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"So, how do I do this?" Wesley asked, pointing at a question. Seth leaned over, trying to read what was on the paper. He let out a groan, grabbing the leg of desk and pulling it towards him.
He then grabbed the paper and moved it in his direction, allowing him to properly read it. "Ah, okay, this is pretty simple..." Seth started as he explained the meaning of the question.
Wes nodded his head, biting his lower lip and peeling off a bit of dead skin. "Oh, okay. Thanks."
And that's how most of the class went, but towards the end the air felt different. Seth was leaning a bit closer, brushing his hand against the others when reaching for the paper. Although the actions seemed innocent, the hand that slowly found it's way to Wesley's thigh and rested there as he fondly stared at Wesley who was reading over the work.
The hand went unnoticed by Wes as he focused on the worksheet. It wasn't until he felt the hand squeeze the soft flesh that he jumped in his seat. "Oh shit." Wesley spoke, grabbing the hand that was placed on his thigh and removing it.
"Your thighs are so squishy." Seth replied, leaning back into his seat. "Class is almost over, do you want to head back to my dorm?" He asked, leaning towards Wesley again.
Wes pulled back a bit, "To do what?" He asked.
"Extra curricular activities." Seth replied, sending a wink.
The comment made Wesley's cheeks collect a small hue of pink, "Oh well, then no." He replied, right as the bell rang for dismissal.
Wesley was quick to collect his items and rise from his seat, he was quick to escape the room, leaving Seth behind. "Wǒ xǐhuān zhuīzhú," He spoke to himself leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.
Meanwhile, Wes was rushing the halls, ready to head back to his dorms to allow him space to breathe and calm his racing heart. As he was turning a corner, his body collided with another, the impact sent him flying down landing on the person's body.
Wesley was quick to get up, meeting the cold blue eyes that made his skin crawl with goosebumps. "I'm getting really sick of you." He spoke, standing up and glaring down Wes.
"I'm sorry." Wesley replied.
"I don't care, just stay away from me. You may be able to trick my friends, but you can't trick me." Christopher said, "I don't want to be your friend, I don't want to be near you." He spat as he began to walk away.
It took a moment, before Wesley followed him down the hall, "What did I do to make you hate me?" He asked, raising his voice a bit, although it was still timid.
"You think I care enough to hate you?" Chris asked, almost laughing at the idea of caring about someone. "I don't want you near me, I don't trust you. This has nothing to do with hate. For some reason my friends seem to have gotten fond of you, but I don't get it. You're nothing special, you must be manipulativing them."
