Cursed {boyXboy}

Michael George

I took off the bus, and students were around my school, chatting and laughing. 

But i could not take the black-haired prince away from my mind. He showed up like lightning, but i'm pretty sure i will be able to take another glance at him.

I feel it.

I was moved from my trail of thought when Anna pinched my cheeks.

"Good morning sleepy head!" she exclaimed.

"Good morning to you too."

Anna, perhaps, was the only glow in the white snow. She always liked going to school, though she haven't got any good grades. Her smiles seemed to melt away even the ice berg inside a bully.

A lot of people loves her, and i'm lucky to have her as my best friend. 

"What the hell is that Kriss?" I was shocked at Anna's bulging eyes, that seemed to be surprised and apparently, scared, as she pointed out to my bruise. She saw it through my scarf.

"Oh don't mind that, i guess it's a bruise." I insisted.

"No Kriss, if that was a bruise, it should be changing colors, but yours is red. It's a hickey." 

I gasped. How could i have a lust-sign hickey, when no body did it. Anna knew i'm not a whore, and she knew no one in my household would ever rape me.

"When a succubus feels desires, it comes to the person, an places its mark on it, Kriss. You're a victim."

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Anna was exaggerating, of course. I didn't listen to him this time as we parted ways to our own class rooms. Our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Wilkins entered the room.

"Class, you have a new classmate. A transfer from Canada." Everyone went in a chatter, while I really do not care. "Introduce your self Michael George."

The door opened, and when he started speaking, my bruise went wild. I took a deep gasp when i saw Michael, the guy i saw from the streets.

"Good morning, I'm Michael George." My bruise sent me chills, and i could feel lust flowing through my veins.