his angel wings (boyxboy)

Chapter 7

Soo, hello!! I know this now makes it almost another whole month since I last uploaded, but I do have a life!! But don't worry, summer holidays are almost upon us, so hopefully, I will be updating more regularly! So..yeah I think that's it..

XD GO AND READ MY LITTLE PINEAPPLES!!!

Oh, yeah and this is dedicated to Whovian_Me for, once again helping me out :D

~*Jace*~

Brayden and I sprint down the hallway, dodging people pouring out of classrooms. I catch sight of Peter coming out or a classroom on my right with Jarrod, and quickly run up to them. I grab Peter by the shoulders

‘PETER, SAVE ME! YOUR GIRLFRIEND’S TRYING TO KILL ME!’ I scream. He smiles sweetly at me,

‘Sorry babe, I can’t control that live-wire, she does what she wants.’ My jaw falls open. I then I turn to Jarrod.

‘I blame you.’ He raises his hands with his ‘don’t look at me’ face. I spin around to look back the way we came, searching the crowded hallway for the She-Devil/mass murderer.

‘Looking for me?’ says a freaky voice behind me. I scream, and leap onto Brayden’s back. He staggers but manages to catch me. Charlie marches over to him and starts whacking him with her math textbook.

‘OW, OW, CRAZY LADY, YOU TRYING TO BREAK ME?!’ I grin and nuzzle into his neck,

‘Aww, poor baby! Just think, if she was hitting me, I’d already be on the way to the hospital in a coma.’ I watch Jarrod grin. Brayden growls, I think he’s growling at Jarrod, but I’m not-. Yes, he growls at Jarrod, because then Jarrod smirks.

‘Sorry, man, you’re on your own. Can’t help you.’

‘I’ll lick you.’

‘I’ll lick you back.’ I giggle as Brayden stiffens.

‘That’s something I wanna see!’

‘Of course you do, pervert.’ That was Charlie.

‘Oi! Just because I said I wanna see Jarrod lick Brayden doesn’t mean I’m a pervert!’ Peter collapses on the floor and laughs his ass off. By now we’re getting quite a few strange looks, especially as I am currently on Brayden’s back, the star basket baller, hanging out with the, what should I say…non-conformists? It’s Charlie’s favourite word. Someone gently wraps their arms around my waist and pulls me off Brayden and sets me on my feet.

‘Fang! No fair!’ He chuckles in my ear and spins me around to face him.

‘How’d you know it was me?’

‘Cause I’m a ninja!’ That’s right ladies and gents, your very own Jace Ashbrooke is a ninja!

‘Alright, men! Let’s get going, schools not over yet.’ Charlie drags a chuckling Peter up off the floor and follows Jarrod to Music.

‘Charlie, Omigod, why do you have to be such a buzz kill!’ I yell after her and search the hall for my bag, which I eventually find in front of locker H37, which is Charlie’s locker just btw. Must have been flung off when I jumped on Brayden’s back. I shrugged, shouldered my bag and walked off to Art with my two new pets getting to know each other. I grinned and sung at the top of my lungs,

‘IT STARTED WITH A WHISPEEERRRR!!!!’

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‘Alright class, I want you to continue on with your clay projects from last week and, for the love of all things art related, please don’t throw clay at each other!’