the door was forever unlocked, I let myself in. The science lab was mostly deserted around the afternoons which was a plus. Not many people came back here since it was way too far from the main area. You can't hear the bell go off from this room since it's also sound proof. I don't really have to guess what some seniors probably used this room for.

The adjoining room was an inside green house. It always smelled great in this area, and so I took my seat on a stool by some plants making sure not to get my jacket dirty. I felt my back get pricked my a nail coming out the wall and tried to avoid leaning against it. On my right and in front were different potted plants and on the left, was the opened door adjoining both rooms.

I don't like science, and this was advanced stuff, so I got no idea of telling what type of plant s were there. The plants before me where different from the ones I'd seen. For example, what the hell is a Fenugreek? Maca? Gaurana? Leaning over the pretty white flower I sat by, I read the name Yarrow. Pretty simple right, but beside that, I couldn't even pronounce the other flower's name; Echinacea. What's with scientists and their outrageous way of naming plants?

Just then I heard the class door opened. I figured it to be Mr. Shino, our janitor who sometimes takes his breaks in here. I was about to get up and greet him, but I felt strangely light headed as I stood up. "Hello Mr. Shino, long time-" deciding to stay seated, I poked my head out just to come embarrassingly face to face with none other than Vincent's crotch.

"That eager to suck my c**k, Cockson?" he quipped with his hands folded over his chest. It's Carlson, you i***t.

"If I remember correctly, you did tell me to find a room but, I'm not in the mood to flirt with you today so buzz off," I said leaning back against the wall.

He scoffed bitterly, "I don't recall ever flirting with some one like you."

"Someone like you needs a good ass to f**k. Doubt you'll find it though," I threw back at him. I really wasn't in the mood for his s**t. "No one likes a prick Vincy."

"Ouch. Someone's bitchy today," he leaned against the door eyeing me weirdly.

"I did warned you, but I can't expect some one like you to understand," I responded. "Now shoo. Papa don't wants to be disturbed." He didn't make a move to leave, but just leaned against the door with a somewhat triumphant look on his face. As if he knew something I didn't. "Okay, now you're just creeping me out. What's your deal? Why are you here?"

"Someone feeling lonely cause his boyfriend abandoned him? I saw your hippie friend with MadDog. This high school is riddled with your kind, isn't it?"

My head felt all fuzzy, and I couldn't think straight. Still, I stood up and stared angrily at his direction which wasn't even two feet from me. "My kind? What the f**k is your problem huh? Why does me being gay bother you so much?"

I could've dodged what happened next. It would have been so easy to do, if only my head wasn't lagging at the time. He locked the greenhouse door with us inside and had cornered me next to the same wall I'd been leaning against.

Being me, I usually have many witty retorts on stand-by but I just had to take a look at his body language to know what was going through his head. His face was mere inches away from my own. His ungodly hazel eyes were lidded and dark, damn near unreadable. My mouth gaped a bit. He was looking at me with total seriousness, ready to pounce.

"You're my f*****g problem," he said clearly. "You damn rat!"

Suddenly he begun sticking his tongue straight down my throat. His teeth grazed my upper lip drawing out a groan of mine. Gripping my hips with a steel grip, he plastered me against the wall, rubbing his erection against mine. My lips were being scorched my him. My body felt heated up like a combustible , and for whatever reason I wanted him right then.

I made my hand slide towards his front, caressing his stiffness through his trousers. He thrusted all too readily into my hands, and I smiled into his kiss, despite myself. I felt my true self starting to rise it's ugly head through the haze. The good part of having the type of personality I possess, is that people often underestimate how clever I am or how cunning I can be.

In one smooth move, I had managed to slip off his belt in one pull and maneuvered it tightly around both his wrists. Knowing that he would start to struggle, I quickly shoved him unto the stool I'd been sitting on, hooking the belt buckle unto the nail coming out of the wall. Instantly I brought his pants to his ankles, leaving his boxers in place.

"You look so obscene right now. Your d**k is sticking straight out of your boxers," I said stepping back to look at him.

He was struggling against the restrain cursing under his breath. "What's the big idea."

"I should be asking you the same thing. I'm a little fuzzy right now, but I remember you wanting all fags to die," I said trying to get my head straight. "Let me show you, why you must not temp Jamie Carlson; and FYI I'm a rabbit, not a rat, so I hope you've got stamina big boy."

Getting on my knees, I spat into my hand and begun stroking him watching how his muscles twitched and bulged at my touch. Leaning in, I gave his prick a rough suck and tasted pre-c*m at the tip. His eyes were glazed, and he had even stopped struggling against the restrain. I tongued him, bobbing my head slowly up and down his shaft, taking his big instrument into my mouth. Every time I swallowed him, he became harder and stiffer.

