a/n: hey you guys, i hope your enjoying the story so far, things will get clearer with time just bare with me, also i wanted to say that if you have any advice or ideas and opinions of the story please tell me because obviously i want people to like this story, also this story isn't suited to everyone as there can be triggers and mature topics.....
This episode especially has a lot of sexual content and so will the following episodes, you've been warned. lots of love ♡
ALSO I NEED TO FREAKING CHANGE THIS UGLY CHAPTER SO DONT GIVE UP ON ME BECAUSE OF THIS PLS MANY THANKS XOXO
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I feel the heat and anger rising inside me as I walk directly towards 'The Elite' Leah calling out behind me, but I saw red and wasn't even consciously aware of what I was doing, I walk up to Calvin and looked him dead in the eye as the whole corridor fell silent looking expectantly.
I internally roll my eyes as I realize that these people worshiped the ground the Elite walked on, I reach my hand up and slap him on the cheek but to my dismay, he remained emotionless, Asher and Luke standing behind him, a surprised expression on their faces, Charlotte runs up to Calvin and asks 'King, are you alright?' I stare at him, my eyes explaining the anger I feel and all the emotions that was running through me.
'How dare you harass me by the lockers!?' I say in an unnerving calm
'Don't you dare even fucking breath next to me again!'
I was holding myself not to beat him up, or trying to anyways, I wouldn't want to be seen as a mess, so I just stood there, Charlotte sneering at me.
"You hear me Calvin Kingsley?!" My voice echoed through the halls as I step up and grab his collar, "Don't even look at me."
"Or what?" He smiles ominously, fury rushing through my veins.
"Or... I'll destroy you," I match his tone, dusting off his collar, "Okay...sweetheart?"
"Blair Clifford? What is the meaning of this!?" A voice calls behind me, the annoying fucking business teacher. But all I can focus is the grey eyes looking down at me, and I totally don't notice how close our chests are.
"Blair Clifford?!" She screeches and I roll my eyes and after taking one more look at the devil himself while biting inside my cheek, I push Kingsley away.
"It's Blair fucking Willows." I reply, pulling the strap of my bag as her eyes widen.
"Principles office now!" She squeals and I put my hand to my head as though to say sir-yes-sir and walk off without another word.
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I slump in the chair as the principal blabbers on and on.
