Ashton closed the door behind him. The burning of his heart had reduced to nothingness. He bit is tongue looking around the room. Though he did not believe in God he thanked him because the class was empty. And he prayed no one enter it as well. He stood there watching Damien who was bent over his desk , checking his bag. The light blue shorts he was wearing and the white shirt he wearing contrasted with his tan skin. Ashton kept looking at him unsure of how to act. Unsure of how to react if Damien turned his way.

All he had to do was to go to him.

Turn him around.

Then kiss the damn boy and leave.

But something felt wrong. Something felt terribly wrong in his gut. It was not fine.

It did not feel like a nice thing to do. He felt guilty though he did not act upon his feelings.

Correction not his feelings, but the stupid dare.

Ashton stood there thinking about why he feels so hesitant to kiss Damien.

He was quite good looking after all . Irresistible.

Okay so that perhaps would be an overstatement. But still Ashton knew he was a very "crushable " boy. And Damien was gay. So he could have had a crush on him right?

RIGHT?

If he asked for a kiss he would agree ryt?

RIGHT?

Thinking so Ashton took one step towards Damien. And just because karma is a bitch Damien had found whatever the hell he was looking for in his bag.

Ashton saw him leaning straight and adjusting his light blue shorts that had travelled up.