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"Ciel!" I called as he rushed down the hall after the last bell. I really wished he would quit that, I hated chasing after him like a puppy. I would usually never do that but I needed to talk to him. "Ciel!" I caught him by the upper arm and spun him around. His hair whisked my face again and, either because his hair slaps were getting rather annoying or because I wanted to touch him terribly, I pushed it behind his neck and held it there with my hand. His eyes softened but only for a second.

"What do you want, Michaelis?" He spat.

"What happened the other night? Are you okay? You didn't answer any of my calls."

"Yes, everything is fine. I just... I can't talk right now." He began to turn but I kept my grip on the back of his neck tight so he couldn't. I knew people were looking at our intimate gesture and I didn't care, but I knew Ciel did. You could tell by the way he was chewing his bottom lip. I lightly pushed us into a private storage alcove.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Yes, Michaelis, you did do something wrong. You crossed the line between friend and... you know. I thought you said it wasn't a date."

"I expressed my feelings, Ciel. What the hell is so wrong with that?" Now I was getting angry. Nothing got through to this boy. Not treating him like he doesn't exist, not treating him like a prince, and apparently not treating him like a friend. I had never planned on getting angry but before I knew it, my blood was boiling.

"You didn't express your feeling. You expressed your freaking hard on against my stomach! All you want from me is sex, Michaelis."

"Then why didn't I push you through your damn door, Ciel?! Why didn't I pin you down and fuck you right there on your welcome mat."

His face went bright red.

"Admit it, Ciel. You would have let me do it. I felt it by the way you pushed yourself onto me. You knotted your hands in my hair like it was the only thing tethering you to earth. No ones ever touched you that way and you know it."

"T-that's not true," he whispered. I thought about all the times he'd spoken to me, even though there were few conversations between us, they were always memorable. He always spoke so firm and precise, a complete 180 from the shy, speechless boy he was right now. In a situation like this, I would expect him to insult me, followed by a firm "Michaelis." And that's when it hit me.

"Then why did you call me Sebastian?"