Tates legs felt unbalanced, like he was gonna fall any second. Once he finally got into the welcoming, toasty school building, away from Noah, Tate let out a tiring sigh that burned his lungs.
He decided it was best to just go to his next class as it would start in only 4 minutes. He saw students flood back into the building also having the same idea, which appeased Tate, as he wouldn't have to be the first at class.
Tate knew who Noah was, oh he knew exactly who he was.
Noah was in nearly all of Tates classes and Tate couldn't discard the fact he was inexplicably handsome. The dash of his charming, onyx eyes mixed together with a perfectly alined white, bunny-like smile that clashed perfectly with his incredibly high charisma. Raven, wavy hair that ran as smooth as silk. Of course he would never admit that his compelling attractiveness made him feel a certain way. His ego far to big to let him break that easily.
After all, infatuation wasn't Tates thing...
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Tate was crouched down outside the gym changing rooms, struggling to stuff his netball gear into his tiny maroon duffel bag.
It wasn't until he heard a throaty chuckle from behind him, that he realised there was someone watching him attempt to cram his stuff into a small bag.
Glaring machetes at Noahs forehead, Tate turned back around to his duffel bag, ignoring the bothersome boy behind him.
"Need help?" Noah said, a hue of teasing in his husky voice. Tate was crouched over, his spine curved giving him a hunched back ,which gave Noah an incredibly amusing sight.
Having wasted all his patience on his troublesome bag, the words that came from Noah caused Tate to spin around on his heels ready to start ranting about how aggravating the boy in front of him is.
Only the aggravating boy must have moved closer as they were closer than tae had thought. Something unfamiliar coursed through Tates veins, it was hunger. He was hungry for Noah's blood. The immediate change in emotion made blood rush up to tates face, giving the wrong idea.
"didn't know you were so eager to kiss me, i'm flattered" Noah all but cockily smirked. He decided that Tates inconceivable attitude would be too unworkable with a friendly approach. So Noah dived far in the deep end, curious to see what reaction he would get.
Taking in a deep breath, trying to keep his cool, Tate calmly replied, "shut up. I'd rather kiss a camel" He said with one last roll of his eyes, ready to take off. But before he could even begin walking, Noah grabbed Tates thin wrist. Preventing him from doing so.
