That boy is a monster

A bad omen

Avery can usually sense when something bad is coming. If there will be a snowstorm that will knock them out of school, a pop quiz- somehow, he just has a way of knowing. But there was no way for him to predict how Jet would enter his life. He keeps trying to trace his steps and find out if he had done anything at all that day that would warrant Jett coming into his life, but he couldn't find any at all. 

 It had only been a couple hours since he had met the boy and he was already trying to figure out what he had done to deserve this. 

The first sighting had been during Algebra, right before lunch. He was introduced as a new student, having moved from London. Avery thought it was strange right there- this was a rather smaller town in the state of Massachusetts. The shy boy didn't think he'd ever actually heard a British accent before in real life. He thought "Jett Bradshaw" sounded really smug with it as he introduced himself. 

What was with that outfit? It was a classic bad boy- leather jacket with white t-shirt underneath, dark jeans and a pair of combat boots. He thought if he squinted hard enough he could see that Jett was wearing eye liner. Avery struggled with why he was feeling so hostile- till he realized with horror it was because Jett had been placed next to him. 

There went all his hopes of having a quiet school year. These types were always arrogant class clowns who flirted with every woman who breathed and got terrible grades and tried to cheat off him- he was despairing so much that he audibly groaned. 

"It's okay sugar tits, I'd be having a fit if I had to sit next to me." That unmistakably posh accent was what had him bristling, along with the fact he'd been called /sugar tits/. Who in their right mind did that? He heard a few scattered giggles of girls and he felt like his head was going to explode. 

"It's hardly a fit." At least his voice was calm as he stared right at his notebook paper. "It was simply because I realized I'd be sitting next to a buffoon who'd be glancing at my paper every five seconds." 

A wolf-like grin spread over Jett's lips, seeming more amused than angered. "You're a feisty one. I'm going to enjoy this." With that, he turned to face the front and Avery couldn't think of anything to say back for the rest of class. 

When the bell rang and he stood, Jett had a scrap of paper that he shoved into Avery's back pocket, taking his time to brush his hand over his butt. The boy blushed scarlet as the new kid sauntered off with a cocky step to lunch.  

During Avery's final class of the day, he decided to take a look at the paper. It was a phone number, with Jett's name written underneath it. Did he really expect him to call him? That was stupid. He didn't even know Avery's name. He almost threw it away, but something stopped him and he simply tucked it away in his notebook instead. The worst thing that could happen is if Jett happened to find out he kept it, Avery reasoned as he headed on his way home.

Yet again that day, he felt himself grow unbelievably angered as he walked up to his driveway. That leathered back was walking up to his own house. Not only did they have a class together, but he lived right next to him? 

"Hey sugar tits, what's with the constipated expression? You looked much cuter with the dreamy look." Avery was going to punch him. This would be it, the first time he'd ever commit physical violence against another person. He was actually kind of nervous about it. 

"Can you shut yourself up? I don't need my parents to be hearing you calling my tits sugary." He retorted back, dropping his house key out of being flustered. They weren't home, but any excuse he could find to make Jett stop was a good one. 

"So you just admitted you have tits. Can I see them?" He didn't know how, but he was going to strangle this kid. Boy. He was very immature, not a respectable man like Avery. 

"Even if I did have them, why would you want to see them?" He finally got his keys picked up and was attempting to unlock his door. Perhaps he could slam it in Jett's stupid face. 

"I like girls and I like boys. That good enough for you?" Jett purred saliciously. If Avery had a glass of water, it definitely would have been a spit take moment. There wasn't anything wrong with being gay or bisexual, he was really more just surprised to being flirted with. Even though he had fancied the idea of sex or relationship, he just never really was interested in anybody. 

"Who's to say I like you?" His voice was emboldened as he turned around to look at him more intently. Jett's physical attributes were more vampiric than anything- pale skin, blue eyes, dark hair, and his cheekbones were so sharp Avery was sure somebody could cut themselves on them. He was like a character out of a novel- which only continued to perplex him even more. 

"Well, science dictates that pupils of a person's eye dilate when they're in love." Jett stepped closer, his face close to Avery's. "Your pupils are dilated, sugar tits." 

"Shut the fuck up." Avery breathed out, feeling his cheeks go red yet again. He closed his eyes so he didn't have to stare into the pale blue of Jett's. "My name is Avery. So stop with the sugar tits thing- I don't like it." 

"Aviary." Jett commented, and he pushed at the boy's leather covered chest. 

"Just get away. I'd rather get started on my homework for the night, as I don't want both of us to fail." His voice had the slightest tremor in it, hoping that he'd just leave. 

"You have my number if you get hot and bothered, sweetheart." A whistle left Jett's mouth as he walked over to his own house and Avery let out a sigh of relief before going to unlock his front door.

He could finally have that peace and quiet he deserved.