Intrusive Thoughts

Chapter Four (Josiah x Harryan)

Josiah observed Harryan carefully. He rarely started conversations and was known for finishing fights instead of instigating them. Most days, he sat at his desk glued to his phone, only breaking away to snag snacks during breaks. His expression was often cold, brightening only when he laughed or when he spoke with Josiah, showing off the warm smile Josiah adored. Josiah was usually the first one he shared snacks with and the person he talked to the most, revealing glimpses of Harryan's true nature. Today, they had P.E., so they were in their uniforms.

Josiah: "Harryan, you prefer French or Spanish?"

Harryan: "Spanish."

Josiah: "Is it 'cause it's easier?"

Harryan: "Yeah, French words have gender, and you have to remember dem," he explained.

Josiah: "Mmhmm," he agreed.

The Spanish double period began, and the boys continued to rave about their teacher.

Schafer: "Miss, why you eh telling us your age?"

Jayden: "For true, miss," he chimed in.

Ms. Lovence: "You guys know dat's personal info!" she replied, clearly amused.

Hansam: "Miss, do you have a boyfriend?"

Ms. Lovence turned, already knowing his name. "Seriously, Hansam?!"

Harryan: As she turned, he made a gripping gesture near her backside, raising his eyebrows suggestively, which sparked low laughter across the class.

Ms. Lovence: "Whats the problem?!"

The class replied in unison, "Nothing!"

As the Spanish class wrapped up, the students learned a bit, those who listening at least. For their English A class, they were supposed to write a short story.

Harryan: "Miss, I terrible at writing stories," he confessed.

Ms. Auguste: "Come on, Harryan, you're in form one!"

Harryan: "You good at writing stories?" he asked before noticing Josiah's actual activity.

Josiah: Having finished his short story, he was now quietly sketching a surprisingly good drawing of a shirtless Harryan on the back of his book, a smile sneaking onto his face. "Oh uhhh..." He quickly regained his composure when caught.

Harryan: He grabbed the book and smirked. "Is this supposed to be me?"

Josiah: "How you guess?" he stammered.

Harryan: "'Cause it looking good ih, un in less than a period? It looks like me, even dah one eye I have looking a kind uh way," he teased.

Josiah: "Thanks, but why does that eye look like that?" he asked.

Harryan: "I cyah see from dat eye."

Josiah: "That's sad..." he replied, feeling a pang of sympathy.

Harryan: "Anyway, my abs asymmetrical; in your drawing they not. You want reference?" His smirk widened with the offer.

Josiah: "Oh, not really..." he said, flustered.

Harryan: "You sure?" He leaned on Josiah's desk, giving him a flirtatious look and gesturing as if to lift his shirt.

Josiah: "N-no," he stammered, trying to keep it cool. "Although that's hot," he thought, still drawn to Harryan.

Harryan: "Anyway, I go write my story now," he said, returning to his usual self.

RK had begun, and Sister was explaining the difference between the human soul and the animal soul. After her talk, RK usually took various directions.