"By f**k, why are you so good at this?" he moaned his head rolling back. I licked from base to tip, my hands steadily rubbing his tool between my hands. Just by blowing him, I felt myself grow even hotter. At first I was just gonna blow him, and leave him there tied up, but somehow I felt so horny and turned on by his reaction. "I will c*m if you do that."

"Comforting me, is letting me c*m first or are you tapping out already?" I said letting go of his now wet and slick member. I took off my skinny jeans swiftly along with my Calvin Kleins, and straddle him face to face. We both shuddered as I begun jerking our harden c***s together. His heat against mine was staggering and my hips were moving on their own trying to get as much friction as possible. I tried to hold back my moans, but it was damn near impossible.

Somewhere along the haziness of my mind, I stuck my finger into his mouth, and had him lather it with spit. "You are such a dirty guy," he said after seeing what I did. After all, there was no lube, so spit would have to work.

"You knew that already. You've been looking to corner me for a longest haven't you, Vincy?" I asked playfully before I got him inside me.

Cursing as I felt him stretched my insides, I let out a soft stifled cry. Damn, it's been some time since I bottomed. I felt his hot meat radiating flames and stirring me up inside. I felt full and his pulsating organ was tingling my prostate. I felt him thrust up, my whole body burned with fire at the feel of him moving under me.

"Oh f**k, wait!" I tried. I wasn't going to admit he was way too big and I needed to adjust.

"No," and his hips begun thrusting upwards faster, making me bounce on top of him.

The sensation of being impaled on his rod sent electric jolts straight to my curled toes. I began responding to his fevered thrusting and gyrated my hips to take him in even more. The room was starting to smell of s*x, and along with the scent coming from the plants around us, I felt the sensation being stimulated even more. To every thrust, I felt him rub against my prostate. Reaching over, I stroked myself in the same rhythm as his movements.

"Oh f**k," I said as I felt myself drawing nearer to climax. My hips were on overdrive as I rode him fast and hard. We cursed like sailors and I clawed at his back with my free hand. "s**t. Oh s**t!" Suddenly, he bit into my neck and the pain traveled straight down to my throbbing member and without any warning, my seed erupted in massive uncontrolled spurts.

I was consumed by an earth shattering orgasm that left me absolutely breathless. I hadn't even realized that we both came at exactly the same time. His body was contorting and contracting underneath min. I could feel him depositing copious warm liquid deep inside my channel. I was still shuddering above him as we both steadied our breathing.

"Jesus Christ, you're still squeezing me," Vincent said after catching his breath.

"That's because, I haven't finished yet," I replied eager for another round.

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To say that I ravished him, was the least.

I felt kinda guilty in a way though. I don't know what came over me that day. I want to explain my actions, but I don't have any excuse apart from being blinded by male hormones and raw horniness. To think that he went for four rounds, was impressive. Usually they couldn't keep up with me.

"Why do you have that cat-ate-the-canary face?" Eric asked me one morning. This was after weeks of minor conversations with him. I had given up sulking since he was too into his happiness to notice.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I smirked taking my seat.

Eric wasn't having lunches with me anymore. He was always off eating lunch with his now 'official' boyfriend MadDog Devon. So our chats were usually through text messages and in class. Vincent was currently my distraction. It annoyed me how fast he learned certain stuff.

Like the other day when we were off doing it, he found a way to loosen the restrains. As soon as they were off, he stood up with me, my legs wrapped tightly around him. Instinctively, my hands flew around his neck afraid that he would drop me. He braced me against the walls like an animal and pounded into me while jerking me till I came twice in his hand.

In regards to body compatibility, we were meant for each other.

Personality wise, he was still a jackass. Then, they were those times, when we wouldn't be able to find a private enough spot to play around, and ended up just talking. Those were the times, I'd get nervous. He was surprisingly really easy to talk to and that spelt danger to me. I felt like I was getting warped by the continuous mind-blowing s*x.

Like I might come to like him if it continued. Then again, who was to say that I don't already like him.

"Are you okay?" Eric asked now looking at me strangely. "Maybe I'm imagining things, but you look different?"

I huffed at him. "You're so busy with you're hubby that I've been forgotten. I even seem different to you."

He blushed and finally with a little guilty smile, he looked up. "First off, Devon is not my husband, and second," he heaved a sigh here and looked at me again strangely. "You're right. I've been feeling the distance between us lately, and I don't like it."

He gave me that dopey eyed look, eyebrows caving in along with a pout. Damn. It was like his begging face became even cuter. What was Devon doing to this kid to make him glow like that? He's loving him, that's what he's doing. After that thought left me, I felt a little empty inside.

