Ryan followed him diligently. Kistos explained where everything was, but the way he leaned on the fountain distracted Ryan. His black hair swayed elegantly in the small breeze. Something about him made Ryan want to wrap his arm around his neck.<br/><br/>He wanted to touch Kistos delicate lips; to trace his strong jaw line. The way he looked over Ryanâ€™s body made him slightly hot. He coughed nervously to clear his throat.<br/><br/>â€œUh, what are youâ€¦ suppose to be doing anyways and isnâ€™t it bad for a new student to be late on their first day also?â€<br/><br/>Ryan could feel himself being pulled towards Kistos, like he had his own gravitational pull. Ryan did not like this. He felt defenseless and weak when Kistos was around. Now, Ryan knew he never liked a guy before, he knew he wasnâ€™t gay.<br/><br/>But this guy made Ryan think otherwise. He looked into Kistos cold eyes, faint from the smell of him that traveled in the light wind, â€œUhâ€¦â€