Forbidden Love [BxB]

Chapter 3

***Trigger warning: Homophobia, Violence, SA.***

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"Who wants to have a taste first?"

Suddenly, laughter erupted from a good portion of the students, its disturbing echo reverberating throughout the class. The other half of the students remained silent, their heads lowered in shock and fear.

I tried to free myself from Parsa's grip, wriggling and attempting to pull away, but his hold was tight and wouldn't budge, making me more panicked than before. "Let go of me!" I screamed.

"I wanted to let him be for a few days, but..." Yousef stepped closer to both me and  Parsa. "I'd like to have him," he said simply, with a sinister grin stretching across his face.

Parsa pushed me into Yousef's hands effortlessly, and he responded with a nonchalant attitude. "Sure."

I pushed Yousef away from me as my heart was jumping out of my chest. "I'm not a freaking object for you guys to have fun with!"

They all burst into laughter one more time, filling the room with their ominous laughter. The atmosphere was stifling, pushing me to my limits as I found it difficult to breathe and felt overcome with a sickening sensation in the pit of my stomach.

I yanked the stuff on other desks on the floor, yelling in fear while glaring at Yousef. "Don't even dare... t-touch me!"

Yousef's grin grew wider as he continued to stare at me. His eyes seemed to pierce right through my body as he licked his lips. "The more defiant you are," he said, his voice low and hoarse, but still filled with wicked intent. "The more amusing it is to tame..."

Pervert!...

Parsa relaxed in his seat and crossed his arms, propping his legs up on his desk. He seemed uninterested and looked away as he sighed and mumbled something to himself. "I'm not interested in your weird doings," he eventually said, his tone implying that he wanted nothing to do with it. "Just keep him away from me."

"You-"

My words were cut off by the teacher walking inside. "Ugh! What's going on here again?! Everyone sit down before I lose my temper!"

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As lunch break rolled around, Yousef stood over our desk, leaning his palms against it with a smug grin on his face. "You and I need to go somewhere," he declared, his tone threatening and menacing.

I glared at him, determined not to cave into his demands. "I'm not going anywhere with you..."

He chuckled and gripped my arm, effortlessly dragging me away while I heaved and pulled back my body as best I could. "Playing hard to get, huh?"

"I said, No!... Let go of me!"

My eyes darted around the room in desperation to find help, but no one seemed to pay attention to our ordeal. Everyone ignored us as though we were invisible.

My gaze quickly shifted to Parsa, who was staring at the situation with a seemingly unbothered look. "Hey!" My voice was laced with frustration and fear as I tried to reach him. "Help me, you asshat!"

However, he smirked and lifted up his hand, stretching his middle finger directly in my direction as a menacing grin engulfed his face.

He dragged me to the restroom in the far-off corner of the yard, away from the building and the eyes of others. Once we were inside, he thrust me against the nearest wall, pinning me in place. "Stop throwing these tantrums!" he spat out angrily.