Opposites Attract (BXB)

Chapter 1

(Quenton's POV)

I walk down the halls of this hellhole hoping that nobody notices me when suddenly some grabs my wrist. I turn quickly to see the school bad boy, Blake. "I need to talk to you," he whispers ruffling his messy blonde hair, messing it up even more. I don't say anything, and just look down. I haven't talked since 5th grade when my parents got their divorce. He drags me to the gym. "Look," he ruffles his blonde locks again, "I like you," he admits. I frown, "Wh-what?" I stutter. His eyes widen, "You talked!" he shouts, excitedly. "Shh," I whisper. "Oh, right," he says, biting his lip and looking down. Okay, so he's like really cute, and I've had a crush on him since like 7th grade. That's when I first learned I way gay. "Quenton," he ruffles his hair again, still looking down, "I've liked you since 8th grade," he whispers. I frown, "I-is that why you n-never bu-bullied me? E-even when you bullied the people I hung out with?" I ask. He bites his lip again and nods. "O-oh," I say, my shoes suddenly becoming very interesting. "Pl-please give me a chance?" he asks. I bite my lip, still looking down, "You you're a player th-though. I I don't want to get played or hurt," I whisper so quietly I don't think he heard me. "Quent, I promise, I won't play you, I swear on my life," he whispers. "O-one chance," I whisper. He picks me up and spins around, "Thank you so much!" he yells. I wince at how loud he is, but smile at how happy he sounds. "Sorry," he whispers seeing me wince. "I-it's fine," I whisper back. He sets me down and starts blushing. "So ... does that make us a couple?" he asks quietly. I bite my lip, "I I think so," I whisper, blushing deeply. He smirks, "Then I'm allowed to do this," he whispers before kissing me. Sparks are everywhere, and I feel butterflies bubble up in my stomach as I kiss him back. He pulls away, "Let me walk you to class," he says. I smile, "O-okay," I stutter.

(Blake's POV)

I grab his wrist. He turns towards me, and I take a deep breath, "I need to talk to you," I whisper, running my hand through my hair. He looks down. I drag him to the gym, "Look," I say, running my hand through my hair yet again, "I like you," I say. He frowns, "Wh-what?" he asks. "You talked!" I yell. "Shh," he whispers. "Oh, right," I say, and bite my lip looking down. My friends made a bet that I couldn't break a boy's heart. "Quenton," I say, running my hand through my hair for the third time since talking to Quenton, but I don't look up, "I've liked you since 8th grade," I whisper. It's not a complete lie. I have liked him, but my friends don't know that, so they think I'm just going along with their dare. "I-is that why you n-never bu-bullied me? E-even when you bullied the people I hung out with?" he asks with a frown. I bite my lip and nod. Again, not a complete lie. "O-oh," he says, looking down. "Pl-please give me a chance?" I ask. He bites his lip in a way that's just too adorable, but doesn't lift his head, "You you're a player th-though. I I don't want to get played or hurt," he whispers so quietly I barely even hear him. My heart cracks. I can't break his poor little heart, it'd break mine too. Damn it. My friends just need to go fuck themselves then. Excuse the language. "Quent, I promise, I won't play you, I swear on my life," I whisper, and I mean it. "O-one chance," he whispers. I pick him up spinning around, "Thank you so much!" I shout. I see him wince, but he's smiling too. "Sorry," I whisper. "I-it's fine," he whispers back. I set him down, a blush creeping up on me, I try but fail to push it back down. "So ... does that make us a couple?" I ask in a hushed voice. He bites his lip, "I I think so," he whispers, and blushes extremely. Oh that's adorable damn it. I smirk, "Then I'm allowed to do this," I whisper and kiss him. I can feel sparks and wonder if he does too when he kisses me back. I pull away, "Let me walk you to class," I say. He smiles, that adorable smile, "O-okay," he stutters. Everything about him is just so adorable.