Ethereal (BxB)

Chapter 5

L U C A

2:45 PM

Unfortunately, I slept in class again, but in Chemistry. And I was lucky since Mr. Kunkka doesn't give a f**k, he said, 'As long as we won't fail our subject on him, we're free to sleep anytime we want.' Phew. "Hey, vice." With an emphasis atop of vice, Enzo cringe me.

"Don't call me that," I deadpand. "Plus, I already told you to stop bringing so much info about me. Haven't I said I'll back out as your f*****g vice president? Why are you still over it calling me that?" I flared.

"Mad dog, chill. Okay, fine, I'll stop calling you that. But... I will not gonna exclude you out of your obligations as our vice president. You'll stay on your position and you'll go with me more often than you're doing with your best friend Peter. Got it?" He explained in a way that made me hitch my voice. After awhile, he nudge me when I suddenly drift out. Thinking of things I would ditch when I wasn't with Peter.

"Are you seriously gonna take one of my friends?"

"Nope, you'll just stick with me more than you stick with him. So, are we settled?" He motioned over his hand.

I sigh, "Fine."

~

Dear Luca,

You've already seen my face. I hope I'm as handsome as you, but no. You have a bottom-position-like beauty, and I have a top one so we're fit laces. We're suited together, and our lines were compatible. Do you wish on kissing me already? Because I do.

I'm dreaming of something... Something like; me at the top of you. f*****g, sweaty, and ecstatic. Every moans you make, every noise we made from things has been rubbing together, and from the sweet sound of kisses I gave you. Do you know it's killing me when I saw you laughing with that Peter s**t? You should be thanking me that I did not killed him by pushing him off your balcony when I have the chance.

But after all, it's still pointless to dwell over someone because I know you aren't gonna f**k dudes regardless of me being invisible all the time. And if you find me here, try harder because I'm not just anyone you would guess about.

EJ,

Yours Only

That's his name, that's the letter he put on my desk and that's creepy.

If I'm not just a boy, maybe I am crying right now. I don't wanna say I don't like this, yes I'm flattered but not that I'll get to the point of letting him make his way to me. No homo, just saying. And yet again he told me I already saw his face, because no... I haven't... Noticed it yet???

I sigh, folding the envelope back on its designated lines as I put the damn paper inside my locker. Honestly, I wasn't pleased at all, I'm not amused at how lovely he is towards me, and I gotta be honest, this whole thing between him and I is just a bullshit. Why should I be afraid of an uncalled gossip? It will remain false as long as no one would know. If he's holding this for someone's sake, then it's not enough to be a threat. Am I rightht?

So I shrug the thought off, feeling blooming and fresh back. "Natalie, just accept my love over you?!" I flinch slightly when a boy slammed his fist over the locker where the Natalie girl stood carefully. If I'm correct, maybe I noticed this girl somewhere. She's definitely not the person who looked like before, but we are, I think acquaintances?

"Woah, woah, woah~ Dude, don't use violence when it's about courting somebody." I entered the conversation rather idiotically. Once I said that, the boy gave me a one sided glare, and the girl gave me a sheepish smile. Not bad at all.

"Who told you to tell me what to do?" The boy countered out, making my jaw fell agape.

"No... I'm not telling you what to do, I'm just making sure no one's gonna get hurt here if someone made a scene." Should I lessen how blunt I sounds like? Because it appears like they understood what I meant.

"Oh, so you're telling me I'm a mess because I can hurt someone if I made a scene? Is that what you are telling? Am I right?" God, this piece of s**t will never get out of my nerve as soon as he get what he wanted; a beating. And seriously? Mess is the first adjective that came out from his mouth? Or maybe he's admitting the truth? Oh, thanks.

With a sigh, bowing my head slightly as well as shaking it subsequently, I manage to breath the oxygen where we are all breathing. "You know? You shouldn't be looking at yourself so down as if you're just a cockroach because I didn't said something like that. And if you'll just respond 'no, I'm seeing it in your face. I'm a mess' then maybe that's a fact because that's what I'm seeing too, you dipwad." That's it, I've had enough.

Soon, no one dares to spill their tea on me. Okay, I'm not that savage, but please, guys. I'm not a freak. I've just said that because recently, I received another letter. And yet again, this will only walk inside my mind. I can't share this because it's ridiculous. They might think (with full certainty) I'm the freak one.

Right from the start, I was really a sharp tongued boy. They said I was so full of myself, arrogant and asshole. Which was right, because I can't help it. These humans were just dumb and trash, yours truly. "Hey~" that when someone else's voice cut off my thought.

I look around, glare was still onwards and visible. "Who are you?" My rudeness started to drift and I have no longer the side of being ordinary.

"Uh, neighborhood? Our chemistry classroom were just side by side. And we have a Catering subject together." Then he smiles. The boy seemed too tall, I guess six foot tall? One eighty three... Maybe..., but there's something more intimidating about him that intrigued me. I'm just five foot eight and that's not so far from him, yet I still need to look up. (If he's close.)

"And why did you suddenly had an urge to call upon me? Don't you think it's even necessary to? And if you'll just going to stay quiet, then would you rather please excuse me because I'm running errands, understood?" All were intended to be a rhetorical question but out of the blue, he sigh, he roll his eyes, and he grumbled. How the f**k?

"I didn't thought a Luca like you will act shitty around. Dude, your attitude is a trash. Keep doing that and someone might discard it for you, mark my words." He then leave without flaunting what his purpose really are. God forgive me if I did something to that dickhead.

However, when I tried cooling my hot veins out. A surge of another irritation distract me, in which this slut whose boobs were kinda fake stand at the front of me while finger on lips, biting it seductively. But oh boy, I didn't find it attractive at all.

"Miss, try harder," I commented with eye brows meeting together.

She gasps, "Yo-you..." And stormed off out my sight.

I'm not like this, not harsh like this. But that letters, and the boy earlier made me so f*****g head-exploding mad. There were mists of emotions and hatred when I saw myself on the mirror. Glad that I wasn't ugly this time. I nonchalantly shrug my expression and turned out to drive off the road and quickly halt at the front of the company where I usually work; Champion.

A brand of men's clothes but way more comfy because they're the one who recommend this by using attractive dudes in their magazines. Anyway, I walk through the quiet tiled floor. The building was tall, the blinding white color of it was so damn attention seeker, and the smell inside was alluring.

There weren't any businessmen walking everywhere so I presume a large sale was already released and they were on the sale station for employees only. And when I stepped over, I'm not wrong. They were really here, grabbing what they wanted. Lines on cashiers, bags on their hands, and other were shouting over. "Oh, you're already here, Mr. Laurence." One of my coworkers greeted.

Mina is beautiful and we're mostly partnered for having a lot of in commons.

Ding!

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Title:

Trash attitude.