Why did I have to go and make myself depressed?

"Meh, better late than never," I heard myself say. "I want lemon pie then. I have duties today, but wait for me by the bike stands."

I was excited all for nothing.

He didn't even show up. Eric sent me a last minute text saying the he couldn't make it. He didn't give me a reason, so I knew it had to be Devon's doing. I was bummed out all over again. I didn't even respond to his other messages. I can't believe I quickly clean the classroom, to get to the stands on time. Just to sit here waiting, and getting myself ditch for the boyfriend once again. In the back of my mind, I wondered, if the situation with Vincent was going to end up the same.

"Were you waiting for me?" I heard some one say as I unlocked my bike. Without out turning around, I knew who it was just by the teasing undertone.

"As if!" I answered coldly.

"Ouch. And here I thought I had become special," he added again. He didn't even own a bike. Therefore, I see no reason why he was standing there in all his gladiator glory. "Aww. Don't sulk."

I rolled by eyes at him irritated. I couldn't deal with his teasing today. "Vincent go away. I'm not in the mood."

A neat eyebrow of his rose, and he still dared to stare at me in an almost comical way. He seemed to find my misery extremely entertaining. Seeing that I wasn't playing along, he give up the teasing and sighed. "Fine. You're mad but to be fair, I'm pretty sure it's not my fault so I don't see why it's directed at me."

"It's merely the fact of you being at the wrong place, at the wrong time," I answered him. "Look, I wanna go home and sulk till tomorrow morning, because by then I'll have to pretend that I'm not bothered by it. So just, I don't know, give me a break today."

He took my bike away from me through my protests, and manhandled my bag-pack from my hand. "Let's go." I gave an irritated groan, but followed him albeit reluctantly, anyway. I didn't have to strength to fight with him today. After a few minutes of just walking side my side, I begun wondering, why is he doing this? I didn't dare to ask him out loud. It just kept on plaguing me as we walked.

"I found out something funny today," he started in a conversational manner. "I actually came to tell you about it but wasn't sure you'd be there." He took me to a different route, over the nearby bridge connecting the two surrounding towns. "Remember those plants in the science lab?" he asked, as I gave him a responding nod. "Turns out that the senior class was experimenting with making perfumes using the plant's extract. The extract was needed in order to make an aphrodisiac based perfume."

"You're joking."

"Haven't you wondered how we sorta lost controlled there?" he asked thoughtfully. "It was to enhance the libido through the sense of smell, and alter the wave of brain cells using the plant's aphrodisiac components."

We both begun laughing at our tact. It would explain why I was so light headed and why I couldn't think straight. We walked through some back alleys while having small chit chat, till about the time we stopped in front of a small shop with a giant cone outside.

"Did you just bring me to an ice-cream shop?" I asked unable to contain my smile. "Well, aren't you being nice lately."

"I might be an asshole, but my assholery is for the lols. I can't have everyone knowing what a nice guy I am," he said with wicked grin, and locking my bike on a near by stand. "C'mon on. It's my treat."

Inside was so cute, with an all white panel and each table the color of an ice-cream. It smelled sweet of sugary sweet treats and a fresh waffle smell engulfed the air. An old lady came out wearing a mini Baker's Hat that look adorable on her and she smiled brightly at Vincent.

"Hiya Mrs. Gertrude," he greeted with a nod.

"Vinny darling!" she greeted back. "Came for the usual?"

"You got it," he confirmed with a small smile. "And this guy will have the same," he added patting me on the back. I smiled shyly back at the elderly lady, as we sat in the far back of the little shop.

"So Vinny, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said kinda awkwardly. "Her husband's name was Vincent but she used to call him Vinny. I don't even remember when she started referring to me as Vinny, and I don't intend to correct her either. Some times people just need to remind themselves that they haven't forgotten their loved one, and attaching themselves to some one else is to make sure they aren't forgotten either."

I felt my body tense up a little but he just stared at me knowingly. I didn't say anything to that, but I looked away from him when I felt my face burning. That was so spot on and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to know that truth. Then again, with the look he was giving me, I'm pretty sure he already knew.

I did what any other person would do and played dumb. "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't," he responded sarcastically entertained. "I wouldn't expect you to, seeing as you're slow and dumb as a box of rocks."

"Shut up. I know what you're talking about, but I just don't wanna share that with you," I stated plainly. Before I could continue, our orders came and was placed in front of us. I partially drooled. So much ice-cream, topped with chocolate goodness and sprinkles. I had forgotten our conversation soon after we begun digging into the treat.

Halfway through our desert, he asked, "why?"

