Hamilton Prep

Hamilton Prep

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Caldwell Irvine is your a-typical, all- American, jock. He's cocky, brash, and insensitive, but he couldn't care less. He loves being the way he is- except for his little... glitch. Caldwell likes men and he does everything he can- within reason- to rid himself of these... less than savory feelings towards them. Vitale Nova, on the other hand, is a less than usual boy. He likes dancing in his mother's ballet and wearing colorful sweaters. Vitale also likes men, and he would love being the way he is, if only people would accept him for it. Luckily for these two, they both go to the same all-boys boarding school and happen to have their first four classes together. Maybe they'll end up enemies- maybe friends, or more- but all that they know is that things are about to get very interesting at Hamilton Prep.
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Bold and impatient, that was the two words Aiden was and always is. After spray painting on private building and also sneaking into private property, he was given a choice. Prison or Bootcamp. Mean, that is the one word all boot campers says. Cade has no family's or friends, meaning he would take out his frustration on them. Since he grew up with no family, Cade lived with his rich uncle. However it's bad enough that he's the man in charge here. Theirs few rules that is assigned by the man in charge, No romance or sneaking out after your curfew. Cade is especially strict with the no romance. --- "You only did 1 lap" I stepped in front of him. We were standing face to face too close "am not doing another 9 laps" his hand was on my chest, pushing me away. I grabbed his hands "Strike 3 means you're going to prison" my hands were squeezing his wrist "Do you want that?" I felt tension in the air as my hands clenched on his wrist. Our eyes met immediately then unexpectedly my eyes went to his lips. "Fine then give me it" and just like that he left. Why wouldn't my lips moved?

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