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sensitive fem-boy fox time

A WEEK LATER

*RINGGGGGG*

That's the last class for today. I'm gonna stay at school a bit longer, just to relax. The campus is quite nice, actually. I looked around the classroom while everyone packed up their bags. I felt someone who stood behind me, staring lasers into my back. I snap my head around, while clenching my fists with wide eyes, to see Abe giving me the stink eye. That motherfucker pisses me off, he has this annoying nice guy facade. I can see why he doesn't like me, but he doesn't need to be a little bitch!

"Do you need something?" I spat out. He jumped and looked away, scoffing. He continued to look away, as he silently spoke to where only the two of us could hear. "I know about you and Kennedy. I don't plan on keeping this quiet, everyone will know your dirty secrets." He finished the last part while looking to me, deviously. My eyes widened, and my pupils shrunk in hatred. 

"What the fuck did you just say to me? You're asking to be fucked up if you say shit." I spat out while attempting to tower over him, though I'm 7 something inches shorter than him. My eyes sparked, and the lights went out. The classroom had their eyes on Abe and I, and Jack gasped. He rushed over to us, and shoved himself in front of me. Ponce slowly followed, giving Abe a toxic glare.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Jack and Ponce said in unison. I stepped to the right of Jack, and said angrily, "Nothing. Let's go." I shoved past Abe, and kicked the door open, walking through the dark halls.

JFK POV

"What the hell did you do, Abe?" I heard Ponce grumble. I leaned into Abe's ear, and whispered, "Word of advice: Don't make him mad." I pat his shoulder twice, and smirked. I looked around the classroom, and saw everyone present watching us. Cleo walked over to me, and leaned into my ear, whispering "What happened to Y/n? Is he okay?" I looked her in the eyes with an emotion I've never shown her. Pure concern. "I-I don't know. Cleo, wanna come with us?-" I looked at Abe, as I asked that. "I think  you should." 

"Yeah, Cleo. I think you should come." Ponce concurred with me. Cleo seemed confused, but agreed. "Yeah, sure. But why? You both usually never let me come with you." I looked at Ponce, then back at her. "I'll tell you about it later. Now c'mon, we gotta catch up with Y/n."



Sorry guys, I'm kinda going through a tough spot. i'm gonna try to update as much as possible

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