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The bell to dismiss class rang, before Wes could ask for help, Andrew had already disappeared from beside the other. He turned his work into the teacher and left.
Wesley sighed to himself, getting up and handing in his work as well. "Do you know where your next class is?" She asked as she took the paper.
The male just nodded, he truly didn't want to bother the teacher and figured he could try to find the next class from the door numbers. She smiled as he walked away and out the door.
He looked from side to side, before he started to walk down the hallway. "Ah! I found you!" A familiar voice spoke before an arm draped over Wesley's shoulder.
The male turned his head to face Ruel, who was smiling widely. "Where's your next class, babe? I'll take you to it."
As Wesley began to answer, he was cut off by someone else. "Ruel, hands off the new kid!" A teacher shouted as the pair passed the classroom.
Ruel put his hands up in defense, as the teacher glared at him. "I'm still not allowed to touch anyone." He huffed, "anyways, do you need help with your next class?"
"Even if he does, you shouldn't be the one taking him." A voice said from the other side of Wesley.
Wesley turned his head to come dangerously close to Paris' face. His nose brushed against the others. "Oh, hi," Wes whispered, backing up a bit from Paris, who smiled at the cute male.
"No," Ruel whined out. "I want some time with him."
Paris rolled his eyes, "spend more time with Seth." He commented, wrapping an arm around Wes's waist, pulling the smaller into his side.
Ruel let out another whine, "I can't, I'll get in trouble."
"You'll get in trouble being with us," Paris spoke.
"That sounds very hot, I'd loved to get in trouble with you two." Ruel winked, placing his arm back over Wesley's shoulder, "Where's your next class?" He asked.
The statement made Paris scoff, "Doesn't matter, you're not taking him there."
"Afraid I'm going to steal him?" Ruel asked tautly, making Paris's grip on Wesley's waist tighten. "You can't keep him to yourself forever, Paris." Ruel added, a smirk on his face, "I'll see you later Wes."
Ruel removed his arm from Wesley's shoulder and turned around heading the other way down the hall, disappearing around the corner.
Once Ruel was out of sight, Paris let out a sigh and loosened his grip on Wes. "I'm sorry," Was the first thing out of Paris' mouth, "Ruel is a charmer, I got a little worried."
"I'm not an object." Wesley commented, "Being talked about like I'm not in the conversation, treating me like a prize and not a human."
Paris nodded, removing his hand from Wesley's waist. "You're right and I'm sorry. I guess I have a hard time understanding boundaries."
