Shit.

I ran down the hall trying to make it to my last class of the day: Art. Mr. Peter would be down my throat and I didn't have an excuse as to why I was late other than I walked my girlfriend to her class. I stood outside the art room looking through the glass window. Everyone was working and Mr. Peter was sitting at his desk on his iPad, like always.

"Are you going in or are you going to continue to stand there like an idiot?" A voice from behind me made me jump. I spun around and found this Asian guy scowling at me. I stepped aside, gesturing to the door. He gave me a little smirk and headed for the door. I followed behind him as I snuck to my desk in the back of the class.

Mr. Peter called for the class's attention to introduce a new student and it's the guy I had come in with.

Mr. Peter locked eyes with me. "Oh, Justin, don't think I didn't see you snuck in here." He said. "Jino, you can share a desk with Justin."

He smiles and waves at the girls who gawk at him as he walks to the back of the classroom. I get this feeling I would not get along with him for shit.

"Hello," Jino said as he took a seat.

"Hello," I replied, taking out my sketchbook.

"Can I borrow a pencil?" He asked.

I looked over at him. "Your first day at school and you didn't think to bring a pencil?"

He had reached over, snatching the pencil from my hand.

What the fuck?

"Thanks for the pencil."

I parted my lips to say something, but I changed my mind and got another pencil from my bag. The breathing next to my ear made me tense up. I looked to the side of me and his face was close to mine. Did the fucker not know what personal space was? What the fuck is he so close for?

I didn't think it could be possible for someone to annoy the heck out of you in a single class period. While painting, he would bump my arm. The first few times I could understand if it was by accident because he didn't have much room. But he was left-handed. I'd get frustrated and bump him back which led to a bumping match and paint water spilling across our table.

Mr. Peter had been quick to blame me for the mess and ordered me to clean it up. The last bell of the day rang. I'm free to get away from this bastard before I shoved my timberland boot up his ass. I didn't make it down the hall when someone grabbed me by the forearm.

"Unhand me fucker." I said, trying to pull away.

They pulled me against their body. I looked at Jino like he lost his damn mind. This guy was too comfortable for

the simple fact he doesn't even know me.

"Your pencil." He said. "Don't you want it back?"

"Nah, keep it." I shoved him away from me.

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A/N: This is my first novel on Novelcat. This is an interracial lgbt+ novel Ambm

Asian man and Black man

. This story is 18+ due to bad language and some sexual content between characters who are both 18 years old.