*Jaime’s POV*

“All of you, stop talking or I’m taking the movie out,” Davidson yelled. I can see he hates when people talk during a movie. I do as well but it just started so what the hell? Everyone talks at the beginning so he needs to chill out.

The class was finally settling down and we got to sit where we wanted to. Obviously Caesar sat with me in the front corner where the TV was. In the very back corner, farthest from the TV were Alan and Austin, along with Mike, Vic, Kellin, and Jesse. Jack and Alex sat in the front as well but farthest from the TV near the door. Pretty much all the girls in our class were friends so they all scattered around in the middle.

While the movie continued on, I heard Caesar’s name being whispered from behind us. She turned around and saw them shierking. I looked back as well and saw Vic writing something on a sticky note. I glanced at Alan and Austin whom-to my surprise-were dreamily watching the movie. They were so into it. I peered down at their hands and saw that their fingers were laced together. Caesar saw them holding hands and turned to me with a miserable expression on her face. I mouthed the words it‘s ok, forget them…we‘ll talk about it later to her. She turned around as well as I did.

I felt warm air surrounding my face. I saw Vic placing a sticky note on my desk. His eyes sparkled from the TV light. He walked back to his seat and I read the note.

I‘m coming over later and I don‘t care what you say.

What the fuck kind of note is this? It’s like so demanding. But…he wants to come over my house? Since when?!

~~~

I hurriedly walked over to the locker room, remembering not to be late and make Tony wait for me.

“There you are, kid!” Coach Fraser said cheerfully. I walked over to him.

“Hey, Coach!” I smiled.

“So I decided that you’ll be starting practice next week. We just won a game over Kings Beach and another game will be next month against Flatiron High. If we can beat them, we advance onto Oak Hill. They're the best of the best. I hope we can prove them wrong."

I can tell Fraser really wants to win these games. “I won’t let you down, Coach.” I nudged his elbow.

“Good...so bring your gear in next week and I’ll run some tests on the field.”

“Thank you so much!” I ran out of the locker room and sprinted to the main doors. I saw Tony standing outside with an aggravated look on his face.

“Where the hell were you?” he said angrily.

“Coach Fraser said I made the team and that I get to start next week!” I cheered before hopping in the car. Tony slammed the key into the ignition.

“You’re lucky, Hime. If it was something unimportant, I would’ve got all up in your ass.”

“I didn’t know you were like that,” I joked, covering my mouth before I burst out laughing.

“Shut up! That’s not funny and I didn’t mean it in that way, loser.” We drove away from the school and began to talk.

“Yeah, I know. Damn turtle, I was just messin with you,” I smirked. He didn’t answer me. “So,” I began, “remember that guy I told you about? How I like him and all?”

“The little girl we saw at McDonald’s? Yeah I remember her,” he laughed this time, keeping a straight face.

“You’re not cool. I was kidding about you being a homo but you don’t look like you’re kidding about Vic being a girl.”

“Well, you’re right, I’m not,” he laughed again. I gave him a dirty look. “Seriously, I’m kidding, Jaime. You know I care about you and how you feel towards guys you like. It takes my breath away,” he said, swaying his hand in in his face like a girl.

“Ok…not funny. Stop with the jokes. I really like him.”

“Does he like you back?”

“Actually, I don’t know. But I feel like he does. And then again, I feel like he doesn’t. He’s not gay.”

“He doesn’t have to be gay to like you. Maybe he just likes you in the friendly way,” Tony said, turning a sharp corner.

“Yeah right. He doesn’t like me as a friend; I can guaruntee you that.”

“So why did you mention him in the first place?”

“He gave me a note in school today. He’s coming over.” It was silent for about 20 seconds. “I have no choice.”

“Are you going to let him take advantage of you?” We stopped at a red light.

“Look at this note!” I shoved it in his face.

“I‘m coming over later and I don‘t care what you say. Damn, something’s wrong with his ass. Why is he so demanding?”

“That’s what I was wondering. But, you know, he’s Vic Fuentes. No one can tell him what to do and he’s an asshole. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself; only if it’s his brother Mike or his friend Kellin.” I rested my chin in the palm of my hand and placed my elbow on the tip of the window.

“That’s weak, man,” he said, pulling up in the driveway. “So I guess he’s coming over then?”

“Yeah,” I said nervously, fidgeting my fingers.

“Why is he coming again?”

“I have no clue. Does he even know where we live? If he does, that’s creepy.”

