Hating Game [BoyxBoy]

"Are you flirting?"

Chapter 9: “Are you flirting?”

What to do when the whole school in anticipating for the biggest battle between you and your enemy when you're secretly having a romantic relationship with that said enemy?

Hawthorne was at loss. He was pacing up and down the dorm room while throwing daggers at Railings who was finding everything amusing. He was really childish. Hawthorne thought as he scolded him.

“I didn't know Brian would tell the whole world!” Railings' argued in his defense. While he tried to maintain his serious posture, he was evidently laughing which caused Hawthorne to huff.

“You know how they're always like, now tell me Mr Big Head. How are we going to cover this up?” He stopped on his tracks, placing his hands on his waist.

Railings tilted his head, “How did I turn into a Big Head Mr?”

“Focus.” He glared at him.

Railings raised his hands surrendering. Honestly, he wasn't a bit troubled about the rumors. They didn't have to entertain a bunch of school kids who were locked up in a boarding school, bored and waiting for entertainment of throwing punches and exchanging insults. Weren't they a bit tired for that?

Weren't they supposed to be looking forward to  Halloween then get excited about the coming winter break?

Were they really that bored?

“How about we go and punch each other down the hallway and call it a day?” Railings told Hawthorne.

Even though he wasn't a bit worried about a bunch of bored school kids, he saw how anxious Hawthorne was about the rumors and he didn't like that at all.

“What?” Hawthorne looked at him.

Railings leaned forward to grab the shorter male's hand then he pulled him between his thigh while he muttered a soft ‘come here’. He took his hand and placed it on his cheek. “I said you can just punch me then we'll call it a day. I'm sure they'll be convinced about us being at each other's throats.”

Hawthorne's eyes soften, “You must be insane, how can I punch you?”

“Then what can we do? I don't want to see you so anxious because of these punks.” Railings' really had no filter when it came to insults.

Hawthorne remembered how these insults were once directed towards him. He was once called all types of names by the taller male. But he won't lie, he also had his fair share of insulting Railings.

Bending down a little, he kissed. Railings on the lips. When he was about to pull away, the taller pulled him closer and the kiss lasted a few seconds longer before they pulled away.

“We haven't established something. It's been a while but you still call me like I'm your enemy or something, mate, let's change how we address each other.” It was Railings who proposed that.

Hawthorne nodded. “Then I should call you what? Eiluned? Your name is really weird to call.”

“Luned will be alright.” It's like he had thought it through before.

Luned. Eiluned which means  “moon" or "shining one" in Welsh.

“Who gave you the name Eiluned? I'm sure someone cannot just come up with such a name for a child. It's such a very rare name.” Hawthorne was still settled between Railings' thighs.

Railings chuckled, “My great-grandparents came up with the name. It's very feminine, apparently it's related to the Welsh words “eiliwn” (“luminescence") and "lleuad" ("moon”)  and the word eluned is a meaning for lunar radiance. I was very unlucky to be the first child.”