UNTAMED

Aidan✓

Emerald's POV 💎

The hallways of our school, typically bustling with students, now echoed with the subdued murmur of early morning chatter. As I traversed the corridors in search of a familiar face, my gaze flitted from one cluster of students to another, until finally settling upon the figure of Nathan. His habitual tardiness had become a predictable nuisance, yet I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that accompanied his presence.

Approaching my locker with a resigned sigh, I retrieved the necessary textbooks for my impending math class—a subject that elicited more dread due to its instructor rather than its content. The mere thought of Mr. Darwin's advances left a bitter taste in my mouth. How will you feel if your math teacher is hitting on you?? Disgusting right? Someone might ask, why don't you report him? Well I thought of doing that but the possibility that he could be fired is what stopped me. He's actually an excellent teacher irrespective of his weaknesses.

"Look who we have here," a familiar voice, dripping with a smugness that grated on my nerves, pierced through the air and it belonged to no other than Nathan, a popular jock. Ignoring his unwelcome intrusion, I busied myself with my phone, feigning disinterest in his proximity.

"Still playing hard to get huh??" He asked chuckling a little...

"Nathan why can't you just leave me alone??" I replied between gritted teeth.

  
"Oh you still don't know why??" He asked again with sarcasm dripping in his voice. "You know perfectly well that I'm the only one that can send your little cunt on cloud nine, Emerald."  He said as his eyes raked my body up and down. "And guess what?? You'll love it...every inch of me in you will make you feel like a queen."

Persisting in his pursuit, Nathan's taunts grew more audacious, each utterance laced with a venomous mixture of entitlement and misogyny. His lewd advances, delivered with a brazen disregard for propriety, only served to reinforce my disdain for him.
     

 "You better join this rollercoaster, Emerald, because you're missing something as big and delicious as my little Nathan here...." he said as he patted his bulge in his trousers.

Exasperated by his persistence, I mustered the courage to rebuff his advances with a retort tinged with disdain.
I look at him disgustingly and chuckled. "Sorry to burst your bubble but am not interested in your stupid rollercoaster neither am I interested in that matchstick you call a dick."  I yelled.

  
"OMG Blue, that was so hilarious.." Aidan said as he burst into laughter. He walked to me and  gave me a side hug before turning to Nathan. I found solace in the unwavering support of my best friend, Aidan. His steadfast presence, a bastion of strength amidst the storm of Nathan's toxicity, provided a semblance of sanctuary in an otherwise tumultuous encounter.

 
"I don't know what is wrong with you Nathan"...Aidan said to him clenching his jaw. "The fact that you've slept with almost every girl in this school does not make you a hero, it rather makes you a manwhore. Blue doesn't like you and you need to respect that."
"I think you heard her right... she's not interested in that matchstick you call a dick." Aidan said with so much anger that left me surprised.

"Ha!!! Look who's talking about whoring about...the CEO of Whoring Company Limited." Nathan said with an equal hate in his voice.

   
Aidan is my best friend. He has this badboy good looking appearance and I like it. He's not as rich as I am but that but he's not poor either. He's very jovial and makes me laugh a lot.

     
"This ain't over Emerald." Nathan said suddenly. "I will never forgive you for insulting my little man." He added before turning around to leave.
    

 "Don't let him get to you Blue doll", Aidan muttered as he looked up to me. I smiled sheepishly as I led the way to our first class.

Nathan's departure left an acrid residue in its wake, a reminder of the unsettling undercurrents that permeated our school's social landscape. Aidan's reassuring words served as a balm to my frayed nerves, a gentle reminder that I need not weather the storm alone.

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Aidan's  pov

The corridors teemed with a cacophony of voices, a symphony of adolescent chatter that served as the backdrop to my daily ritual of searching for her—a task both daunting and exhilarating in equal measure. As I navigated the labyrinthine corridors of our school, my thoughts remained tethered to a singular focal point: Emerald.

Emerald—her name, a testament to her iridescent beauty and unwavering resilience, held sway over my heart with an unfaltering grip. From the moment our paths first intersected in the hallowed halls of academia, I found myself ensnared by her allure, powerless to resist the gravitational pull of her presence.

Yet, for all my fervent admiration, I remained mired in the depths of unrequited longing, shackled by the constraints of platonic affection. Each passing day served as a reminder of the chasm that separated us—a divide bridged by friendship but devoid of the intimacy I so desperately craved.

    
I've always wanted to tell Blue about how I feel about her but I always chicken out. And the day I'll master courage to tell her, she'll reply with an over dramatic "I love you too" response. I know she loves me too but  in a brotherly way and I don't like that.

      
I want her to take me as a lover. To look at me with loving eyes, seductive eyes....whatever couples do. Blue is the most beautiful girl I've ever set eyes on. She's very curvy with heavy ass cheeks, sizeable boobs and a pretty face. I just want to make her mine soon....I don't know how soon, but very soon...

In her presence, I concealed my desires beneath a facade of camaraderie, masking the depths of my affection behind a veil of playful banter and casual companionship. Yet, with each stolen glance and fleeting touch, I harbored a silent hope—a hope that one day, she would reciprocate the fervor of my devotion.

As we embarked on our journey to our first class, her hand nestled within mine, I felt a surge of longing—a longing tempered by the bitter sting of reality. Mr. Darwin's punitive decree, a thinly veiled attempt to assert dominance, served as a stark reminder of the obstacles that lay before us.

Seated side by side in our customary spot at the back of the classroom, I found solace in the sanctuary of her presence. As Mr. Darwin droned on with the tedium of mathematical discourse, I allowed my mind to drift into the realm of reverie—a realm where she and I existed in perfect harmony, untethered by the constraints of reality.

In the tumultuous landscape of adolescence, beset by the tumult of unspoken desires and uncharted emotions, I found refuge in the sanctuary of our shared camaraderie—a sanctuary that held the promise of something more, something ineffable and profound.

As I surrendered myself to the siren call of distraction, my thoughts swirled in a tempest of longing—a longing that whispered of forbidden desires and unspoken truths, echoing the silent refrain of my heart: Emerald Blue Woode, my love, my muse, my elusive tempest.

     

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