Hypocrite

Back to the pole.

Ok...I was being really impatient and I just couldn't wait to upload this chapter so it's a day early...but whatever...I might change my upload dates so I upload twice a week instead of only once.
Anyway I hope you guys enjoy and please vote if you did.

Deku POV.

When walking around school I try to avoid kacchans presence but he seems to be around every corner I turn...with his sad and angry eyes staring me down with venom.

I also got closer to Noah over the past week. I decided that after some curious testing that he wasn't for me, I just couldn't bring myself to return any romantic or sexual feelings for him, it just didn't feel...right, but he is a great friend for me to talk to, even if he does occasionally over step his boundaries with soft touches every so often but I immediately shut it down nicely with a sweet smile and the wave of my hand.

If only I could get kacchan out of my head.
Sometimes I find myself staring at him longingly when I zone out....I just want to touch him, I want to hold him, I want have him all to myself.

Every part of my body is lit ablaze at his touch. I want him, my body yearns for him and I can't hold back the rush of emotions from his powerful gaze when I feel it rush over my body.

I shouldn't have these feelings...last time I opened myself up to him...trusted him...he broke my poor fragile heart...why did he have to kiss me?
I was almost healed...I was almost safe...but his tongue woke up everything I've been working to hide.

I try my best to ignore the inner turmoil in my head and focus on the simple chatter between my close friends as we all sit together at our designated lunch table.

Kacchans table is right next to ours. For the most part someone will occasionally sit with him but today he's the only one sitting there, picking at the burger he got for lunch with a disinterested look on his face.

I try to swallow any feelings as I look down at my food, stabbing my pasta with my silver fork, only to look back at him to see him staring me down with a look of anger in his half lidded eyes.

I gasp and turn away, a slight blush dusting my freckled cheeks as I hear him scoff at me.

My heart is trying to comment suicide by slamming itself against my ribcage as every fiber of my being is set ablaze and my body seems to float at the though of him...his body...his gaze....his voice....
I know this feeling.

It's love...but I guess I've never really stopped loving him, even after every beating and every hurtful word I still wanted him...I needed him, No...I need him...now...

I look back after a few moments of contemplation and he's suddenly gone.
I look around confused and I see him throwing his plate in the trash unceremoniously a few feet from our table.
He doesn't even turn and look back as he exits to cafeteria silently.

I feel alone and guilty at the sad sight as I bite my lip, tapping my fingers on the wooden table to try and drone out the weight pressing on my chest and the constant rambling in my head.

-That night at the club-

I walk in through the back door which leads straight to the dressing room. I have my own personal room considering I'm the only male and they didn't want me to change with the other females....and I'm not complaining though. It's nice to have some privacy before a show, to clear my head and relax.

I slip into a leather jacket, nothing underneath, and a pair of tight jeans that squeeze my butt and thighs in downright sinful places.

I slick back my hair and put oil on my body so that I would shine and I put foundation on my face, covering the freckles that fit my cheeks and nose.

After I applied here I had to figure out different ways to make myself look older, I needed reassurance that I wont be caught by one of the staff or a fan in the crowd...I needed to be different, even just for a night.

I stop when I hear a knock at my door.
I give myself a once over to make sure that I look good before swinging the wooden door open.

"Hello!"

It's Noah and he's holding a single rose out to me, a seductive smirk on his lips as he flashes me a seemingly friendly wink.

I laugh at him and open the door wider to let him into the tiny room with me.

"This is so cliche..." I say rolling my eyes at his antics and shutting the door behind him, a half smirk dancing on my lips.

He shrugs and places the rose in a vase full of other ones he's gotten me over the week and smiles at me softly.

"I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic..." He gives me a look at my outfit and raises a single eyebrow.
"Are you sure that your not trying to seduce me?" He bites his lip and let's out an animalistic growl that brings out a cringe in me but I shove it down quickly, in favor of being friendly.

"I'm not trying to get with a minor but damn...." he steps back and examines me with carful eyes.

I laugh at him and slap his arm playfully, a slight nervousness to my voice but the air still remains light hearted and fun.

Over the week I told Noah about my real life...my school, my friends, and my situation, he was completely ok with it all, he just listened to all my rants with open ears and I can't thank him enough for that. I feel like I can really trust him with all my secrets and I won't have to worry about him judging me.

Our talk is over too soon as I hear the music for the other performers stop and the sound of several feet rushing to the stage and that unmistakable sound of girlish screaming.

We both walk out and he goes to his spot in the crowd while I walk to the back of the stage, getting ready behind the curtains and waiting for my cue.

"Ok guys it's 12 o clock! And you know what that means!!"
Several cheers ring out from the crowd on the dance floor.
"It's time for you ladies to enjoy yourselves with our best male dancer...say hello to everyones favorite hero!"

I walk out from behind the curtain and strut down the aisle to the first pole and grip the cool metal but I falter when I meet eyes with that all too familiar face and my heart does this stupid thing where it flutters in my chest.

"K-kacchan?"

Oooooh...