In the bustling Halls of Whitmore High School were social lines are drawn in thick, black ink, Aziel Dunfee and James Tuffin are about to find their world collide in ways neither could have anticipated.
Aziel Dunfee is a quintessential bad boy, a c...
Why the fuck, am I in front of James Tuffins house..
Not only is he popular, smart, and a star fucking boxer,.. He's loaded..
I feel out of place at the front door of a beautiful mansion, dressed in black and white, tall windows and blackstone pillars. The longest drive way through you could ever imagine , huge rounded shape trees, surrounding the house. There's a water fountain, with a baby angel in the middle spouting water from its mouth, overall the aura of this home is terrifying..
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The door opens.
"Aziel ! Hey. Come in." He greets me warmly
"Thanks.." I walk in, feeling a bit insecure.
"Sorry, if the house was hard to find, this neighbourhood is kinda confusing.." He assures me, his hands rubbing his neck again.
"Hard to find? I was fucking lost.."
He laughs at my remark, covering his mouth.
" Yeah, let me get you some slippers." He goes to a nearby closet, grabbing a pair of white slippers, handing it to me.
"Slippers? I can just take off my shoes?" I cock an eyebrow at him.
"The floor is dirty?.." He says confused as if the floor isn't marble and sparking clean.
The proximity of Aziel, combined with the intensity of his gaze, is making my heart race. It wasn't just the close physical distance—it was the way he seemed to be studying every flicker of my expression, as if trying to read something hidden beneath the surface.
"I-I really think this is a bad idea. I mean, we should—" I feel the wall on my back. My heart drops as i look back at him, what the fuck is he doing...im fucked.
"You're so cute when you get flustered. I can see how fast your heart is beating. It's like you're trying to hide something. Does mister class president have a little secret?~"
A shiver raced down my spine. Aziel's breath is warm and tantalizing against my ear, and I'm struggling to maintain my composure. my palms are sweaty, and my face feels as though it were on fire. Our closeness is overwhelming, and every whispered word seemed to push against my resolve.
" Wait--I-I need a moment to,... myself". He's doing this on purpose, i swear he's teasing me on purpose..
"Sure thing, James. Take your time." He grins, that sick, hot, grin and lets me out of the cage he trapped me in.
I quickly step away, almost stumbling as I hurried towards the bathroom, my steps betraying my inner turmoil.
Once the bathroom door clicked shut behind me, I lean against the cool surface of the sink, trying to regain control over my racing heart. my reflection in the mirror is a portrait of nervous tension, flushed cheeks stark against my pale skin. I splash cold water on my face repeatedly, trying to cool the heat that had spread through me.
"Just calm down. It's just Aziel. You've faced tougher situations in the ring." I look at my dripping face and giving myself a pep talk.
Taking deep, deliberate breaths, focusing on the rhythmic rise and fall of my chest. I understand that my reaction was simply due to an unexpected situation, and that i need to maintain control. The flush on my face, though, is still hard to ignore. Get a grip.
I remained in the bedroom, pulling out my phone and idly checking messages, but my gaze frequently darted towards the bathroom door. I was entertained by the effect I had on James.
"I guess I have that kind of effect on people." I chuckle to myself.
When James finally emerged from the bathroom, his cheeks were still a bit flushed. He walked back into the room with a determined expression, i don't think i can tease him anymore.
"Okay, let's... let's get back to work. We need to figure out the history assignment." James says, clearing his throat
"Sure thing, Mr. President. Let's tackle this project." Leaning back into the chair.
