Class of Mischief | APHMAU Mystreet AU DF#1

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Ivy felt her body freeze up, the man held her hips tighter, making her mad, trying to wriggle away. 'This guy..' she stomped her heel on his feet, making him grunt and shover her away as she stumbled back.

Some of his goons came close, helping him while others were pushing by the shoulder. "You know who this guy is, chick?" "No, and frankly he deserved that for touching me." Ivy glared at the guys who got ticked off by her overly stern tone, getting ready to slap her.

A hand grabbed the goon from behind his collar, pulling him back. "What the sh--" now it was the goon's turn to freeze up when he saw an icy glare dawning on him. The girl looked at the owner of the hand with shock. "Sorry sir, but playtime is over." That crooked smile, annoying tone of voice and authority--all too familiar to her. "S-sir you gotta understand this chi--" the goon couldn't finish his words when he was pulled back, landing onto his sleazy boss. "Oi, where is my security here? You blind to see these troublemakers?" He pointed to the group who were soon escorted off the dance floor--the club not even slowing down for a moment.

As the male moved towards Ivy, she looked to his eyes with surprise. "G-Gene..." he furrowed a brow at her, his icy gaze landing on her hand, reaching for it as she was shocked, heat running to her ears.

"Those guys must've really wanted to hook up with you, huh?" He traced his thumb over the reddish spot on her wrist, making her flustered.

Catching the situation, she gently moved her hands away, looking away. "Y'know the club owner didn't like this whole fiasco." "What do you me--" "why are you here, Ivy?" He asked, making her turn to face him, seeing the serious look he wore. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "W-what does that matter to you... I just... came with my friends."

Gene sighed, massaging his temples as he caught a glimpse of a familiar group moving to the door, looking around most likely for the girl in front of him. "Well. You need to get going.. unless you wanna come home with me?" She smacked his chest, blushing at the words as he chuckled, moving to the door as she sighed, following behind.

On their way home, they silently stood by the bus stop, waiting. Ivy slightly glanced at the guy beside her, seeing him properly enough to realize he was wearing a suit, silently texting his friends.

'He doesn't look bad on that suit... wait, why am I thinking about that?!' She turned to face the road, looking down as she tried to distract her thoughts away, twiddling with her thumbs. Gene turned to her, tilting his head. "Aren't princesses supposed to wear cutesy clothing? This looks... more like a hottie." He gestured to her body, making her blushed, hugging her chest.

"Still not my type though--" "I wasn't aiming to!" She pouted, making him chuckle, removing his coat and threw it towards her--fortunately catching it with her hand--and face.

Just as the bus came, Ivy had worn the coat and entered behind Gene, sitting on the same aisle. The ride was silent between them as they soon arrived near their street, getting off as the driver bid Gene goodnight. Ivy glanced at him due to the interaction. "You two friends or something?" She moved to the gate, entering with him in tow.

Gene rolled his eyes. "Well coming home around this time would be his shift so yeah, we pretty much became acquainted." He followed her in to see a dimly lit house--Ella resigning for the night.

The two ended up towards their room just across from one another. Ivy turned from her door, giving an analytic gaze to Gene who was about to enter his room--but felt heat on his back and turned around. He gave a questioning look and moved close to her. "What is it? Are you picking a fight?" He asked as she looked up at him, feeling smaller for no reason.

Gene reached a hand, cupping her face in one hand, making her cheeks squish her lips into a pout. "I wonder what that guy saw in you?" He hummed in thought, looking down at her dress. "Maybe your dress... or does he have a money tracker and it pointed to you." He tsked, moving his hand to her ear.

Ivy felt her face heating up, her ears slightly ringing from the touch, Gene's finger soon moving down to her neck down to her collarbone.

His fingers gently tracing her collarbone, slowly moving to her shoulders as he managed to inch by inch remove his coat from her frame, catching it with his free hand. Ivy inhaled a breath as she looked to his eyes, showing an unfamiliar gaze to Gene, making him amused.

He moved the hand up, pulling her chin up to properly face him, his thumb caressing her soft lips. "Hnn... guess we can never know, huh?" His lips formed a smirk, seeing her slightly hazy eyes. Gene moved away and patted her head before moving away to his room. Leaving Ivy to contemplate alone in the hall.

'What did he do... to me...'