Something was up with him. Our relationship changed a little over the last couple weeks. I guess our constant skinship had us being more than a little civilized with each other. It was as if we were actually dating, and that realization made me feel start feeling aware of him. "You don't need to hear my problems Vincent."

He made a clicking sound with his tongue. "I like it better when you call me Vincy. Plus, I don't get what the big problem is. Every one's afraid to be forgotten. Currently, your little friend has a boyfriend and perhaps you don't wanna admit to yourself that you've liked him all this while. You aren't necessarily forgotten. At the end of the day, you're the first person he'll run to if some thing goes wrong, since he knows that you'll be there."

I stared at him again. "I swear. Sometimes I rather you sprout a second head, than say deep s**t like that with such a serious face."

He grinned at me and winked. "But I do, you've begged for it before remember?"

"Omg! Can you stop?!" I exclaimed going scarlet but still laughed anyway since he wasn't exactly wrong.

If I think about it, maybe I did end up feeling some type of way for Eric. Maybe I did liked him in my own way, but seeing how bad he had it for Devon, I never really realized it myself. Now that Vincent had brought it out into the light, Liked, was exactly how I felt now.

We kept eating our deserts in a somewhat comfortable silence. I don't get it. Just a couple months ago, we couldn't get along without him throwing something sarcastic my way. Now we were in a damn ice-cream shop, having a nice conversation, on what suddenly felt like a date -like atmosphere. I didn't want to face the facts that Vincent had grown on me.

He was looking pensively at his ice-cream, and then he looked up at me. I squirmed in my seat because as I have told you before, I'm weak against hazel eyed bad boys. "Would you date me if I asked?"

"No," my response was quick even though I knew he was being serious. His eyes went from being open to shut down mode.

"Well, that was quick. You didn't even consider the question," he said accusingly and visibly a bit upset as he leaned back.

I stared at him for a long while. Why would he ask such a thing? "There was nothing for me to consider. I told you this before, I don't do straight guys."

"You say that but you've not had any problems doing me for the last couple weeks," he mumbled upset with his hands folded over his chest.

Shaking my head slightly, I said, "Why do you wanna date me Vincent? All we've been doing is having s*x. To like go out with me is not being able to hold hands in public, or kiss and all those s**t. You are straight, and to be honest, I don't want to get dumped for a chick. That's... the most degrading way to get let down. I refuse to compete against the female population after you're over your gay phase. Plus, a relationship based on s*x never works out."

"It might, cause I've grown to like you."

I stared at him speechless for a second. Say what? He said it without even blinking at eye. Like he was sure of it. Surely, he wasn't just pulling my leg."What will happen when you no longer 'like' me?"

"Don't say that. People that make an impact in another's life, aren't replaceable. Plus, we can deal with that when when time comes."

"I-I can't agree to date you on those terms," I said again. His eyes were staring hopefully at me. Why is he looking at me like this? He shouldn't be looking at me in that way or was it that I thought he'd never look at me that way? I panicked and begun getting out of the booth.

"You aren't going any where," Vincent said yanking me back by my arm, causing me to fall bridal style unto his lap. "Go out with me."

"N-no"

"That's doesn't sound convincing," he said. With that he kissed me. This wasn't like our usual hungry s*x craved lip locks. This kiss way way different. It made my heart trip over itself, and my head go all mushy at how gentle it was. "I've been wanting to kiss you like that for the past week but then you'd have ran away. Please go out with me."

"I already said no. Why are you being so persistent?"

"Because I like you! Didn't I just say that?" he repeated again. "Don't ask how it happened. I don't know how or why, and does that even matter right now? Do we have to label it right now? Why can't we go with the flow like in the movies?"

"Because they never show what happens after the big confession," I answered trying to wiggle my way out of his grasp.

"You're going to get me hard of you continue struggling that," he whispered in my ears and I felt his teeth grazed the lobe of my ear making me shudder with a stifled moan.

He was making me weak by nibbling at my ear. "We're in public," I half moaned in protest. "You'll be laughed at if this gets out. Are you mentally prepared for that?"

"Then prepare me," he said still nibbling my ear. "To do that, you have to date me."

My heart was galloping in my chest. Is this real life? Is it really okay to date him? I wasn't sure. There was no way of knowing if this could be something if I don't try. "I'm clingy as f**k and I'm super selfish," I tried my last card to get him to think it over.

"That's all right and I'm possessive and jealous," he said now looking at me. His eyes shone brightly like little spotlights, making me feel all warm inside.

Taking in a deep breath trying to calm down my racing pulse, I leaned over and gave him a light affectionate kiss. "Fine. Keep in mind that I warned you about my clinginess."

"It's fine, it's fine," he tutted non-chalantly with a silly but happy grin on his face "Just be my rabbit and I'll take good care of you."