Cold and Charisma (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Fourteen

The next day, Riley stared at the mass amounts of candy in front of him, bewildered, and almost disgusted by the sight. His usual facade of annoyance was now replaced by the look of his jaw hanging wide open, and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"You're fucking with me, right?" He pointed towards his desk, overflowing with snickers bars, some dropping to the floor as he spoke, "Nope. I got you a hundred of 'em, since you liked them so much yesterday." His expression of bewilderment increased with my statement.

"A hundred?!" His voice rose with every word, and he turned to face me, mouth still hanging, with his small finger pointed towards his desk. "Well, not a hundred, more like forty. I mean, I wanted to get you a hundred, but the man at the counter didn't let me." I said, defeat dripping from my words.

Expectedly, Riley groaned loudly, pinching at the bridge of his nose, "It's too fucking early to deal with this.." He mumbled under his breath, taking a deep breath to calm himself down before turning his entire body to face me.

"Why the fuck would you buy me forty bars of chocolate? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He screamed, his voice being loud enough to be heard from the hallway. I knew he'd react like this, which is the exact reason why I bought him these.

I tried to contain the laugh that was begging to be let out, and just smiled at him, "What? You don't like it?" I said, chuckling a bit. Okay, maybe I overdid the nice gesture this time, but you can't blame me for trying.

Riley doesn't like a lot of things – one of them being me – but when he showed even the tiniest bit of interest in such a small, inexpensive, item like a snickers bar, I couldn't help but want to spoil him; especially when he told me he never had them back in Russia.

"No, you freak! Why would I like this?! I can't even place my fucking books down!" He yelled, looking up at me. He looked like an upset puppy, blonde hair all ruffled, blue eyes being overtaken by his dilating pupils, it was all too much for me to handle. I couldn't help it when my smile got replaced by a toothy grin.

Riley scanned the other desks, before finding a flimsy notebook. In an instant, he took it, and started to hit me harshly, the edges of the notebook digging into my uniform. Did he really think that this would hurt me? I was only growing more amused with every hit.

"Ouch," I said, feigning hurt, "I spent a lot to get you those, Riley. Why are you hitting me?" Of course I knew the exact reason why he was hitting me, but I decided to play into his antics a little more than usual today. Riley froze mid-swing, glaring at me with enough intensity to melt steel.

"Because," he hissed, "you're insufferable."

I let out a mock gasp, clutching my chest like he'd just wounded my soul. "Insufferable? Me? Riley, I just spent my hard-earned allowance making your desk look like Willy Wonka's nightmare, and this is the thanks I get?"

He rolled his eyes, tossing the notebook aside like it had failed him. "I didn't ask for this. You're insane." I tilted my head, grin widening. "You mean I have an insanely excellent taste in chocolate. Admit it, Riley. Deep down, you're touched. Moved, even."

"Yeah, I'm moved— to burn every one of these damn things," he snapped, gesturing at the pile. I shrugged nonchalantly. "Go ahead, but just know... somewhere, there's a starving kid in Russia who would've appreciated these."

His glare could've powered a small city, but I saw it—the faintest twitch of a smile he was desperately trying to suppress. 

My victory tasted as sweet as a Snickers bar.

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I chewed on my apple as I replayed the events that happened earlier today in my head– his furious expression, and his adorable attempts to try to hurt me..