A New Kind of Love
Author's Note: Yes, this is is going to be BOYXBOY/BOYXGIRL. I wanted to try something new, different, and original. If you don't like reading about this kind of stuff, I suggest you stop reading now.
A new guy walked into the classroom. Even though I'm straight, I could tell he was good looking. The new student had thick, brown hair and messy bangs, sticking in different directions. His eyes scanned the room until the pair of bright blue eyes hit me. And smiled. I swallowed and lowered my eyes.
My girlfriend, Breanne, nudged me. "So what do you think of him?"
"He looks alright," I shrugged. More like an angel. Wait, what am I thinking?
My eyes flickered back up to him when he started speaking.
"Hi my name's Evan. I'm from New York," the guy announced.
Evan had a sweet, melodic voice. He could be a singer.
All the girls looked at him expectantly, but the only open seat was on my left, so Even sat there.
Of course, being the perfect person he is, smelled like cologne.
And not the cheap, weird kind, but the kind you could smell all day and not get tired of it.
He smiled at me again. I couldn't help but smile back this time.
I paid attention to the teacher for the rest of the class, which is something I rarely do, but only because I was starting to sound like a homosexual.
Ding, ding, ding. The bell suddenly rung. Phew, I'm glad that was over.
I hurried out of the room to lunch, Breanne right behind me.
We sat down at our usual lunch table, a few of my friends already there.
I couldn't help but noticing Evan was standing around, hanging there, looking confused as to where to sit for lunch.
Apparently, my girlfriend noticed that too. "Do you think we should ask him to sit with us?"
"Nah, Evan will find a table on his own. I don't even know if he'll want to sit with us," I replied.
Well, I guess I spoke too soon. Evan was walking towards us, his eyes focused on me.
"Hey, can I sit with you guys?" he addressed to the whole table of ten.
We shrugged, but nodded. Evan took the seat across from me.
Breanne, the outgoing one, introduced us. "Hi, I'm Breanne. You can call me Bree, or Anne, or just Breanne. This is Hunter."
"I can introduce myself, you know," I grumbled under my breath. Evan chuckled.
"Hi guys, I'm Evan, but you probably already know that," he smirked.
A girl, whom I recognize from our previous class together with Evan, approached us. Her name was Christina, a perky blonde. She walked around the table to where Evan was eating.
"Hey, will you go out with me?" Christina asked.
It seemed like half the lunchroom quieted down, anticipating his answer.
"Sorry, I'm gay."