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Luther's POV

“Wh– what?” I stammer.

“Come on, stop being a pussy.” He growl under his breath. “You want to fight me, don't you?”

I swallow a dry gulp, I couldn't take my eyes away from his.

Him holding me against the wall like this, it was doing something to me, it was causing a stir in my pants.

So, I am going to be that kind of freak? The kind that gets turned on by his bully?

“Marlon, I don't know what you are talking about. I don't want any trouble, let me go.”

No one dare intervene, even though my legs are barely touching the ground for support.

Only William rushes in when he sees what's happening, and place a hand on Marlon's shoulder.

“Just let go of him, man. It's not worth it.” He says.

Marlon sigh, cursing under his breath before he let go of me.

I'm red in the face with embarrassment. I adjust my collar, trying to hide the slight bulge in my pants as I walk back to my seat.

Bernice draws closer to me with concern. “What the hell, Luther? What's up with both of you? What's that about?”

I can barely steady my breathing as I look at her and shrug. “I don't know, maybe he is still sour about the math test.”

The geography teacher walks into the class and everyone has to settle down.

Marlon and the crazy thoughts in my head are forced to take a backseat for now…

For the next few hours of class everyone is talking about Marlon and his mysterious beanie. They think it's sexy, a fashion statement of some sort.

Bernice on the other hand won't stop bugging me about why she thinks Marlon tried to beat me in the middle of class.

She is one of my only friends in this hellish classroom, but she is getting on my last nerve right now…

I'm updating my biology notes when a warm liquid pours on my pants and shirt.

I gasp and find myself all stiff. Hannah has just spilled her coffee all over me.

“Goddamn it,” I slam my pen against the table.

“Oh my God, Luther, I'm so sorry.” she gasps and try using the sleeve of her sweater to get as much of the coffee off me.

“Just forget it, okay?” I tell her as I stand up to my feet.

I walk to the restroom and examine the damage done.

I take off my shirt and start to wash the stain under the sink. I try my best not to drench the whole thing with water.

I start to wipe my trousers too, as carefully as I can.

“God, I hate this school.” I mutter.

The door slam shut, and I immediately feel a tightening of doom in my stomach.

I turn around to see Marlon standing in front of me, with his hideous beanie.

“What do you want, Gustave?” I ask, trying not to appear so scared.

He doesn't answer, instead he is biting down his lip and staring at my torso. I forgot that I am not wearing a shirt.

With the speed of light, I turn around, lest he would see how red my face is.

I don't understand why he is staring at me so much. Is Marlon Gustave… gay?

“You aren't the most smooth criminal, you know. I saw you with the stupid brick. You almost gave me a concussion, you fool.” He snort.

“If it's enough to teach you a lesson not to mess with me, I'm glad I did it.” I say without turning around.

My words anger him, and for the second time today, he push me against the wall, holding my neck like he wants to crush it.

My lips are tightly pressed together as my chest move up and down. “Don't try to bully me again, Marlon. I still have that brick in my bag.”

He shut his eyes and let out the most hungry growl I have ever heard in my life.

“Fuck it.”

His lips crash against mine in the most passionate kiss I've ever experienced.

The warmth and fierceness of his lips consume me, and I find myself kissing him right back, fighting his tongue for dominance.

He grab my hands and pin them above my head and he used his other hand to caress the bulge in my pants, my eyes almost roll to the back of my head.

The throbbing is like nothing I have ever experienced in my life, I feel so close to releasing in my pants….

Then a sudden panic fills my heart.

“Stop! Stop! ” I tell him in a shaky voice that I can't even recognize as mine. “Someone might see us.”

He pulls away with a realizing frown on his face. “Crap, I got carried away.”

He stands a few feet away and pull his lower lips as he thinks.

“What's your house address?” He suddenly asks me.

“Huh?”

He brings out a pen from his pocket and sticks out his left hand to me. “Here. Write it down.”

I work like a sex starved robot. I take the pen and scribble my address over his hand.

When I'm done, he reads through it and nods. “Keep your window open tonight.”

“Wh– what?”

“Don't you understand fucking english, Wayne?” He snap at me impatiently.

He walks out and bangs the door very loudly after him.

I turn to stare at myself in the mirror.

I am sweating and shaking like a leaf on a windy day. I can still taste his lips on my tongue.

What the hell just happened between Marlon and I?