Destined... | Anthony 'Ant' Vaugn

010 Betrayal

Bin Chicken 
Part 2 

We're sitting in SLTS, waiting for Miss to start the lesson. The faint hum of chatter fills the room, a soft background noise punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. I'm leaning back in my chair, my legs lazily draped over Ant's lap. The dim fluorescent lighting casts a mellow glow, reflecting off the silver of my jewellery.

"Hey, you changed your jewellery," Ant observes, his eyes dropping to my hands. His gaze lingers on the ring and bracelet he gave me. I nod slightly, touching the bracelet and then the ring, the cool metal bringing a small smile to my lips. Ant smiles back, a soft look in his eyes, and lightly pushes my shoulder. I shove him back with a laugh, the comfortable ease between us as familiar as breathing.

Jojo steps to the front of the room, her voice cutting through the ambient noise. "So, remember peeps, this isn't a guessing game. It's an exercise in normalising our what?" Her tone is firm but not unkind, and she waits patiently, ensuring she has everyone's attention.

"Wants and needs," the class responds in near unison.

I glance at Ant. His hand absentmindedly plays with the hem of my jumper, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric. He looks at me and smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of my head. My stomach flips at the gesture, but I keep my expression neutral. We're not really hiding our relationship from anyone, though we haven't officially told anyone either. It doesn't feel like much of a change—our touches were always casual, even when we were just friends. To everyone else, it's just business as usual.

"That's right," Jojo continues, her tone brooking no argument. "I don't want to hear any shaming. Am I clear?"

A murmur of agreement passes through the room.

"Alright, who's first? Angie?" Jojo's eyes land on me, and I stiffen slightly. Taking a breath, I nod and stand, making my way to the box at the front. I reach in, my fingers brushing the folded slips of paper before pulling one out.

"I have to know the person properly before I have sex with them," I read aloud, my voice steady. I place the slip beside the box and return to my seat.

"Very good and very common," Jojo says encouragingly.

Sasha walks up next, picking a paper from the box. Meanwhile, Ant lifts my legs and places them back on his lap, resuming his habitual fiddling with my jumper hem. It's a small thing, but his touch steadies me.

"I can only cum to house music," Sasha reads, deadpan. The class erupts into laughter, and I snort, shooting a glance at Ant. He smirks and lightly hits my arm.

"That's Ant," Spider and I say at the same time. Spider throws me a questioning look, his eyebrow arched. I just laugh.

"Yeah, so what if it is?" Ant says, throwing his arms up in mock defiance.

"Respect, bro," Spider replies with a fist bump. "As long as you're not fucking my sister."

Missy snorts. "Too late," she says, her voice dripping with faux innocence.

Spider glares at her. "What? I'm joking, Spider. Calm down," she adds quickly, glancing between Ant and me, her eyebrows arching suggestively.

Harper walks up next, her movements hesitant as she reaches into the box. She unfolds a slip and reads, "I am in love with someone, but I can't have him."

The room falls silent for a beat. Ant's eyes drop to me, his expression softening. I lean my head against his shoulder, feeling the weight of the moment settle over us. He tilts his head toward me, his breath warm against my ear.