Creekington High's Pretty Boy (BXB)

THREE

An alarm buzzed in our room making me cry out. I barely slept last night after hearing Grey fucking jack off right next to me. Or the thoughts that came after it.

"Turn the son of a bitch off." Greys, deep, husky, demanding voice boomed, making scrambled out of bed, hitting the off button.

Anyone would react the way I did with such a tone. Not that I am as intimidated by him as the rest of the school but he he still intimidating.

Grey moaned wiping his hands across his face, his eye peaked making contact with mine. I quickly looked away, my cheeks flooding with color. The memories of last night imbedded in my mind. Gray gave me an odd look before hopping out bed looking around the room.

"Where did you put my clothes?"

"Oh right, uh- pants are top and clothes are bottom."

He nodded sauntering off to his dresser. I took the opportunity to do the same. Grabbing clothes. Just a black tank top with some sweatpants. Along with an oversized black hoodie.

I frowned at the sight of my old cuts on my legs. It's been years, but the scars are still there. Easy to hide with clothes and most boxers. But, still are there. Faded but there.

"Show me your schedule." His words were an order, not a question.

I nodded grabbing my packet, flipping to my schedule, handing him the packet with the desired page. Then, I sprayed some cologne. Once I was done I looked back at Grey who held out my paper arms if he has been holding it out for a while.

"We have almost all the same classes so I'll walk you around." Greys tone made it sound like a chore. Making me feel guilty

"It's fine. Joey and I can walk around together."

"Didn't I tell you not to try to make friends in here?" He spat, eyes glowing with anger.

"No! We've been friends since we were four."

"Oh." He crossed his arms as if he were in serious thought, "I'm still going to walk you around."

So the whole school can stare at me? No thanks. Whether he realizes it or not, all of the students are watching him in fear of his next attack. Me being seen with him will draw attention to me. The worse thing you can do in a place like this.

"It's alright, really. Me and Joey have the same exact schedule."

Grey let out a laugh almost as if he were mocking me. His feet carried him right next to me so he was now standing right in front of me. My lungs lost air, his addicting scent of vanilla filling my nostrils. "I'm not asking, pretty boy."

Take me right now.

A smirk etched his features, proud of the affect he has on me. He stepped to the side, putting his hand on my back, making me gasp. Just as yesterday he lead me throughout the halls with his hand on my back. Everyone's eyes burned into the back of my head.

Everyone can see this, you fucking idiot. They're gonna think we're gay or something. Worse thing you could do in juvie. It can't be much different than in here.

"We're here, go on in."

His hand left my back, letting me go in first. I darted for the back next to Joey, who welcomed with a smile that dropped as soon as Grey sat behind me. Jared sent me a terrified-glance. The poor boys hands began shaking. Probably because he is right next to Grey, sitting behind Joey.

"Is this Joey?"

"Yes." I mumbled, feeling the discomfort in that atmosphere

"Huh? Not what I expected you to look like."