He wears high heels

Chapter 1

Dion Lacriox walked through the halls of Oakland Academy like he owned them, and in a way, he did.

The guy was always surprisingly the first person (besides the teachers of course) to reach school, he had his own set of rules he followed no matter what, so his idiot ass reached school at 6 30 every morning when classes started at 7 30. Usually, he spent his mornings in the basketball court in the school gym, he had gotten keys from the janitor specially for his early morning practice, and for his late evening "practice" too. Well to support him, during the mornings he did practice diligently, but in the evenings, he practiced something that was to him, equally important as basketball.

If it wasnt clear, he had sex, he had sex in the basketball court during the evening which is idiocy, but brave at the same time. The worst part is, women do agree to do it in the court, which makes me wonder how many times the basketball hits the floor on dried cum. Okay maybe we are straying away from the topic of Mr. Lacriox arriving to school very, and I mean very early.

After Dion was done with his early morning practice, he changed into his uniform and made it to class late which really defeats the purpose of coming to school early.

Dion's muscular everything graced the hallways of the school as he walked with silent confidence. He was wearing his usual grey hoodie with jeans underneath, which certainly wasnt the most imaginative of clothes but he made it work because he was Dion Lacriox.

Once again people stopped just to get a glance at his perfectly sculpted jawline which could probably cut through a block of obsidian. Maybe working out does pay off, huh.

He lazily made his way over to his first class of the morning, Science. Oh how that man despised science, it wasnt because he found it difficult, oh no ofcourse not. He hated science because he hated writing notes, that was the only reason why.

He ignored every person who felt lucky enough to strike up a conversation with him and instead shoved them out the way with only goal in mind; reach class without having to interact with a single person

Dion entered his class 5 minutes late and lazily gestured a wave to the teacher

"sorry Im late again tea-"

Before he could continue his very insincere apology, his eyes landed on some standing infront of the class who was now staring at him along with the rest of the class.

The boy was facing the class with a nervous smile, seems like he was in the middle of talking. Dion had never seen him around before so he was obviously new.

In the first few seconds of seeing him, Dion didn't really care at all about him, that was just until his eyes landed on his body.

The boy was wearing a white button up shirt, normal, except for the fact that he wore a pink laced corset over it. He wore black jeans and black....were those stilettos?

The Teacher was the first person to speak in the dead silence of the room

The short, plumpy old teacher spoke in her usual cigar hoarse tone. She coughed and gestured Dion to step inside

"Dion, congrats on making it to class 5 minutes late, which is a huge improvement to your usual 20 minutes" She said in a sarcastic tone which elicited a small muffled laugh from the new student

the boy quickly covered his mouth and just stared at Dion, who was now full on scowling at him.

Dion spoke in a low tone, addressing the teacher even though he was still glaring right at the new boy.

"Dont worry teach, I wont make this a usual thing, I felt especially generous today" He said with a hateful smile and slowly stepped forward towards the new student, now completely ignoring the teacher who was still beside the the boy.