All Chapters of Mr. President Perfect: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Literacy explained everything to Josh’s mind. His insides were calibrated by the fascination of the mist, leading its way toward him like a cloud haunting a soul.“What?” Josh yelled to Tristan. His face was blunt while his knuckles stayed buried inside his pocket.“Sorry, Mr. President. Didn’t mean to interrupt the ideas rounding up in your mind,” Tristan said. He stared at the wall, his tan neck reflecting his handsome features and curly hair. Josh couldn’t process the guy in front of him. Once again, his brain was developing a sacred sin, forming into a time bomb. He had to stop this. Was he really going to let his emotions take over every time Tristan was around?He tightened his grip, fighting for the straight line inside his flesh. “Can you shut up? You're clearly annoying me and your voice is so dumb,” he said, rolling his eyes as his mind sharpened another bubble of irritation.“Psst, no need to be Mr. Clouth,” Tristan commented, his hands tucked inside pockets that trapped je

The air flooded with a sweaty pack of heat around the wolves in their seats. Josh could feel the pressure getting higher in his body. His hands were on a mission to hand out perfect water bottles that always spread a cold thread onto his skin. A smile appeared on his face when five students volunteered to join the day before, but quickly it tortured his persona. The crowd was not as happy as he was. There he was, glancing at the other team warming up their shoulders before the tournament started. On the other hand, Nathan’s team was consistent. They had their plans out through their mouths to ears. Nathan was the captain. Josh had not believed that yet. The booth of their club was in a crisis of help from people who dried up their lungs. On the other hand, Tristan was busy handshaking with his girlfriend, Olivia. Olivia’s braces embraced them and made a knot of hard walls through Josh’s throat. Josh’s hands were growing a seed that should not have been there. His head should not

The heavy doors clicked shut behind them. Josh's ears began to ring as they walked away from the room that had felt like a trap."Why would you do that, Josh?"Tristan’s voice lingered in the air. He froze, his body turning rigid."What do you mean?"Josh didn't glance back. His muscles tensed as a strange sensation roamed through his limbs. Tristan stamped his foot against the floor, sending a chaotic wave of sound echoing down the hallway. The students leaning against their lockers remained silent, their mouths zipped shut as they watched the tension unfold."What the heck is wrong with you!" Tristan snapped. "I’m asking you a question. Why would you take the blame for a devastating mistake that I caused?"Josh rolled his eyes. He felt a desperate urge to stop Tristan’s outburst before the flickering crowd of students."I was just helping you," Josh stated firmly. "In fact, we were both causing trouble. For your information, I’m the one who started it."He stepped forward, his heart

His hand leaned against Josh’s back like a failing brake. He was the only thing stopping the fall, the only thing preventing Josh from crashing against the hard ground.On the other side, Josh let his gaze fall open.Tristan’s face appeared before him, miraculously spotless. His nose seemed to command every inch of his features, perfectly placed, like something carved where clouds could sweeten and harden into bone. The image echoed in Josh’s mind like an angel calling for help. Strands of Tristan’s messy hair had fallen over his forehead, brushing against his skin.Josh’s side of the room felt unbelievably glorious. Tristan’s face shimmered under the glow of the ceiling lights.“Are you fine, Mr. President?” Tristan asked. His voice sounded… vulnerable.Josh felt his old defenses rising again, like something sharp crawling back into place. He wondered why fate kept doing this to them.“Yes, I am fine,” Josh said, though his voice shook despite his effort to sound firm.“Are you sure?

"Help! Josh, where are you!" Tristan’s voice cut clearly through the darkness. Josh was frantically reaching out, searching for a hand to hold. He didn’t know where Tristan was and he couldn't bring himself to answer. His throat was bone-dry, and his vision was swallowed by pitch black. Beneath him, the floor felt like cracking stone, twisting into hair-like symbols that chilled him to the bone. "I don't know where you are, Tristan! Just stay put. Don't fall! We’re still on the stage, not the floor," Josh warned. He was terrified that Tristan might stumble and fall straight into the blades of death. "Okay, got it. We should probably just stay still until the lights come back on. Hopefully, Jesus has mercy on us." Tristan was right, but Josh’s hands had just brushed against something hard and moving. His grip tightened instinctively, his muscles locking up because he couldn't tell what he was holding onto. "Josh, is that you? I can feel your hand. You’re really grabbing onto m