A story of two enemies attached and captivated by lust and value.
"You act like you can't stand me...But the moment I get my hands on you, you're like putty."
18-year-old Addison Westbrook swears up and down that he hates Oliver Beckett. Even with...
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Before going to first period, Addison walked to his locker. Glancing down at the time, he sighed. He was 20 minutes late to class.
At this point, he's no better than Paige.
He and Oliver had a specific schedule, especially for morning practices. They shouldn't have taken as long as they did this morning. Addison usually had everything down to a tee.
It took them 20 minutes to shower and change in the locker room and about 2 to get to the student parking lot.
That leaves them 15 minutes to...yeah and 10 minutes to get to class without being late.
But today there was more foreplay, Oliver wouldn't just get on with it. Addison was too caught up in the moment to get him to stop.
This was a regular occurrence, he always seemed to get caught up with Oliver. For 2 years he's been caught up in the feeling of validation.
Validation from someone that he swore years ago he would never deal with again.
By the time Addison made it into 1st period, Oliver was already seated in his usual spot. Yes, they have 1st period together, plus 2nd, 3rd, 5th, and lunch.
He had to sit in a 45-minute class with Oliver 4 times out of the day. That wouldn't be such a bad thing if Oliver didn't compete with him in every subject.
Oliver is "the best" at math, history, and for some reason, lunch.
How do you even do that?
School is very important to Addison. What else does he have to care about? His shitty job at a pizza place?
But it's hard to focus in class when there is always someone trying to make you look like an idiot.
Oliver's a dick, but Addison can't complain because he can't help but love his dick. Not that anyone knows that, he would never live it down if anyone found out about them.
Addison was out, so was Oliver as bisexual. Homophobes weren't something that Addison worried about.
At least not anymore.
"Addison, why are you late for my class? Do you have a pass?"
He looked at his teacher, eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights. "Hi, Ms. Cass I was caught up in...the bathroom."
She looked at him skeptically but nodded, "Don't let it happen again"
He sighed and found his seat right beside the window.
Far away from Oliver.
But a few desks never stopped Oliver from being a pain in the ass, and it sure didn't stop him now.
"Did anyone solve it or do you need more time?" Ms. Cass asked standing up to the Promethean board. She changed her tab to a blank screen and gave them a questioning glance.
