Ride with me

Chapter 1 Me the Servant

I have to say this before you start reading. I'm not from Thailand so I have no idea about their school system I just love their BL Stories so I wanted to write one of my own if I made mistakes please let me know I hope I can improve. The story is a short story with only 3 chapters but if you show interest, I will write the second part since I already have it pretty much mapped out.

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His eyes were burning into mine the way he was leaning over me, towering over me his intense stare the tension and those lips. Damn those lips his tongue daring out to lick those sexy lips making me swallow hard. I knew he was just teasing me; I knew his stare meant nothing but still, I was hypnotised my body was shaking under his eyes and every last bit of my skin was tingling, wishing it was more than just him having fun teasing me. But it wasn't and with a laugh, he stretched his back getting off his bike and unzipping his leather jacket looking like the cover model of some biker magazine. I shook my head over and over giving him a smile as I try to get myself together. This guy was trouble: Sophomore Campus Moon, Leader of the Engineer faculty, Leader of the University Biker club and Leader of the Insane Four: A well-known gang at our University. Only the four top students from our four best faculties were allowed to even approach him. Then who am I for him to tease me like that you might ask? Well, the answer is simple: I'm his servant. Why? That's a way longer story and one that only my closest friends know about.

It all started when I was in 10th grade. He was in 11th grade. Last year of high school middle of the semester and he already had invitations for direct admission from many Universities. Straight A student, basketball player, already owner of the sexiest bike I have ever seen and the most popular guy in our school everybody knew his name he even had his own fan club. Me? I was just a loser. Stressing on the 'was' but more about that later. Thick glasses, hunched down back and with bad skin and pimples everywhere I was a total loser. Now add the fact that I was bullied and that I only wore oversized uniforms because I didn't have my last growing spurt jet, I really was the laughing stock of the whole school. Even the juniors would make fun of me. Slightly chubby and with no backbone I would hunch and shuffle around always hiding behind books. I was just miserable, a loser in its best definition. But this isn't really about me and I'm sure you had enough of me mopping about myself. Let's go back to him: It all happened a few weeks before the first semesterbreak it was close to the midterms and we were all busy studying and worrying about our grades. Well, some were. I didn't mind too much I was always perfect average and that was enough for me. Not that my parents were happy about it but the deal was, as long as I keep my grades good enough to be able to attend any University at all they wouldn't pressure me. I had my own dream you know: I wanted to be a composer for film music, even since I was a small child those epic soundtracks would take me away into a different world without the music the film or show would only be half as exciting and I wanted to be the one to bring people the same excitement those films and their soundtracks brought me.

Back then it was a day like every other I was on my way to school for morning assembly and like always there was a big ruckus, girls screaming and taking photos when the bikers pulled up in front of the school. It was always the same every morning, I mean honestly what was wrong with those girls, he would be there with his tight leather jeans and his leather jacket getting off the bike every single morning pulling the same show every single morning and still every single morning they would gather and scream and fight to take pictures of him. Shaking my head, I walked past them hiding away behind the crowd to get into the schoolhouse and like every day there she was. Mis. T, for Tiger, she was the fiercest teacher at school. Every morning she would stand by the school gate and would scold you till you forgot what day of the week it was if she could find the smallest flaw in your uniform. And let me tell you something, leather jeans and biker jackets definitely didn't meet any of our school uniforms requirements. That's why I tried my best every morning to arrive at the same time those three bikers would just to make sure the Tiger's attention was elsewhere and I wouldn't have to deal with her scolding. Slipping past when I heard her raise her voice calling out to those guys on their bikes, I heaved a sigh, happy I once again made it without trouble. And of course, after I made it to safety, I turned around to watch with a smile of satisfaction how others got the scolding I just slipped past.