"The course of true love never did run smooth." ~ William Shakespeare
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Kailani Hummel, an innocent small-town genderfluid teenager, gets sucked into a world that seems like only they can navigate in an attempt to save everyone they love. Will Qu...
A/N: We got some...mature content in here 😅👀...We all know Kailinn is a little freaky so, uhhh...kink warning?
Basically if I don't see one Wanky comment in here, I'm fighting you all. 😂
Sorry for mistakes and sorry if this is cringey!😅
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There were a lot of things Blaze Mason had overcome in life, but this had to be one of the hardest things he had ever done.
"I-I...I like your face...it's not...ugly?"
Oh, the pain. The real excruciating physical chest pains that Blaze felt when he noticed Paige Young's finely groomed fiery brow lift across her freckled face to question the sentence that had just waterfall embarrassingly out of his mouth.
"Well, that's...nice to know?" Paige giggled, licking her lips as a small smile formed. She clutched her books to her chest and leaned back against the lunch table behind her in the courtyard, tilting her head in the slightest as she watched a very obvious gay panic look cross Blaze Mason's face. "I happen to think you're cute too."
"C-Cute?" Blaze choked on his spit, eyes widening into dinner plates, as Paige chuckled, nodding her head. "I uh I-I didn't say..." He gulped, nervously laughing. "You're...I...Thanks."
"How was your winter break?" Paige asked, taking a second to glance towards the soccer table, before returning back to a very nervous Blaze in front of her and his adorable wide-eyed panicked look -- oh Paige was living for the cute gay panic he had every time she spoke to the football's water boy. "Didn't see you come by Taco Bell after your aunt got engaged to that Coster guy...you know. Miss seeing you when I'm at work. You always seemed to come by when I was on."
"Oh, well, uh...he's kinda...and she's, uh..."
"Blaze?" Paige chuckled, interrupting the boy's stuttering.
"Hm?" Blaze closed his mouth quickly, as the red head slipped off the table's top and ripped a corner of her notebook out. He watched her scribble on the crumbled paper for a moment, holding it out to him a second later. "What's this?"
"My number." Paige bit back a smile, tucking a few strands of her bright red hair behind her multiple piercing covered ears. "Text me. I'd love to talk when you can find your tongue. Can't do much without it. Especially if you're trying to flirt."
"I-I wasn't uh-" Blaze squeaked, stopping quickly when Paige giggled and patted his cheek, turning to walk away.
"Just text me, Bagel!"
Blaze turned and watched Paige walk away, sighing in disappointment as the girl continued to walk towards where her boyfriend was sitting. Ex-boyfriend? Blaze really wasn't sure. They had both been talking – attempting to at least – since the beginning of school that year and Blaze couldn't deny his growing crush on the fiery soccer player.
