Disowned
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 4
Joshua
I leaned against my red Mustang and watched all the students walking into the school. I scanned them behind my sunglasses but couldn't see who I was looking for. One more time I took my phone and checked the image I had found on the internet, and one more time, a broad smile grew on my face.
The Latino football player was definitely my type. He was thin, but muscular and not too tall. His big brown eyes were beautiful, and his bronze skin was perfect.
"Someone got laid," Vince said, "or why the stupid grin?"
"Not yet. Soon."
I put my phone back in my pocket.
Vince rested his arm on my shoulder and leaned in closer. With his other hand, he pointed to a group of students walking toward the front doors.
"So, who's your new boyfriend?"
"Are you jealous?"
I gripped his butt and squeezed it with my fingers. He flexed his muscles but didn't try to stop me. Instead, he pushed me against my car and leaned closer.
"Why should I be jealous?" he whispered. "I know you can't resist my ass."
I sighed and pushed him on his chest.
"You're not pretty enough for me."
"Pretty, yes, but not gay enough."
He had a big grin on his face, the same he always had when he was right. We had been best friends since kindergarten, and secretly I wished we could be more than friends. Not that I would ever admit that to him, he was more than cool with me liking boys, but unfortunately, we didn't share that interest. What a pity.
The school bus stopped near us and we spotted Drew stepping off. He raised his hand to greet us and took a shortcut across the grass. Vince took a few steps but turned when he noticed that I wasn't following him.
"Aren't you coming?" he asked.
I nodded first but gave one last glance at the parking lot.
"Actually, you two can go. I'll see you later," I said, a mischievous grin on my face.
Two cars pulled into the lot and drove around, looking for a parking spot. The first car pulled into a place, and a hot guy got out. I followed as the jock jogged toward the front doors. If the rumors floating around school had any weight, the guy had amazing luck with girls, emphasis on the plural. I found his ass more interesting than his girlfriends.
Still, the reason for staying here was the driver of the second car. The football player looked even better in the flesh than in the picture I had been drooling over the whole morning. The grin on his face looked cute.
Javier. Javier. Javier.
I was about to approach him when the passenger door opened. Another guy got out, one who I recognized immediately. Kenny Sherman. He was the total opposite of Javier with his small frame. It wasn't the shrimpy kind of skinny, just the studious kind. The nerd had to be the football god's friend. Quite an odd duo, I thought.
With my eyes on them, I crossed my arms and leaned back against the car. Kenny, who probably spent most of his time in the library reading books, approached Javier and did something that made my mouth fall open.
Shit! This can't be true, I thought, closing my eyes. Still, when I opened them again, the two boys were kissing there in front of me.
I crouched behind my car and waited there until they passed me on their way to the main building. I followed them from a safe distance, pretending I didn't care. But I did care, especially since Kenny was holding the hand of my dream boy.
I bet it's only temporary, I said to myself. I felt sure that soon it would be my hand touching that silky skin. With a tiny bit of patience, this would be an easy win.
When they approached the front doors, three more guys joined them and Kenny immediately pulled his hand away, which satisfied me a lot. Nobody was touching my new boyfriend. Technically speaking, we weren't dating yet, but that was just, well, technically speaking. I was more a man of action.
They entered the school and I was now only a few steps behind him and could already smell his scent. It was a sweet combination of pink roses and pure masculinity, combined with a subtle promise of a big cock, just the fragrance I liked most.
I saw Vince and Drew leaning against their lockers on the right and flashed them a big grin. Javier slowed down but I kept walking, hardly by mistake, so that my crotch nearly touched his butt, and I could sense the heat radiating from his body. Vince couldn't help laughing and showed me a big thumbs up.
Isn't he cute, I mouthed to my friends, who were about to leave for their classes. The bell would ring soon, but there was just enough time to accomplish the first step in my plan. I would introduce myself to Javier as soon as Kenny left.
I didn't need to wait long. The football boy and his soon ex-boyfriend, or whatever, had their lockers on the opposite sides of the hallway, and the nerd didn't waste time before he rushed to his first class. Maybe he worried that the entire first row was already occupied and he would have to choose a seat in the second row. He would hardly survive such a disaster.
Javier, instead, was in no hurry as he moved books from his backpack to the locker. I admired his muscular hands and saw a glimpse of his boxer briefs when he lifted a big history book to the top shelf of his locker. Last year, I had hated carrying that heavy book. Now I praised the teacher for choosing such a fantastic book. The white waistband against his brown skin was divine.
Staying close to the wall, I made my way over to his locker, where the football god was grabbing his last book.
Adios, Kenny. The stage is mine.
"Javier, right?" I stuck my hand out for a shake, my whole demeanor beaming. "I'm Joshua."
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