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Mr.Kotek You're Late <2>

Two Years Later...

Senior year. The year I can drop out. I would have dropped it earlier but I didn't know what age you have to be.

I finally don't have to deal with the torture of being in this hell hole they call high school.

I'm going to drop out next week.

I started my car and drove to the school.

People snickered as I walked by, they've been doing this for a while now. Ever since the accident, in fact.

I pulled the hood over my face and walked to my class.

I sat down in the back. Everyone walked in and sat in the seats away from me.

It's a scar not a deadly disease!

The class started and the teacher began going on about how this school year, we've got to make it count and shit.

Five minutes into class and the door bust open.

Everyone's head snapped in his direction.

He looked somewhat familiar but I couldn't tell you if I have ever met him before.

"Ah, you must Mr. Kotek. You're late."

"Yeah, uhh, sorry." The brown haired boy sent a charming smile at the teacher and class.

His eyes were dark and brooding, an empty depth that went on forever.

"Take your seat."

The boy sat down a few seats away from me.

He stared at the front, obviously not paying attention.

My eyes were locked on his face as the teacher continued to drone on and on.

He shifted and his gaze met mine. A smirk slew across his face when he caught my eyes.

I looked away and at the desk, his gaze burning holes in the side of my head.

The bell finally rang after what felt like eternity. I bolted out of the room and started walking to my next class.

My arm was tugged around a corner and someone cornered me against a wall.

"How do I know you?" A gravely voice asked.

"I don't know." He stared at me.

"Can I go? If I'm late to class in the first day my brother and his husband will kill me and I don't want to listen to them yelling."

"What's your brother's name?" He inquired.

"Why the fuck would I tell you? Now get off! I've got to get to class!" I tried shoving him off of me but he instead, moved his hand around my neck.

This slightly cut off my air supply.

"Your brother's name?"

"Ha-yes."

"Hayes what?"

"Hayes Fairfield." He let go and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. His dark eyes narrowed as he searched through his memory of the name.

"What's his husband's names?"

"I already told my brother's name, I'm not telling my brother in law's name."

"Answer the fucking question!"

My breath hitched and his eyes glinted mischievously.

"D-Damon..."

"Damon what?"

"Damon Xavier."

"Shit uh... I know that guy. I was at his wedding! You were there too!"