Mixed Emotions [BXB] Discontinued

Pilot

Okay, so obviously I'm rewriting this book. I've given it some thought, and I've decided that the chapter should be just a bit longer. You also may have noticed a change in genre. This is because apparently the whole storyline and aspect of this story are much longer than I thought it would be. So from here on out expect a much darker, almost brutal side to this story. I'd like to hear your thoughts. Also enjoy, and eat your doughnuts.

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Jesses POV.

His scent astonishing, yet unthinkably heavy aroused me, as it found my nose. Brushed against the locker, my only reaction to his intimacy was to look the other way. But the tang smell had said otherwise, forcing me to gaze into his bright baby blue eyes.

And there he was -- the luscious school jock everyone adored -- Dion, staring stone cold into my poor soul.

"You alright?" He asks.

His deep, frail voice had caught my breath. I soon found it harder to breathe. So Instead, I nod my head.

Smiling, he got up holding his hand out, "Well come on. Don't want to be late for class."

I don't refuse, trying to ignore how perfectly my hand fit in his.

He yanked me up with little effort then said, "Catch you later Jess." Running down the hallway with his long, foxy legs. His jeans, which were so tight, made his perfect muscular outline so vivid. So close yet so far away, you'd think it couldn't get anymore clique. Makes me want to reconsider going to the gym a little.

Eventually, I catch myself staring, so I turn around headed for my next class. What shocked me the most was that he knew my name.

I mean popularity isn't necessarily a thing at this school. You're either known personality based and/or stick out like a thumb because you play a sport, made the cut on the dance team or screwed a teacher (not). I don't fall under either of those categories, though some say I do. But on top of that, I had just transferred to this school merely two weeks ago for some "circumstances" that I don't really remember. I don't share any classes with him either. So how?

Maybe a bump in the lunch line or an occasional stare down the hallway. But nothing ever too serious.

Sebastian, one of the few "friends" I have, would always tell me, "News and rumors don't spread around to fast at this school. Not like that isn't a bad thing."

"Isn't that odd for a high school?" I would ask, "At least a public high school? In America? The United Freaking States of all places?!"

"Well, things kind of work differently here in Miami. Don't worry though, you'll get used to it." He says. So I never really questioned about it again. Until now.

So why once we bump each other in the hallway he knows me? Like we've known each other for eternity?

I tried not to think about it as I headed to class, but it was too obscure. Too strange. I had to figure it out.

Who is Dion? Why would he help me up? When would I ever get the chance to talk to him again?

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