Sticking two hot heads who've had it out for each other since day one didn't seem smart. But yet that's exactly what happens. Roman and Will didn't "click" together, the closest they were to having something in common was their swim team and their n...
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"Fucking finally." Roman let out a contented groan of happiness as they finally reached the end of their "bonding" exercise. It was mainly an excuse to insult each other while learning what the other's favorite color was.
"Is bonding with me really that hard?" Will questioned. The blond input the code into the box and opened it, revealing a simple keycard. It was almost mocking them that they had to go through all that just for a card. Just 58 days left of this, he thought while shaking his head.
"Yes, you get on my nerves."
"Oh, was talking about your past pets a trigger for you?" The boy's exercise for today was to talk about past pets. Will spoke about his beloved cat he loved to death. Then Roman began spitting out nonsense about the snails he'd adopted in his years. Of course, every single one of them ended up dead from him stepping on them or forgetting them in his backpack. Will berated him about being so careless, insinuating another argument. Roman began ranting about how horrible cats are and their needy yet dismissive behavior. Will insulted Roman that he acted like a cat, which he took much offense to.
Nonetheless, it was finally done, and both were glad. "Fuck off," Roman snarled.
"I would if you didn't fucking force me into this house." Will was still bitter, especially when Roman made fun of his cat.
Roman rolled his eyes before he stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning slowly at Will. "What makes you think I want to be here with you?"
Will tried to get past him, but he didn't budge, and he huffed, "You practically begged the principal too."
"She's definitely begging for something," Roman smirked, tapping his crotch, and Will scrunched his nose in disgust.
"You're fucking disgusting. Do you have any respect?"
"You're not in charge of me," Roman growled, enticing a glare from Will and his hand on his chest. He applied enough pressure on the raven-headed boy's chest to push him to the wall.
"Not everything's about you, asshole."
He gritted out, "Not everything's about you." Out of everyone Roman knew, himself included, Will was solely self-centered. He acted as if he revolved around the whole world, and if anyone else did, he would fucking make sure they weren't or even thought so.
"It just might be." He crossed his arms, the two stuck in the hallway, too busy glaring.
"Oh, how the golden boy thinks, ladies and gentlemen." He mocked.
"I don't know why you think being a fuck up is better." He smirked.
They withered at each other before their hands grabbed each other's shirts, ready to punch the shit out of each other as they put their fists up. They would do absolutely anything in this world just for a fight. Will tensed his jaw as Roman clenched his fist harder.
