SMITTEN🌹⌠J.T⌡

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this book will be very different from my other, softer, fluffier book, platonic, just a fair warning. there will be a lot of swearing, derogatory terms (f**got, etc.), violence, alcohol, cigarettes, and drug usage. please, stay safe everybody. i love you all !!

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"FAGGOT..."

The slamming sound of a body hitting lockers echoed throughout the hallway.

"The fuck did you just say to me?!"

The boy in question stayed quiet, but that could have just been because Josh's hand was wrapped tightly around his throat.

"Say it again, I fucking dare you."

The dirty-blonde boy's eyes began to water from loss of oxygen, Josh's dark eyes narrowing to slits as he practically hissed in his face.

After the boy's face had turned a lovely shade of purple, Josh released his grip, his victim collapsing to the ground gasping for breath. Josh smirked at his disheveled form, his ears picking up the sound of whispering from the other students in the hallway.

He whirled around, barking out, "Mind your business!" the miscellaneous children scattering to their classes at his outburst.

The sound of coughing brought Josh's attention back to the boy laying on the hallway floor. The punk quirked an eyebrow in confusion, noticing he had never seen him before. Clicking his tongue, Josh grinned wickedly.

"You're new here, aren't you?" he snickered, yanking the boy back to his eye-level by the collar, leering down at him. The dirty-blonde shrunk under the gaze, nodding slowly.

"What's your name, kid?"

"M-Mikey."

"Well, M-Mikey," Josh started, mocking his stutter with a fake pout and unforgiving mimicry of his watery eyes. The punk's face suddenly went cold, dropping the act, glowering with icy eyes at the smaller boy.

"Since you're new, I'll leave you with a warning."

Josh landed a harsh punch to Mikey's gut, making him double over in pain with a loud groan. Josh scoffed, hauling the boy to his feet and slamming him back into the lockers again.

"Let me get this through your thick skull here and now. These hallways," Josh gestured around them, his gaze scanning the surrounding area before falling back onto the cowering boy in front of him. "are mine. These lockers are mine. These classrooms, this school. All of it is mine. Got it? I won't have some new kid showing up and acting like any of this is theirs."

Josh threw a hard punch to Mikey's nose, satisfied with the loud crack and pained cry the boy released. The punk took a step back and tossed Mikey across the hall like a ragdoll, the boy slamming into the floor and a sliding a few feet, letting out a groan. Josh stared coldly at him as Mikey brought a weak hand up to his broken, bleeding nose before turning with a huff, popping the collar of his leather vest and sending the writhing boy a smirk before turning and striding away.

The sound of the late bell rang through the hall.

"I own this school, kid, and if you ever forget it, you're fucking dead."