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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ #34: Forms and Presents

                             ~ Chapter #34: Forms and Presents ~

The rest of the school day wasn't as eventful as it could have been, no, actually, the thing that was somewhat exhilarating occurred after school, yet it still happened at the education facility.

The last bell of the day was what dismissed all students from their learning responsibilities, and what allowed Aleks to get up from his uncomfortable found in the back of the room of his fourth block, to retreat to his locker. The walk to the skinny compartment wasn't long in duration, even though he did idle his time away a little with some stops and sojourns to assorted places on his way to the small storage unit he used. Once he had reached the metallic sliver in one of the numerous hallways found around the school he attended, he expertly dialed the correct combination into the spin-incline lock and tugged it open successfully once the numbers being inputted into the attempt had been deemed perfectly cracked. His hand that spun the lock automatically pulled the lock's u-esque arm from the solid hoop found within the tangible security system once the task was capable of being fulfilled, and so the Russian pulled the door open with minimal effort after he'd followed through with the justified unlocking procedures. He proceeded to retrieve his book bag from the short chasm at the back of the slim locker, and without a beat, he slipped his single three-ring binder into the carry-on's now ex-limp body prior to zipping the contents inside up securely.

Aleks moved to shut the ajar door when he was finished tending and browsing for things within the lanky closet, and when the light slamming of the door resulted in the metallic slab capping the storage unit, the brunette slipped the dial-lock back into its designated hoop outside the locker's door and pushed upwards to close the agape space between its arm and it round body; these actions thoroughly igniting the lock system properly, with a soft click from the steel interacting with its body resonating in his sensitive ears. The Russian soon bent over to gather his only slightly weightily book bag from his feet and straightened up after he'd obtained one of the bag's straps; his brain commanding his body automatically and making him slip his book bag over his shoulders with adept movements, whilst he grew more vertical in his stance. Instinctively, the teen was already about to turn on his heels with a set mind once he was finished affiliating with his locker, to leave the school through means of the quiet halls (most students were gone by now, for only a few were still lingering around), but he stopped in his actions before they even occurred out of shock, when he suddenly felt arms snaking around his waist from behind.

Naturally, because of this unpremeditated and unanticipated experience, the Russian heard a quick intake of air fall from his own lips, as he also felt his body being reeled in closer to whatever was pulling him in. Growing quite skeptical because of these unknown arms pulling him somewhere, Aleks was about to verbally question what was happening, but another's voice answered his mental query confidently.

"Relax, Aleks, it's just me..." The familiar accented voice purred near the brunette's right ear softly, causing a light shiver to rack the paler teen's body; the soft and uneasy vibrations shooting through him crawled up his spine as he felt his practically flat book bag, from the deficiency of books, lay gently against a surface behind him, just as he had been expecting. Slowly, Aleks' mouth opened, the delay being the result of the plaguing shock that still clattered his reactions, making them somewhat late.

"E-Eddie...?" The boy murmured, and eventually he peered down at the arms holding him firmly. With a huff of air escaping his separated lips, "Gosh darn it, you need to stop scaring me, you fricker." Aleks commanded with a acerbic tone, and turned his head to the side to look over his shoulder at Eddie; the action allowing the Latino behind him see the bitter face the Russian was making at him.

"Bahh, shush, Aleks," Eddie whispered, as he commenced gently swaying Aleks in his arms, "I like being surprising." He cooed and leaned forward a bit to be able to kiss the other's nose, causing the other's pouty facade shatter and fall to the floor; a small smile pulling at his lips when the happiness Eddie usually flaunted rubbed off on him.