HANDSOME SCAR FACE, SAM (BL)

DEVIL'S CAVE

"Hey, grab my backpack," I said with a gesture for him to pick up my backpack.

"Hey, why it seems like you are bullying George?" Pat asked simply.

"No, he lost a bet so it's a punishment for losing that bet," I replied Pat with simple wink.

I know that Pat will be pissed, he seems like a person who is anti-bully, he likes everyone when they are all calmed and that makes him a cool person, but what's happening between me and George no one must not get in the way, and also George he must not involve anyone or seek help somewhere because it won't be nice to him, I won't go smoothly on him at all.

Pat passed us, he looked like he was in a hurry, so it was me and George only, he is so quiet as if he is planning or running away from me.

"Where is your place? Today I am going to your home to take care of me the whole night," I said just to mock him because I love seeing his shocked and confused face.

Is he crazy? How can I invite a complete stranger to my home, and we don't do well with visitors at home, I never invited anyone at home, I will shock my parent and anyway my father he doesn't like visitors at home and most of all, I walk my home is far away?

"What are you smiling at?" I asked Sam who seem enjoy smiling at my face.

"You! I am expecting you to say something to me," I asked George who gave me the face I was expecting to see.

"I sleep at the shelter home, I am an orphan and it's far away from here, I walk every day," I said, I hope he listens.

"Okay, lovely then I am an orphan too, I always wanted to tell you, so let's go, I know they are very welcoming, carry my bag like yours, I don't want it to rip apart," I said simply and looked forward.

I wonder who his parents are, they must be suffering and regret birthing him, how can he always manage to put a smile like this.

"Let's go," I said with a slight of a smile, I know I have an evil plan, I giggled after my thought.

We walked surrounding same three buildings three times and I was so tired, I couldn't take it anymore, but my ego couldn't let me rest without tiring him. He was sweating so much, I saw his shirt was drenched in sweats and I loved seeing him tired like that and panting, it really made me happy.

"Let's go this is the last street then we will reach," I said with a lovely smile staring at him and he just nodded while breathing heavily.

I was walking upfront him, then I turned to see if he's still alive and yes, he was but he was bare chest, with his shirt and tie in his right-hand drinking steel water. And on which time did he buy the water? Wait what if he's an alien and he can teleport, but he can't be because he's sweating and tired. I approached him slowly and he handed me his shirt and tie, and they were wet by his sweat.

"When you reach home, wash them along with yours, and don't use a laundry machine, use your hands," I said while looking at him then my taxi arrived, I gave him a warm smile before getting in. "And give me your number."

"For what?" I asked Sam.

"So that I could get my things tomorrow morning before I could get inside the school, so hurry up." I said and gestured him to take out his phone from his pant.

I knew he would do something like this, so I called a taxi. He totally thinks I am stupid like him. I enjoy playing him like this. It does feel good going home without carrying anything.

I got home using the back gate, my parents are always home with my younger siblings, and they will question me why I am bringing other learner's belongings and I wouldn't be able to answer the. It took me two hours to arrive home because I was so tired, I was just walking so slow that I finished water from my bottle and Sam's.

After taking a shower, I went at the back carrying my school uniforms and his, as I was about to throw his shirt inside the I picked a very nice scent of his shirt; spicy scent, it just smells him, I grasp it in my both hands and sniff it, I took a long inhale with my whole face covered with his shirt, I loved his scent then I heard his voice echoing in both of my ears and laughing, I quickly threw the shirt in the water. I was using the basin that is attached to the outside bathroom at the side.

George he's not responding my text messages and calls and I am at the school gate waiting for him. If he is still asleep or playing his stupid games with me, he will be dead when he gets here. I told him directly that we will meet here. I was in my deep thoughts until I heard some heavy breathings behind me. When I turned back it's him, George, sweating.

"Where are you running? Why were you not answering my calls?" I asked with a furious face and voice, I let out my deep voice to escape my lips today.

"I have your shirt and tie all clean and ironed well," I said while handing him them and I was very tired from running.

Sam took off his sweet tight pink t-shirt he was wearing and exposed his bare chest again in front of me, I heard some learners whispering and gasping, their stares were totally disturbing my sight, but our prince here don't seem to mind.

"Take, and place it well inside the backpack," I said while taking on my shirt. "No, your backpack not mine."

"Wow!" I said with some nodding and placing his t-shirt well inside my backpack.

Sam asked me how I slept, and his question sounded very genuine, and he got me blushing, but I have hidden well my blush.

"I slept well, and you?" I asked him with a glance at his face and he said Well too with a nodding with a straight face, but he looked handsome though.

We continued our walk to the classroom.

"Give me an orange juice I want to drink before I get inside," I said while stretching my arm for him to place it inside my arm, but I got surprised when he was just staring at me, I didn't like his stare.

Things changed from being sweet to being in a devil cave. He shoved my whole body inside the school toilets, the school should install the cameras inside. And I don't know why he always gets lucky that we find no one here. He threw my body against the wall, but I got lucky because I had my backpack at my back and his on my stomach it didn't hurt a bit.

"Do you want to die?" he asked with his right hand squeezing my jaws so tight making my lips to pout.

I couldn't talk from his squeeze; I was just mumbling. I felt him loosen his grip.

Why is my heart pounding hard by looking at his pout?

"I hate your lips, go and buy me a juice, and hurry up," I said it with a shout at my last word.