Mr. Horan AU

As I entered the old but still fairly fashioned enough school office, I looked up to the school attendant.

"You called for me," I say far from anything that should have came from my mouth. I sounded so sickly innocent and untouched that I was craving the feeling of running and never stopping. I guess that's what 4 years of track and 2 years of basketball does to you. But it's not just that, I want to be freed from having this uncomfortable school academic outfit. I want to be free to breath in simple air that won't be on my nerves while I sit in class. I'm just asking for freedom.

"Yes," she says barely looking at me, but just enough to know it's me. "Mr. CaGhlaster wants to see you."

I nod my head and walk over to the office and knock three times on the tall mahogany door. I soon hear his voice boom an unsettling 'come in'. I open the door sleekly and waltz into the room to see Mr. CaGhlaster sitting in his fine chair behind his intimidating-as-hell desk with a man in front of it. He has blonde hair that seems to have brown roots, and an exercising outfit containing a pair of white shorts and a white shirt with a grey jacket with rolled sleeves.

He's hot.

(WARNING: this story contains, violence, harsh words, and graphic materials. If your not able to handle any of these, I suggest you not read this.)

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