Ethereal (BxB)

Chapter 1

L U C A

7:49 AM

What's happening with me? I can't go through slumber, hence the thought of being spectate at my sleep. I keep shifting and turning on my bed. Even the slightest crumble caused by the falling leaves outside or the sound of curtains shuffling because of the stiff wind from the night bothered me afar.

The mail kept running on replay inside my brain. Future husband, future husband, future husband. f**k! I exhale but it never goes away. I tried ignoring it; you know? I tried to let it slip because who knows that was just a f*****g prank? Right? But in the end, I leave it to be the truth. I leave it serious.

Next morning, our Mathematics teacher gave me a sermon. Long, long sermon. "What happened? Why'd you slept in the middle of his class?" Peter called while fretting his own lunch ravenously.

"I can't help - I received a goddamn threat yesterday-I don't know what is it literally but it contains such emotions. Gay emotions," I retorted. In spite of being grossed out about the letter, it was mostly flattered me.

"Threat? Are you joking right now?" I quickly leap out off my seat, ignoring his last gasp of a sentence as I delightfully took my grand exit with greets from my new and old one friends.

Usually I walk with them, but now that I have a major problem. My head just snap shook at anyone else's help. Throughout the time in this day of school. I just sit on my butt, sometimes fidgetting on my fingers while slightly anxious without frankly justified reasons, but mostly - I click on my phone.

Checking if I'm updated, or surfing through someone's profile. I... forget it, I'm being a creep. Anyway, so as I said earlier 'mostly I click on my phone'? Yes, I'm a bit into a virtual life. But not the type of being narcissist -posting their photos even though it's pointless- apparently, I'm just a... you know? Average person.

Though, why did that happened? The mail-thing... Maybe it's a prank... Or maybe it's a joke from my friend?

Yeah?!

I huff into annoyance, turning my direction back where did I came from. I search through my eyes, but unfortunately they were out of the line now. "I should've seen this coming," I whispered.

"You what?"

~!

My heart suddenly pumps blood then my brain told me to react out of innocence, which I did right; gaping horrendously at the person as I shove them back away slightly offensive.

"What the f**k was that for?!" He-Enzo. His name's Lorenzo, my friend s***h batch mate, protested. We're not that close, but we interact like more-than-friends-cliché whenever we need something towards each others.

Back to the topic. He hissed right on my face with a red flat burning glare straight onto me.

"S-stop whispering in my ears like that!" I demanded childishly. Yet he just smirk in return, churning some embers inside my stomach.

"Well, I believe there's nothing wrong about being this close with you just like your friends do." He winked, I rolled my eyes. "Man, you're so feisty." He added out of the blue.

"Hey, stop playing around. We aren't that close - very far from getting close though, and this s**t like you always do with me whenever you wanted is rather annoying," I retorted rudely as I roll my eyes once more. "Just go back being a toddler like what you looked like and do not ever bug me again otherwise you'll see your own cheeks and my fists colliding. Understood?"

"Nah, I can do everything I wanted." With his sly reply, I forced myself to release a fake laugh simultaneously storming out all of the sudden.

Luckily, I escaped. "Why are you running?" Yet... Another man inquired deeply.

"Pewee?" Yeah, it's his name. Short term for Pewellmaniazar. Pewee is not so - the kind of getting bathe under the heat of the sun. He's shorter than any male students who played sports here, he's well... Openly gay. But something on him that anyone would be charmed; his voice. It's so deep and pack as one like if you'll turn your back on him you wouldn't expect what you'll see if you turn back after he said something.

"Did you do weird things again, isn't it?" He pressed while looking north at me.

At first I hesitate. Pewee is a good friend, Enzo too. But if I were going to lie from the either both of them? - wait... Actually, I don't have any problems to deal... Why am I overreacting? "Nothing," I laced with gritted teeth.

"I know you, Lu. You aren't that late to reply, unless if you thought about something first. Now, tell me." He flaunted his lashes slightly fast then hold one of my wrist with faint squeezes every seconds.

"Uh, hello? You aren't me. I don't really care if you're concern with me. No offense, actually." But he didn't take it as a non-offensive statement, instead, he flicked his middle finger at my face then rush down the other side of this hallway where we stood nonchalantly.

Pretty pathetic boy.

A minutes ago while I was searching for my theater ticket through my locker, a piece of nicely folded intermediate fell on my palm. As I was about to open it, another thing knocked me back from my stance.

I remained surprised and heavy headed for the past few seconds. Meanwhile, the things started sliding down-out off my locker which was embarrassing because I have three condoms in.

I started picking up the things, including the dead butterfly that shocked me seconds ago and the paper.

The paper has words at the front and it was written in a godlike hand work. I close my locker and lean on it before finally opening the folded letter.

My Dearest Luca,

I know you've read my first letter already, and I hope you like the insect. Anyway, you're as blooming as everyday I saw you this morning. You always make me aroused every time you laugh, your fresh smell, your sexiness and your beauty meant nothing to everyone else here.

I'm aware you're afraid of me, I know you're scared with insects, in fact I knew you have entomophobia. But forget it, I don't give a f**k if you have anything disappointing... All I wanna have is your body underneath me. Your moan, your hands clawing unto my skin etch some flare in me. Your tight hole that needs prepping burned with warmness around my c**k.

Every time I thrust inside, you gave me some distinct yet pleasing whimpers. Even the thought of your collar bones covered by my love bites made me wanna c*m again. Oh my dearest boy, I can't wait 'til the time comes. I wish you could feel what I felt over you right now, I also want you to like me sexually as I do.

Your husband,

Unknown

Once I read it in my head, those descriptive s*x churned my insides. The deafening high pitch sound pierced through my mind as if it affects my entire mental health to engage in an extreme hostility towards everyone walking on the alleyway.

I wander my gaze side to side, searching through shadows if I find someone creeping me from behind, yet I found nothing. With a defeated sigh, I considered the paper as a new trash, locating the trash bin behind the theater room.

Once I reach my destination, a quick and delicate hand threw something down just like me. I look up and saw him again, the devil himself smiling down at me. "Don't you know that I almost hit my head on the cement because of your total jerkness?" He mocked.

Somehow, my bitter and meanish demeanor grew wicked as I just hummed for an answer then turn my back on the person nonchalantly. Yes, I'm bitter that he's such a f*****g full of himself, he's so bold, and low like laughing even though it isn't funny, he simply give me a smug look too.

"Yeah! Ignore me anytime you want, but I'll assure you, you'll kneel before me sooner as I ask."

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Title:

Life of a Jack of hearts.