A/n POV
You walked into mathematics class with a smile on your face spreading from ear to ear as you felt your body on fire. "You're late Miss Santoro", Your mathematics professor roared as you walked through the threshold of the classroom. "I apologise sir, I had forgotten my schedule and got a little lost. It will not happen again". You said as you walked across the room and sat down on a seat you presumed empty. "You better not, I do not condone tardiness Miss Santoro. You are exempted today being that you are a new student but this shouldn't be a habitual thing, right Miss?" He scolded observing you directly from the front of the classroom, making you feel uncomfortable and threatened under his intense glare, causing your skin to crawl.
"Yes Mr Delton". 'moody much' , you thought as you took out your mathematics textbooks after breaking his gaze. "Right, class we will be further exploring the Theorem of Pythagoras", he said as he taught. You stopped listening about halfway through the lesson as your thoughts trailed back to the man you ran into earlier by complete coincidence. He's every movement careful and calculated. Dominance basically radiating off of him and what a powerful scent it truly was when you took a slight whiff of his broad shoulders being hidden by his black blazer containing his cologne and probably his natural pheromones giving off a manly musk that could grab any human's attention whether man or woman.
His aura daunting and challenging making him mysterious in your eyes which is why you want to know more about him , ' he is tougher to crack, I just can't figure him out. You think to yourself. Having had hogged your mind throughout the remainder of the period, the bell rang throughout the whole building indicating your next class . You break out of your thoughts and pack your bag.
Jason 's pov
"I'm not smiling Zayn", I say as it was time for me to get back to the errands I had planned to do as I continued to glare at my best friend. Zayn has been my best friend throughout my childhood considering that his family was really close with mine. The Quintus family and the Osbournes have always been business partners, thus causing the boys to see each other pretty often until they were basically inseparable. "Jace, c'mon I know you better than you think I do, I saw that smile flat on your face showing that you are capable of human emotions considering you are, well you know human".
He said as I chuckled to myself. "I don't know Zayn I mean I could be like the joker, he feels no emotions other than hatred for batman and the human race, not to mention his joy when chaos ensues", I said as we both strolled through the hallways toward the exit heading back to the Osbourne building. "Oh please, you are nowhere near the joker other than having similar business endeavors but other than that joker is creepy and somebody had to tell you Jace!"
He said passionately and slightly annoyed because it's always a constant debate which in turn caused Jason to abruptly turn around ready to debate whether joker is creepy or the best character in DC heroes and villains. "Zayn, I refuse to believe you had the nerve to say those foul words straight to my face! He is merely misunderstood, he is successful, wealthy and feared and in his chosen career it is very important to have that kind of power over people or they would take advantage of you even you know that Zayn, I would say that we know that the best".
Zayn replied: "I know that Jace but he's basically a serial killer with a killer face, he enjoys killing people for his own enjoyment, nobody can change my mind", he laughed as he tried getting me to completely understand that I admired a psychopath. "A monster is not born but made Zayn, I think we of all people should understand that more than anyone, maybe I don't see him as psychotic because I relate to him I guess, I mean all he had was Harley Quinn and... ", he was cut off by the bell of the school and his phone vibrating at the same time.
"Yeah Jason here-, come again?- Have him in our interrogation room in 15 minutes, Am I clear?" I roared as my facial expressions changed mid call, furious as I jogged with Zayn hot on my tail to my matte black Lamborghini parked in its own parking lot with my name on a gold plated metal on the concrete stud facing the school indicating that this was my parking lot space. "What's up", Zayn questioned seeing me flare up in fury and distress . "An associate of ours, one of the lower ranks ratted us out to our rival". I hastily got into my car, started the engine and revved It as I prepared to exit the school grounds .
"I'll be right behind you Jason", Zayn said with irritation crossing his facial features as he headed to his charcoal coloured Porsche parked next door to my car. We both speedily race off out the exit, with one of the Osbourne safehouses as your intended destination.
A/n pov
You were heading to the cafeteria since you had gotten passed the 5 classes you had just before lunch. As you turned a corner to find the lunch room you heard deep infectious laughter coming from the end of the hall. Knowing you were definitely on the wrong side of the school, if the exit is right in front of you meaning the cafeteria was on the other side of the school.
You heard a familiar voice that haunted your
thoughts throughout the school day which piqued your interest. Curious you headed towards the 2 voices you presumed as both male. "Have him in our interrogation room in 15 minutes, Am I clear?" You heard Jason say, intrigued you put your back on the wall as you peaked your head around the corner to see Jason and another young man looking heated and irritated.
"What's up", the man wearing black ripped jeans with a
normal black t-shirt hugging his upper body just right. Wearing black Balenciaga sneakers with a gold Rolex seated
comfortably on his wrist, a black bomber jacket making him look bigger than he actually was. His hair slicked back, most
probably gelled and he was quite handsome in your opinion although you turned your attention back to Jason.
"An associate of ours, one of the lower ranks ratted us out to
our inferiors", You saw him reply with repulsion and fury masking his face, catching you off guard. You saw them both hastily jog out and raced out of the school grounds with their glorified sports cars. 'I wonder what has him driving like that,
his business I guess?', deciding to let it go when you heard your stomach growl from hunger.
Staring off towards the
exit, you turn around and head to the cafeteria with a bad
feeling in your gut but letting it off as hunger.
'weird'.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Desires
Storie d'amoreJason pays a visit to Lyla's school to collect on the debt the school owes and in doing so, he meets Lyla. Sparks fly between the two but Jason cannot tell her his occupation, fearful she may leave him. Lyla has a secret of her own that she is not w...
