Hot Mess | Schlatt x Graves

Chapter 1: The Beginning

It was 9:00 in the morning, the sun shone on the side of the bus as I was departing my way to New York. It was nerve-wracking, but I was a little excited to see what the new life had in store for little ol' me.

The bus halted, the doors swinging open as the driver called, "New York stoppers here." I began to fumble around, grabbing my bags and awkwardly shuffling to the front of the bus. When I got up to the front, I smirked and tipped the bus driver courteously.

With my bags in hand, I walked over to my new home. It glowed with that fancy and new look and right then and there, I knew that something was different here in the Empire State. 
I was new to a school known as "New York High" and a lot of really famous and powerful people supposedly went to this school.
Knowing this, I doubt anyone would EVER want to be friends with a dork like me. Suddenly, my military career doesn't feel so big anymore. God, I'm nervous.

I began to walk inside my home, seeing the way that my mom Kamala had set up my home. Despite her and I being parallel in every way, she and I loved interior decorating. I smirked while brushing my hand on the couch, God. I miss my mom in a sick and twisted way. 
My last bag had been unpacked at 8 o'clock at NIGHT, and my god, I was tired. 
I walked into my darkened kitchen, the smell of the outdoors seeping through my cracked window. I began to rumble and rummage through my fridge, my very depressing fridge. I managed to grab something to sooth my aching stomach.
As I began to prepare my meal, suddenly, a feeling overwhelmed me so suddenly. A feeling that I, Phillip Graves, was being watched. I looked behind my shoulder, piercing my lips out so maybe the potential stalker would be weirded out and go home but no, it lingered.

I held up my peanut-butter covered knife, my hands shaking. "Who's there? What do you want with me?" My voice creaked as I begged the torment to end and for the true villain to reveal him or herself. Nothing but dark night surrounded me until outside my window, a voice spoke to me.
"Well... well.. well. Someone FINALLY moved into this old dump of a house." The accent was... definitely from New York. Sounds like a native accent to the region! I turned around and saw from the moonlight, a shadow of a man with mutton chops and a Yankees cap on. He looked relatively tame, though I'd be the judge of THAT.
"Who are you???" I asked, sounding astonished someone had the guts and balls to be at my window at 8 o'clock, and while I'm cooking no less. The man just snickered, his hand expressively covering his mouth as his attractive and sexy grimace compelled me to no longer feel mad sat him.
"Let's just say, I'm the man of the hour and the life..... of any party around here." His voice dragged out the important words, emphaizing that he was the life and the real fun of New York. I didn't know what to say, it was as if time itself had stopped whenever my eyes locked with his brown orbs. His attitude turned my fierceness into shyness and submission. I sighed, finally admitting my defeat. "What is happening? This house is nice, what do you mean dump??"

His eyes changed colors?? I think... the once brown orbs turned into a golden yellow more. 
"This place... has history. It used to be my father's home before we struck gold and married wealthy. My dads are Joe Pesci and Dr. Cullen, some powerful men which in turn, made me even more.... powerful... so to speak." His status was high, I shouldn't test my luck with being on his good side. I snickered, "You're powerful... I like powerful men."
The man laughed, his teeth glowing almost in the pale light. "I can tell doll... speaking of names, shall I keep calling you doll or..?"
Oh!! That was a sign for me to SHARE MY NAME! I awkwardly rubbed my arm, "I'm Phillip Graves. Used to be a commander in the US Military... sorry if that's random." The man revealed his name to be Jared.... Jared Schlattington. The minute he revealed his last name, I knew what I was in for. That name was on the outside of the school district, could he be in any relation to the founder or..? Schlatt looked at me, his eyes glazing over my hips for a moment.

"Wow.... I see..... you.. you're probably powerful like me? But in different ways, I like your moxxie. Can't wait to play..." I began to blushed, laughing under my breath like the damn fool he made me. I looked off into the distance behind him, noticing he was propped up against my window sill like this was an old fashioned romance. I laughed, "God... I mean!! Erm, sorry schlattie." He snickered at my nickname for him, biting his lip. "Schlattie? Oh I like that, and hey? Maybe I'll discuss some things with you later..... phil..."

I got goosebumps, nodding like a damn mindless creature. He didn't know the effect he had on me but, I wanted to know more on him. He was this fascinating man who just... lit up my world. God.

Okay Jared Schlattington,


We'll find out how you are.