The Prince's Captain (Garroth X Laurance)

[Old wounds]

The stars shone brightly late into the night, contrasting the dark sky. Dante's house remained pitch black, except for the dim candlelight that glowed from under his bedroom door.

Nicole giggled flirtatiously as she pushed him back against the bed frame and let her hands roam over his torso. Dante laughed into her mouth, kissing the corner of her lips and making her grin. She'd never been touched like this before.

She pulled away suddenly, remembering something important and sat up straight on the edge of the bed.

"What time is it?" She asked, and he groaned as he reached for his bedside table, checking his phone.

"It's almost midnight." He replied, rubbing a hand down the back of his neck bashfully, trying not to smile at her sudden panic.

"Shit! I need to be home by 12! See you in class tomorrow babe!"  She jumped off of the bed and rushed towards the door, grabbing her shoes at the last moment before leaving with a kiss goodbye. 

Dante couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he lay on the bed, his heart fluttering with excitement as he replayed the night over in his head again.

He yawned, tiredly reaching over to check his phone. He had two unread messages in his inbox. One was from Travis, asking about schoolwork. The other was from Kawaii~Chan. It read "goodnight sweetie" with three pink love hearts.

He felt a slight sense of guilt as he read her text, but still couldn't bring himself to care as much as he should. He turned his phone off and rolled his body over in a singular movement, before falling into a deep slumber.

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[Katelyn>>>Garroth] Tuesday September 27th, 7:05am.

Katelyn: are you meeting up with Laurance after school today?

Garroth: Yeah. We're going to work on the project.

Katelyn: probably won't see you at school today since we don't have classes together, so good luck.

Garroth: Thanks Katelyn.

The day passed very slowly, leaving Garroth with a lot of time to overthink. Eventually afternoon arrived. He checked his watch as nerves began to settle in his stomach. It was 4pm and he was standing outside the doors to the library. Inside sat Laurance Zvahl who was currently setting up his laptop.

The Ro'meave exhaled, "Don't mess this up Garroth." He muttered to himself, before entering the quiet building.

Laurance glanced over his shoulder at the door, raising an eyebrow curiously. Seeing Garroth, he turned his attention back to the screen, typing something quickly on his computer. The older boy made his way over to the desk Laurance was seated at, placing his belongings on the opposite end.

"Hey."  Garroth greeted casually, trying to sound nonchalant. Laurance looked up from his screen, giving the other a minuscule smile, "Hey there." He replied, breaking eye contact at least twice.

Neither was sure if they should continue the conversation, but neither seemed to want to end it either. They fell into a silence, before Garroth eventually decided to bring up the task at hand.

"What book do you have there?" He asked, gesturing towards the thick textbook beside his laptop. Laurance gave a small shrug, turning the page slowly, "Something about the Colosseum... or... something." The soccer captain muttered, clearly having no idea what he was reading about.

After a few long moments of silence, Laurance let out a slight chuckle and closed the book.

"It hasn't been much help."  He explained, glancing at Garroth through his enviously long eyelashes. He found himself mesmerised by the other's bright blue eyes, looking away once he caught himself staring at the blonde. Laurance felt his face flush slightly, knowing the other boy had definitely noticed that. He was proven right when Garroth chuckled softly out of nowhere.