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Westerfield noticed Leo's suspicious silence, still smiling: "Jesus, golden boy. Don't worry your pretty little head, I ain't gonna lay a single finger on you." Westerfield stopped at that, considering, gorgeous, gorgeous eyes the color of the ocean looking Leo up and down. Grinning mischievously he corrected himself, teasing: "Unless you want me to, of course."
He closed in on Leo, smelling like the sea.
Leo wanted to know if he tasted like saltwater.
"Relax, honey, I'm joking. Mostly.", Westerfield laughed.
No, Leo thought, Samuel Westerfield might not be a mindless raging delinquent, waiting to beat him up, but this? This was so, so, sooo much worse in every possible way.
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Leonard Klarc had exceptional grades, was popular, rich beyond imagination, good looking and the star of the football team.
Really, what more could someone want.
(A dad who didn't hit him every time he was drunk, for example. (And he drank often) Or a mom who didn't leave the second she saw his face as if she couldn't bear it. )
Leonard would leave the town the second he graduated, escaping this horrible place to study at university, living off of the money he had saved. But he would need good grades and a Stipendium.
And Samuel Westerfield, certified asshole and black sheep of the school was NOT someone he would want to work with on the final project determining half his grade.
But life was just funny like that.