~~~

I heard a knock at the door. I walked up to it but didn’t open it. “It’s him,” I said. “What should I do?”

“Open it, duh, what else? But wait till I go to my room. If he tries to beat you up, just yell my name.” And with that, he left the room.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. I stood there staring at him. “Hey, V-” He pushed right past me, slamming my shoulder against the door. Ok, asshole. He turned around and faced me. “I thought you coming over was a joke.”

“Take your shirt off,” he demanded.

“What?” I said, very confused.

“Just do it!” he yelled. I slowly lifted my shirt over my head and flung it on the carpet.

*Vic’s POV*

Tight abs. Perfect. I mean NOT perfect! That means he’s one step closer to being the guy I’m sleeping with! But now I need to feel his touch. I need to know if he has soft hands.

“Anything else you want?” he said sarcastically.

“Uhhh…”

“Listen Vic, if you want me to strip for you, all you have to do was ask.”

He‘s such a smartass. “No, don’t. But uh, can you do me a favor?” I asked. I’m just gonna tell him what I’m doing. But I’m going to switch it up a tad.

“Umm, ok, what is it?” Jaime asked. I hesitated for a second.

Scientists have proven that if you’re a passionate kisser, than you’re very passionate in bed. So maybe if we kiss for a minute, it will tell me if he’s passionate in bed. I have to lie for this one. He can’t know what I’m doing. “There’s this girl I really like. Andy she likes me back. I’m not sure if I’m good enough for her.”

“Vic Fuentes isn’t good enough for some girl?! I’m sure you’re just fine.”

“She wants to kiss me though.”

“Then let her kiss you.”

He was so fast to answer me. “I don’t know if I’m a good kisser,” I lied. My kissing is excellent!

“But you told me that you fucked more girls than I’ve ever seen people in my life.”

“Yeah…I said fucked, not kissed. There’s a huge difference.”

“So what does this girl have to do with the favor you're asking me?”

I’m so stupid for doing this but I need to find out! I’m going to kiss him. If he kisses me, then I can find out if he’s the one. And there’s no way you can kiss someone without touching their face. So now, I can feel his touch. I’m going to get my other two steps done.

“Well, I was wondering if I can kiss you to see if I’m any good.”

*Jaime’s POV*

He wants to kiss ME? Why didn’t he ask someone else? Like a girl perhaps? “Why are you asking me to kiss you? I thought you weren’t gay.”

“I’m not. I just thought that I would ask you.”

“Why didn’t you ask a girl instead?” I said folding my arms across my chest. “There’s plenty of them in the hall you could've went up to.”

“Because you’re the only one I could think of that wouldn’t refuse me. All the girls just want sex from me. They don’t care about kissing. Now will you just see if I’m any good?”

“Can I ask who the girl is?”

“No. Now come on! She’s expecting me in a lil bit. I want to get this over with.”

Damn. It sucks how he’s just using me for kissing practice. He didn’t even tell me who the girl is. Well, she’s a lucky bitch. Seriously, even if all the girls throw themselves to his feet, he’s still getting ass someway.

I took a deep breath and leaned in a little. “You need to come closer. Don’t make me do everything,” I said.

“I know. I’m just a little nervous.”

“What…for the girl you’re about to meet up with?”

“No, smartass. Kissing you!”

Ok, Ok. So I know he doesn’t like me, but he’s still going to kiss me. I’ve always wanted to kiss him. I may seem like a smartass all the time, but I’m a good person.

“One thing,” he began, “you can’t tell anyone that we’re doing this. It’ll ruin my reputation. Promise?”

