when stuart gets kidnapped by the mafia in the middle of class, their entire life falls to pieces. but the gang has a lot more secrets than first expected.
Have you ever wondered to yourself what life would be like if you could have everything you wanted? Because Stuart sure has.
Sitting in a hot math class, sweating through a sheer formal shirt, Stuart was fantasizing about their perfect life instead of taking notes. The teachers repetitive droning on turned into white noise as a white picket fence life was created in their mind.
A few kids, a dog, family barbecues, welcoming neighbours, all centred around one man.
Well technically speaking, boy.
Charlie.
A straight A student, soccer player, and one of the most popular boys in the class, he was an absolute prize package. With ocean blue eyes and fluffy brown windswept hair(I genuinely have no idea what he looks like) it was surprising all the girls weren't drooling at his feet.
Stuart was pulled so fast back into reality they virtually got whiplash. The culprit of their ruined daydream was no other than Mr perfect. With a featherlight touch on their arm Dora had no air left in their lungs, all attention focused on where his fingers connected with their bare arm.
"-isn't even going to be on the exam... are you listening?" Dora was completely ignoring everything coming out of charlie's mouth, just focused on how his wet, juicy lips puckered and stretched with the annunciation of each word. They wanted nothing more in that moment to destroy his lips with his own.
A hand waved across Stuart's face pulling them away from their thoughts
"Helloooo earth to Stuart"
Charlie had leaned in dangerously close, trying to gain their attention.
"Y-yeah sorry what did you say?" Stuart stuttered out a rosy blush creeping its way across their cheeks.
Charlie let out a small chuckle, ducking his head down to hide his smirk with his dark locks.
"I was saying, Mr Bdog asked us to get into pairs" he lifted his head and gestured around him to the rest of the class getting up and moving chairs. Stuart twisted in their chair to look behind Charlie's head.
He was met with 2 matching devil-may-care smirks from across the classroom. Stuart blushed a shade darker under his friends knowing glances between them and the boy patiently waiting for his attention.
The two people glancing back at him were their self appointed wing men. The girl was tall and lean, with olive-green eyes framed by dark lashes. She had long hair that was neatly tucked behind her ears into a low ponytail, two black strands left out to frame her pale face.
The person sitting across from her was partially obstructed by a ruly mane of curly brown hair. A glimpse of dark green eyes could be seen from the angle Stuart was watching them. They had freckles like constellations of stars across their milky skin that you could stare at for hours.
Their names were Hannah and Milo. The two of them were a force to be reckoned with. In class together they never stop talking, whispering and giggling talking about god knows what, or more likely, who.
Mr Bdog walked through the rows of children, handing out sheets to complete with your partner. Dora, being one of the smartest kids in class, breezed through the sheet with Charlie helping him.
All was well in the classroom.
That was until a siren blared out shocking everyone out of their seats.
