First Punch ➟ Kellic

T H I R T Y T W O

When Friday rolls around, Jake's mood is in the fucking clouds all day. It makes me so happy to see him like this. I swear, he hasn't once stopped smiling. He must really love Andres. It makes me feel so guilty all over again. Why did I sleep over that night? Then again, if I hadn't...I don't know if Jake and I would be where we are now. That night and the day we spent at the hospital were what confirmed my feelings for him. Those feelings were there before that, and I know it, but I'm not sure if I would've had the courage to act on them. I'm pretty sure Jake was waiting for me to make a move. He kissed me first after all, I can't blame for thinking his job was done.

The thoughts fall from my head as Jake appears at my locker. "Hey, can we leave early?" he asks.

"Um, sure," I mumble, confused. I knew he was in a good mood, but those are usually the days he wants to stay.

"Good," he says with a smile. "Let's go." He tugs on my belt loop, dragging me with him. I chuckle, quickly locking my locker and speeding off with him.

"What's with the rush?" I ask, not complaining, simply curious.

Jake shrugs, not answering me as he holds the door open. I just watch him curiously as I pass through it.

"No rush," he says, smiling at me as he walks by my side. "Just wanted to hang out with you before we go to the hospital."

I look at him skeptically. We'd hung out yesterday afternoon, and usually we can hold off for a few days. So why the sudden need to see me? I think someone wants a little bit of attention.

"You're just horny, aren't you?" I wonder, smirking a little.

His eyes go wide and cheeks flush. "Am not!" he exclaims defensively.

"Mhm," I hum sarcastically. "Whatever you say."

I'm not gonna lie, I can't blame him. I haven't exactly been the most generous. I haven't...um...touched him in since the first time we ever hooked up. Then again, it's not exactly my fault that it's practically impossible to get any alone time. It's probably about time for him to get restless.

"Oh shut up. I just want to hang out with my boyfriend. Why do you have to make it about sex?"

I can't help but smile at the word boyfriend. We still hadn't exactly discussed it, but it was sort of an unspoken agreement that we're together, officially.

I just shoot him a look, saying I'm a teen boy too and know how our bodies work. Sexual thoughts pretty much constantly fill my mind when I look at him.

Jake groans, rolling his eyes. "Stop looking at me like that!" he exclaims as he pulls the loose brick out. I just smile, still holding the expression on my face. "Oh my God. I hate you," he says, handing me my knife.

"I know," I reply, smirking as we walk off in the direction of our houses. For Jake's sake, I drop the topic—secretly formulating a plan—and instead we go over what we're doing tonight.

"And TJ's is near the west side, so even if you don't want to go out with us, maybe I can meet you somewhere there later. That way we can like...be together together and not have to worry," he suggests, looking at me and smiling.

I'm not too surprised by the suggestion to hang out, but Jake wants to go to the west side? Okay, that shocks me. But I find myself blushing, still unable to understand why he's so up for anything that would make me happy. He's literally the sweetest most generous person on this planet. And he's all mine.

"Really? You want to go to the west side?" I ask, trying to hide my delighted smile.

Jake nods, not making eye contact and looking kind of shy. Fuck. He's so cute. Of course I want to go the west side. Knowing him though, he'll wind up ditching his friends for me.