Tempting Fate

Chapter Three

(Azriels pov)

"Damn man, what took you so long?" Shane asked as I joined them at our usual lunch table.

"I had to take a piss," I said, lying as I picked up a fry from my lunch tray, dipping it in ketchup before eating it.

"Were you picking on Casyn again?" Damian asked.

Everyone's attention turned to me, waiting for me to reply. I ran my fingers through my curly brown hair, giving him an annoyed look before finally answering.

"And if I was?"

"Jesus man. What did he ever do to you?" Damian asked.

"Do you have something to say to me?" I asked.

"Don't you think you're taking this a little too far?"

"Why do you care so much, Damian? Whatever Azriel decides to do to that little wimp is his choice. Besides, don't you think it's a little hypocritical of you to bug him all the time when you used to bully that same kid as well?" Shane said.

"That's different and you know it, Shane. We were in first grade and I used to pick at him for screaming at a bug that was on him. Azriel is actually beating him up, and doing much more than just poking fun at someone," Damian said, his tone far from being calm.

"Can we just fucking drop this?" I said, my voice echoing through the cafeteria, grabbing the attention of the tables that were close by.

"Whatever, man," Damian said, standing from the table, grabbing his tray as he stormed off.

"What is his deal lately?" Shane said, sounding irritated.

"Who fucking knows? He's been getting on my nerves lately."

For the past few weeks, Damian has begun to notice just how much I've been fucking with Casyn. He even had the balls to stop me one day when I was smacking Casyn around.

"Maybe he's like in love with the small fry or something," Shane said, snickering.

I couldn't help but chuckle at Shane's remark before we finished off our lunch in silence. The longer we sat in silence, the more my brain was over thinking. Now that I had time to think about it, I had never seen either one of them with a girlfriend before.

Hell, barely anyone even took time to notice Casyn. The three of us were probably the only ones who even took time to acknowledge his existence. He ought to feel grateful that I'm taking the time to acknowledge his pathetic ass.

"Yo Azriel," Shane said, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Yeah?" I asked. Looking around to see that most of the other students had cleared out of the cafeteria already.

"Lunch is over. You good? You were pretty zoned out for a while."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got lost in thought is all," I said, standing from my seat, grabbing my tray as Shane and I walked to the trash can, dumping what remained of our lunch.

"So, who do you have next?" Shane asked.

"Mr. Johnson. You have Mrs. Trotter next, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Heads up. She's giving out a surprise test today."

"Fuck me, man," Shane grumbled under his breath.

We walked further down the hallway, going towards our locker, when we saw Damian and Casyn together. It looked like they were in the middle of a serious conversation. Damian met my curious gaze before saying something to Casyn. Casyn turned to give me a quick glance before the pair walked away in the opposite direction.

"Wonder what that was about?" Shane asked, sounding as curious as I did.

"Hell if I know. Maybe your theory about them being secret lovers is true," I said, as we both started laughing.

"Hey look, if Damian wants to swing that way, he could have at least picked someone better looking," Shane said.

I have him a quick 'yeah' before rolling my eyes once I was behind the safety of my locker door. For once, I couldn't agree with Shane. Casyn wasn't ugly, hell he was far from it. He had wavy blonde hair that always got in his eyes, pale blue eyes that seemed to glow in the right lighting. That's one thing I loved about him, the way his blue eyes looked when I was around, that scared look they hold whenever he sees or looks at me. Just thinking about it makes my heart race with excitement.

Now, before you say anything. I'm not gay, no chance in hell I was gay. I have probably fucked half of the girls in this school by now, but there was something about Casyn. He was starting to become an obsession with me. The first time I noticed him was when we were in our freshman year of highschool.

We had art class together that whole year. I sat in the row next to him, so I had a constant view of him. His art was beautiful. I had to give him that much. He was a dammed good artist, but that's not what caught my eye. The first thing that caught my eyes was how his long, slender fingers delicately held a paintbrush, or that far off look he had on his face when he was sketching.

Something about the way he looked so delicate, like the beautiful fine china that was displayed so proudly on a shelf, caught my eye. It started off with just watching him, feeling intrigued by him. Then that soon turned to small conversations with him here and there. Then one day I saw him pressed up against one of the lockers by some douche bag jock, claiming Casyn had been hitting on his girl, which was far from the truth.

Casyn happened to notice me watching the scene, and that's when I saw it for the first time, that erotic look of fear in his eyes, something about his eyes that were screaming out for help, flipped a switch in me that day.

After that day, I went from being a friendly figure in his eyes. To being the something he feared now, I couldn't help the sinister smile that formed on my face as I thought about what I should do next to him.