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𝘝𝘰𝘥𝘬𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴

The daydream starts back up. Like usual.

I can't even prevent it. I sit behind him in our home Economics class... (A little surprised to see him attending to be honest.)

His hair... It's short, not short enough to be a buzz cut, but not long enough to cover much of his face...

It fits him beautifully.

It makes me want to reach out and-

NO! Bad Jay! You're straight. This is wrong.

... So then why doesn't it feel like that?
But... That's beside the point, the point is the daydreams.

Me and him... We're sitting in his house...

"Jay." He says. "Go grab us a bottle of vodka. On the fridge."

I stand to go, retrieving the bottle... But he's already right behind me. Hands on my hips. His grip is gentle, and light. Out of character completely for this rage filled man.

He leans his handsome face down as he kisses my cheek gently...

Soft. Soft. Something he isn't...
But in my mind, he's soft for me and me only...

"Jay." I freeze in my seat, feeling the colour pale from my face before I flush.
"Stop staring. I can feel you watching me." Rox grumbles out, head leaning back, feet up on his desk as he pretends to listen to the damn teacher.

"... Sorry." My voice is soft as I whisper back. Sighing.

My head falls to the cold desk in front of me. The embarrassment I feel is nothing compared to the confusion.

Why can't I just... Understand?
Huh?

... My hands slip beneath my T-shirt, wrapping around my warm, bare skin. My hands morph into his, hugging me...

I just... Want this...

... Whatever...

The teacher calls me up to the front after class to talk to me about slipping grades.
She says simply "He your damn grades up Jay. Do you need a tutor or something?"

... I've been so distracted thinking about Rox, that I guess I've begun to neglect my studies.

Without enev thinking, my head nods in agreement and she sighs. Nodding her head in return. Eyes drifting to the papers on her desk before she shoos me out the door.

Great. Now I have to deal with a tutor. Just what I needed.