Life, Death, or Love?

Chapter 2

The look on James' face could turn you to stone. 

Cherie burst out laughing, snorting a few seconds later. "Attractive," James says in sarcasm. 

Hayden found this funny, in fact Hayden was smirking. Xavier stood there with an unreadable expression on his face. Hayden walks up to James, holding a hand out for him to shake. "That movie was great," he winked. James shook his hand quickly and wiped it off on his jeans. 

"Uh, did I miss something?" Cherie asked. 

Hayden replied: "I watched a movie with James yesterday," he smirked. 

Cherie's jaw was practically on the ground. She looked around, seeming to look for an answer. She eventually blurted out, "James is a top-tier introvert! How are you alive?" Cherie screeched.

James quickly said, "I didn't kill him, Cher." 

Hayden looked shocked, but amused. "Am I really that special?" Hayden chuckled. 

"No, but can we leave now?" James asked. 

Nobody had noticed that Cherie was no longer at the soon-to-be crime scene. James asked Xavier but he simply shrugged, claiming to be too amused by Hayden and James' argument. 

Cherie came into view from behind the building and said "Guys," the three boys looked at her in confusion. "I can't take you guys today, something just came up." She sounded disturbed, but the boys shrugged it off and sent her home. 

Suddenly, Hayden eyed James and glanced between him and Hayden's car. 

James got the memo and said, "oh hell no!" And walked back into the flat, up to his room, leaving Xavier and Hayden behind. 

Sinking down on the couch, where he laid for a few minutes, he decided he should get everything ready for his classes on Monday. 

He took astronomy, being incredibly inspired by space and planets. He still wasn't very knowledgeable about it, though. 

Dropping his textbook in the middle of the hallway, he started cursing under his breath. 

He carefully placed the books back in his bag, and read the clock. 5:17 P.M.

He then started making dinner--but unfortunately for James, he couldn't cook for his life so he threw a Hot Pocket in the microwave. 

The week seemed to fly by, and suddenly it was Monday. 

"Oh shit!" James yelled, obviously late for his first day. 

He rushed through the double doors that had "Greenwell" Written on it in a lime green color. 

Swiftly running to his locker--which seemed to take forever to find--he read the number at the top. "348," he read. Putting in the combination, he threw the books in the locker and slammed it shut after grabbing his books. 

Sharply turning a corner to his first class, he stopped in his tracks just barely crashing against the man named Hayden. 

Before James could speak, Hayden's lips crashed into James'. 

Disturbed, James attempted to pull back but failed when Hayden found his hand on the back of James' neck, preventing him from pulling away. 

Hayden's lips moved quickly against James', while James worked perfectly in sync with his. 

Hayden's tongue licks James' bottom lip, asking for entrance. 

James willingly granted it, their tongues now massaging each other. 

It seemed to last forever, but it was only about 45 seconds. 

When they were about to pull apart to breathe, someone interrupted them with a deafening "Gross!" while taking a photo. 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

Short chapter, I know. Longer length next time. :)