“I promise,” I said. He took a deep breath and let it out. I held his waist with one hand and looked into his eyes. He leaned in and I pressed my lips against his. He tangled his fingers in my hair. I transferred my other hand to his face and cupped his cheek. He slid his tongue on my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I let him through. Our tongues fought for dominance, which I wasn’t going to let him win. We kissed until we ran out of breath. He pulled away slowly.

“Wow………you were amazing. I don’t think you need practicing anymore. You‘re ready.” Honestly, that felt so good. He’s lying about kissing. I know he is. No one can kiss like that and say they’re no good. He’s a fucking lie. FUCKING LIE!

*Vic’s POV*

He cupped my cheek and tangled his fingers in my hair.

He had the perfect touch. Soft hands. So sensitive. So wonderful. So…perfect. He kissed with such passion and love. I don’t think anyone can kiss the way he does. I actually loved it and I want to continue. But, I just can’t. I pulled away from him.

“Wow………you were amazing. I don’t think you need practicing anymore. You‘re ready,” he said, staring in my eyes. I couldn’t look away from him. Something was telling me he was hurt. “Now please leave me alone and go catch that girl you’re in a rush to go see.” He turned away and placed his shirt over his shoulders. He plopped himself on the couch and turned on the TV, pretending I wasn’t there.

Everything fits. The black hair, not as skinny as me, strong arms, soft touch, a pinch taller than me, and he had tight abs. There was actually one more thing… “Before I go, I need to ask you something.” I pulled out the letter from my pocket. He turned to me but didn’t say anything. “Someone wrote a letter to me the other day and stuffed it in my bag,” I said softly, handing it to him. “Did you write it?” He scanned through the writing.

“No, I didn’t write this.” He handed it back to me. I stared at the writing for a second. How is this not his writing? I have his hand writing on the assignment we‘re doing in Biology. No one else writes their “M‘s” like this. It was a fancy way of writing the letter M. He wrote out all the answers and I was reading the questions to him.

“Are you sure this isn’t your writing?” I said, slowly prolonging my arm out to him with the letter in my hand.

“I know my own writing,” he reassured me. “That person must really love you. Now can you leave? I have a shit load of homework to do and I need to get it done.” He got up from the couch and threw his backpack on the counter. A couple of his papers scattered across the table. I checked to see what his hand writing looked like. I picked up a paper and swam the certain letters. I looked for the letter M. Yes, it was definitely his writing. It matched perfectly.

Was he lying to me?

“Well thanks anyway,” I said walking to the door. “And…if you find the person that wrote the letter, would you please tell them…that…I might feel the same way? It would mean a lot to me.” I walked out the door and got in my car. I dug my key into the ignition and fired it up.

I thought to myself. He has everything. All the qualities and features of the guy in my dream. I know it‘s him. It has to be him. But if I‘m sleeping with him in my dream, and the letter wasn‘t his-or so he claims it wasn't-then who the fuck wrote the letter?!

*Jaime’s POV*

“Well thanks anyway,” he said walking to the door. “And…if you find the person that wrote the letter, would you please tell them…that…I might feel the same way? It would mean a lot to me.” I stared at him deeply until he left the house.

Of course the writing was mine. I wrote the letter. I’m probably the only one that still writes love letters to people. I can’t tell him that it was mine. Even if he said he might feel the same way, I know he’s lying. He doesn’t know who wrote it so how can he feel the same way? Maybe he has a clue that it was me. I want to confess to him that it was me who wrote the letter. But he would never feel the same way about me like the way I feel for him. How can he? I’m shit compared to him. Besides, why would he fall for a criminal like me? He doesn’t know I killed someone-on accident-and I don’t plan on telling him either.

I wish I was brave enough to tell him. He’s Vic Fuentes…and I’m just…Jaime Preciado. He’s the guy girls swoon over. He’s the guy girls wear short shorts and low cut tops for. He’s the guy where he’ll fuck you without feelings and not give a shit. He’s the bad boy every guy wants to be like. He’s perfect.

I just wish I was good enough for him.

Notes

*title credit: All Time Low;)
sorry for jumping around with the POV's. I gotta make it intersting somehow. Hope you were able to follow it alright!...nd if are there errors somewhere, pls ignore it lmfao