TW!! Making out at the beginning of the chapter, nothing like- Ayesha explicit, dw Asahi 2:13 PM - Thursday, November 13 The taste of him is so addicting. It's like a drug I'll never be able to part from. I felt a soft breeze brush against my arms, but it was easily forgotten due to our certain circumstances. The kiss deepened and my hands buried further up into his hair. It was always so soft, I wonder how he keeps it like that. But, my thoughts are once again swept away as his hands start to slip up underneath my shirt. It isn't high up, but goosebumps already start to raise where he's touched. The taste of metal envelopes my mouth as I feel his tongue start to prod at my lips. A shaky breath leaves my lips, but that only serves as an entry for him to slip his tongue in. I'm not sure how much time's gone by, but by the time Azuki finally finds us his shirt is nearly gone and my face is completely flushed. "Oh, should've figured I'd have found you two making out in some random little corner," she stated, quite loudly, as we finally pull apart. "So anyways, I'm skipping health class today. It's about $3x so there's no one I'm gonna get catcalled by the entire football team while in there. Thanks, but I'm not asking for your opinion," Azuki was always blunt with it, but I hadn't realized she was this blunt. Just moments later a very interesting looking Soran plopped down beside her, groaning softly. "I hate everyone so much right now," he mumbled, leaning against a vent. It creaked softly against his weight, but that was because these vents have been here since, like, 1983 or something. Figures. People like to make Soran and Aoki the butt of every joke since they're "emo" or whatever. I don't really care, Aoki's still hot either way. "What happened this time?" I ask, shifting so I'm sitting comfortably in Aoki's lap. "Everyone thinks me and the quarterback are h00k1ng |_|p because he was on his knees in front of me once. One time he was being a decent human being by helping me pick my stuff up, but no. Of course not," he replies with an extra sassy eye roll. Another cold breeze brushes past and my body involuntarily shivers. Despite his really s(nah)ty life, Aoki strips himself of his beloved hoodie and gives it to me. But, why I'm not all that surprised, is because he has like, thirteen of them in his locker. This one's just his favourite. So I slip it on over my basic t-shirt, my various bracelets sliding up my arms. I look like your basic white country boy, even with the accent, except I'm not white. I'm pretty dark in comparison to some of the other black students here, but I don't really mind. In comparison to Soran though... he looks like a ghost, which is actually hilarious. He's pretty paper white, but I think he's self conscious about it for some odd reason, so I don't comment on it anymore. I'm not sure why he's so self conscious about it, it's not like he's the butt of every r joke there is, but everyone has their own struggles. "Oh jeez. Just give it a minute, it'll ride out eventually," I reply, trying to comfort his unease. But in the middle of my words, Aoki decides to wrap his arms around me and make me his personal pillow. I don't mind it of course, but I don't think now's an appropriate time for him to make me a pillow... It's alright though, the other two are used to it. "Yeah. But the worst part is, I actually like him," he groans out, burying his head in his hands as he leaned it back against the vent. Silence. Well, that was a plot twist. Never knew Soran's taste leaned that way. I knew he was gay, but never that he leaned more towards the muscly type. Thinking back to every time I've ever seen the two in the same room, Soran is practically drooling over him every time. I can kinda picture it, but I don't really know anything about the guy besides the fact that he plays football. And his looks. He's famous for those. A murmured "twink," can be heard from behind me, coming from Aoki as he slowly drifts back to sleep. Yep. That's my little $h1+. Soran glares at him and Azuki just bites back a laugh. "So you like Logan, huh?" Azuki coos out in a teasing tone, looking over at Soran. "Logan Aquile? The same one who's dated at least half the cheer squad?" He just groans, cheeks flushed as he retorts back to that. "Yes, him you freaking lesbian." She snorts, rolling her eyes. "I dunno why you guys all use that against me, it don't do anything other than state the obvious."
Guys, I promise I'm not this much of a freak irl............... The urges I had to go deeper into detail than I actually did... but it's Scratch, so I couldn't. But if it was on Quotev, you know my @$$ would put 14 million different scenes in there besides this one THE LAST CHAPTER ENDED WITH A KISS, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?!?! The disappointment I felt in myself while writing this was insane.
