The Jock Captain Of The Mafia

Chapter-2

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The last bell had rang that evening, ending the classes. Fiódor and Jaiveer both walked out their joint classes, chattering away about what their experience and the students and again what they'll do later.

Taking a step outside as they followed the crowd getting their bags and then out the door as well, Jaiveer's pick-up had come for him. He'd offer him a ride home, but Fiódor declined, stating that if he left now, his brother would start to sulk and whine about him ditching his ass for coming five minutes late.

With giggles mixed between them, they gave their goodbyes, and Fiódor went by the benches to sit and wait for his brother at the entrance.

That's when he noticed another someone just walking down the steps after the flood of students had begun leaving and getting picked up. Some students greeted him, and all he did was give a half ass nod and continued on his way.

He had also forgotten his name, plus he needed it since they were in a project together. That meant he had to speak with him until the day of the project was submitted and presented.

Fiódor narrowed his eyes, leaning against the cold stone round table as he watched the other just stand there, clicking at his phone. His expression kept changing from annoyance to anger to exasperation. It seemed he had some things going on and even so, something about this guy who peeked his attention.

His eyes...

They were so beautiful. He couldn't explain what he felt when he saw those eyes. He's never seen that kind of heterochromia before, but it was entrancing when they first made contact with his own.

And his short yet long brown hair that reached his shoulders, brushing against the white inner shirt of the uniform they wore, bag held on one shoulder.

He kept watching this alpha intensely, that is, unknowingly long and absolutely undisturbed as he thought and spoke about the things he saw.

Fit, muscular yet not to overly built, his chest was pressing against that shirt and its buttons every time he breathed... a defensive jaw and jawline, and cheekbones that were flat yet broad... He was(is) very handsome.. like every alpha is, well... some are.

Fiódor perked up when he noticed Omar looking to him now. He raised a brow in confusion till he looked anywhere else as to check if it was him he was looking at, and yes, it was.

Fiódor sighed and looked away, finding it so embarrassing that he was caught staring. He borrowed his face into his palms and silently groaned at his fate.

Lucky Fiódor's phone buzzed,catching his drift and breaking him from his self-loathing of watching someone or even being slightly interested in doing so, and saw that his brother had texted.

Мягкий😃

"Oi."

"Now you text me? Where are you?"

...Typing..

"What's with the impatience. What? Still haven't made a friend?"

"The only friend I've got is Jaiveer, so stop asking stupid questions."

... Typing..

"😑 I'll get you ice cream if you quite it."

"...."