GAVIN.

That Monday morning, I was strolling along the crowded hallway, feeling shitty because it's a freakin' Monday; my worst day of the week.

I didn't even wanna come to school today after everything that had happened over the weekend. I wanted to stay in bed and binge reality shows and then munch on snacks till I pass out.

But then I decided last minute to come to school. You know, 'cause I have basketball practice later today. Can't miss that, being captain and all. And the other reason I decided to show up was because of a certain Latino who I miss so fucking much.

I know that we had a messy break up but I haven't stopped thinking of him. It still feels unreal that it's over between us. I really tried to apologize but he didn't want to forgive me. Claimed that he wanted nothing to do with me. And it hurt so fucking much.

I tried numbing the pain by drinking and getting high on Brianna's pill but it didn't really work like I had expected. Sure I had a little bit of fun on the dance floor with her and forgot about my shit for a second. I wish she had given me something stronger.

Oh, the highlight of my fucking weekend was when I ended up in a jail cell with a bunch of criminals and smelly drunkards. One guy literally took a shit in a bucket, right in front of everyone. It was the most disgusting and disturbing thing I have ever witnessed. I am never going back in there, I swear.

I'd rather go to a monastery.

Anyway after I had been released on bail, I tried calling Carlito but he had blocked my number and the calls weren't going through. So, I went over to his place to try and talk things out but a woman who I learnt was his aunt, literally pointed a hand gun on my groin then told me and I quote: 'Don't you ever talk to my sobrino or look in his direction or so help me God, I will blow your cojones right off.'

Yup. She literally threatened my balls. I admit, I was scared for a second that she was gonna do it. What if she actually went through with it? Does that mean I would have lost my balls? I mean how would my dick have looked without balls? Can a dick even function without balls?

You know what? Imma ask Mrs. Hanna since she's clearly the smartest biology teacher I know.

That morning while I was navigating the hallway, teenagers who literally had nothing going on for them, were gawking at me. Some of them had the audacity to gossip me in my fucking face.

"Did you know that Gavin got arrested and spent a night in jail?" Some squirrel toned bitch gossiped.

"Really? Why was he arrested?" Another inquired, seemingly too interested in my shit. Honestly don't these kids have better things to do with their pathetic lives?

"Heard a rumour that he killed someone." Oh for fucks sake! If you're gonna spread rumours about someone, get the facts fucking straight.

"Oh my god, he's a murderer. Why did they let him go?"

"His parents are influential so obviously they pulled some strings and had him freed." Her statement held some truth in it. Yes, after my unfortunate arrest mom's lawyer worked his magic and I was released from custody. I expected mom to scold me or yell my ears off but she was awfully calm about the whole me-getting-arrested thing.

Somehow her being calm about the situation scares me more. What is she cooking in that head of hers? Or is this her way of showing that she's finally changed from her old ways? Has she finally gone soft on me? Maybe. But it's still kinda hard to believe because Octavia Winston never lets anything slide.

That reminds me, my parents will be arriving in the course of the week for the annual charity gala which is going to take place over the weekend. Which means I have a shit ton of things to overlook for the event before their arrival. I'll be burning the midnight oil a lot this week.

After what felt like hours of strolling along the crowded hallway, I finally got to my locker and unlocked it. Photos of Carlito and me that were glued on the locker walls, came to view. We looked so happy in those photos; completely and irrevocably in love.

I traced my fingers on one of the photos where he was perched on my lap with my arm around his slim waist and he was feeding me his ice cream. The photo had been taken during our ice cream date and I recall being so happy and content in that moment. With him in my arms, I needed no one else.

Sadness tugged at my heart as I reminisced the beautiful moments that had been captured in the photos.Tears stung my eyes, sliding freely down my cheeks.

Nope. I promised myself not to cry again.

Swiftly, I wiped away my tears using the back of my hand. I took out my calculus books, pens and other stationery then banged my locker shut and headed to class.

**

No sooner had I gotten to the classroom than the school bell rang, signalling the begining of first period. Murmurs and noises floated in the classroom as usual. A few glances were thrown my way as I made my way to my desk at the back of the classroom.

"Morning Gavin." My loyal desk mate greeted, while pulling out a chair for me. She smiled, revealing her braces-free teeth. She looked different without the braces.

"Morning Clarisse." I retorted, resting my butt on the wooden chair and placing my books on the desk.

"I finished your geography and biology assignments." She revealed, handing me the respective assignments.

"Good job." I commented while going through the assignments.

"Thank you." She retorted, gleefully. "I wanna invite you to my birthday party this weekend." She spoke.

"I'll be extremely busy this weekend so I can't make it. But I'll send you a gift..if you want."

"I would love that. Thank you so much Gavin. You're the best." She excitedly declared then gave me a side hug, placing her head on my shoulder. I released an awkward smile, not exactly sure how to feel about the situation.

Mr. Modrich, the calculus teacher walked into the classroom with a pile of papers in his hands. Silence reigned the room as soon as he made his presence known.

"Good morning class." He greeted while placing the papers on the teacher's desk.

"Good morning Mr. Modrich." The rest of the class replied to his greeting in unison.

"Today you are going to do a random assessment test. You'll have only twenty minutes to answer all the questions." He literally ambushed us with this random assessment test, as expected.

"Whoever scores the least will get a week's detention." He announced, triggering panicked murmurs in the room.

Great. I'm definitely going to score the least which means I'm getting a detention. Guess there's no practice for me this week. Fuck.

"Silence!" He commanded then started distributing the test papers in class. The moment I laid my eyes on the questions, I knew that I was utterly fucked. Because as expected I didn't know shit. All I could make out were s bunch of 'fs' and 'xs' and some numbers.

Now is one of those moments that I wish I hadn't turned the tutor sessions into full blown make outs. I mean, I wanted to really concentrate but he made it so hard...being cute and nerdy while trying to explain the calculus concepts to me. I should have been stronger, resisted his charms but I was too stupidly in love and now I'm gonna fail this test.

Fuck.

I glanced at my desk mate who was busy doing the test. She had answered most of the questions. In fact, she was smiling while answering the questions. Who the fuck smiles while doing a calculus test?

"Don't even think of copying because that'll be a two weeks detention." The teacher's voice boomed, as his stern gaze rested on me. Fucking great.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Come in, Carl." At the mention of his name my eyes shot to the direction of the door. My heart skipped several beats when my eyes landed on his form.

He looked different.

His gelled hair had been dyed dark shade of crimson and a purple eye shadow adorned his gorgeous blue eyes. I took my time, scanning his outfit which was a see-through black mesh vest and a pair of blue denim shorts that reached mid-thigh. A pair of black fishnets adorned his slim thighs, covering all the way to his legs.

"Thank you, Mr. Modrich and I apologize for coming in late." He spoke, his glossy lips stretching into a small smile as he walked into the classroom; his converses shrieking against the tiled floor.

My gaze was glued to him, like a piece of metal on a magnet; the organ in my chest aching with need to run to him.

Fuck.

I gripped the edge of my desk to control myself from getting up and going to him. It was so hard sitting here, not being able to hold him, breathe his lavender scent in, to kiss him and whisper a thousand apologies for the shit I put him through. I fucking love him with everything I have.

I fucked up big time and I know that at this point nothing I say or do will make him forgive me, but I wanna keep trying. I wanna win him over and fix the trust that I broke. I wanna fight for him, even if it costs me my balls in the end.

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A/N

Hello loves. I know that this chapter is shorter than the others and I'm sorry for that. I wanted to make it longer but time caught up with me.

Anyway how was it? Boring? Plain? Good? What do you think will happen next? Talk to me in the comments.