"Where is it?" Hawthorne barked.
"Where is what?" Railings appeared innocent but Hawthorne wouldn't fall for that look. Only Railings had a kink to mess with him.
What more can happen? Hawthorne received a video from an anonymous number. It was a video of him wearing SpongeBob SquarePants and dancing in the bathroom while singing ''baby' by Justin Bieber. Another embarrassing move and Hawthorne was very sure that the anonymous video was from Railings.
Railings played dumb, feigning a look of confusion. "Gosh, Hawthorne," he drawled, rolling his eyes in exaggerated exasperation, "I don't know what you're talking about. You're gonna have to be a bit more specific."
Hawthorne's fists clenched tighter, he leaned closer to Railings, his face mere inches from the other boy's. "The video," he seethed through clenched teeth. "You think I'm gonna let you use it against me?"
Railings' smirk deepened, his eyes dancing with delight. "Oh, but I'm not gonna use it against you, Hawthorne." he said, his voice deceptively sweet. "I'm gonna cherish it. Frame it. Keep it as a memento of the night you finally bared your soul, even if it was to a bottle of Jack Daniels."
Hawthorne lunged forward, grabbing Railings' collar in a white-hot fury.
Railings' face hardened, his amusement vanishing. "Get your hands off me," he snarled, wrenching himself free from Hawthorne's grip. "I'm not afraid of you."
Hawthorne glared at Railings, his breathing coming in harsh, ragged gasps. "You're not afraid because you're a coward," he spat. "You'd rather hide behind your snarky jokes than face me like a man."
Railings' gaze narrowed. "You want me to face you like a man?" he challenged, stepping closer to Hawthorne, the air between them charged with electricity. "Fine."
Railings didn't think, he just clashed his lips on Hawthorne's. With a gasp of shock, Hawthorne nearly forgot how to breath. Railings' kiss was fierce and unexpected, his lips a brand against Hawthorne's own. Hawthorne's body tensed, his mind filled of confusion, anger, and an inexplicable, aching heat that burned through his veins.
A strangled sound tore from his throat, partway between a moan and a growl. He knew he should push Railings away, knew he should call him out for this twisted game he was suddenly playing. But something stopped him. Something deep inside him responded to Railings' touch, to the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them.
Hawthorne could feel Railings' smirk against his lips, the smugness and victory that twisted the kiss into something dark and dangerous. But Hawthorne wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and he wasn't about to let Railings have the last laugh.
Growling, he pushed back against Railings, his mouth turning the kiss into a battle for dominance. Railings responded in kind, his hands tightening on Hawthorne's arms as the kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a fierce dance.
The kiss was a hurricane, Hawthorne's body was on fire, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might break through his chest. This was madness, he knew, insanity to be kissing his enemy, the boy who had made his school life a living hell since they first met.
But logic and reason seemed a distant memory, lost in the haze of passion that clouded his mind.
Suddenly, as if remembering where they were and what was at stake, Railings broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "I—" he began, but the words died on hislipss.
Hawthorne stepped back, putting distance between them. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes burning with a fire that had nothing to do with anger.
"Wow I—" Railings started.
"I don't know what the hell that was," Hawthorne finally said, his voice low and husky. "But I'm not letting you forget it."
Railings jaw tensed, his heart pounding in his chest. "You think I'd let you forget?" he countered, his voice tight.
Hawthorne swallowed, "I should he punching you in the face."
Railings' lips quirked in a half-smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Guess we're even then," he replied. "I've got your video, and I gave you a kiss."
"Oh my! You think that was even? You're the one who kissed me!" Hawthorne pointed out, his anger and confusion tangling in one.
Railings scoffed, "It's not like you didn't enjoy it."
Hawthorne stopped for a second, his eyes a flicker of being mocked as he received a laugh. "I—y—you're a narcissist! You're kissing me and then behave like I'm the one who's at fault! Who said I enjoyed it? Stop kidding me."
"You didn't push me away."A fact.
"I didn't get a chance to!" A lie.
Both were the mixture of the intense atmosphere that brew around them, so thick.
"Are you worried it might get out?" Railings smirked, but his tone was rather serious.
Hawthorne rolled his eyes, trying to maintain a facade of indifference. "I'm not worried," he scoffed. "I'm not the one who's going to get laughed out of school."
"Look who's making threats…" Railings laughed.
"You sure it's just a threat?" Hawthorne asked, his voice taking on a hard edge but he was still a confused mess about what happened. "You think no one's gonna find out about what happened between us? Because I promise you, if that video gets out, so does the story of your kiss."
Railings clenched his teeth, the threat sending a chill down his spine. "You wouldn't," he growled, the heat of anger overriding his other, more confusing emotions.
"Wouldn't I?" Hawthorne countered, a cold smile playing on his lips. "If you screw with me, I'll screw you right back. You know that."
Railings eyes narrowed,"You're nothing but a coward."
Hawthorne stepped closer, his expression intense and focused. "Careful," he warned, his voice threatening. "You don't want to mess with me. The only thing you're good at is telling me that I'm a coward."
"You're so infuriating!" Railings said like he couldn't believe his mind! He walked towards the door and walked out, leaving it open.
Hawthorne scoffed standing up to close the door while he mockingly imitate Railings. He sat down with a sigh, his phone beeping. It was a text.
Hawthorne grabbed his phone and opened the message, it was from his father. You're having a baby sister.
His fist clenched, almost making him throw the phone on the wall but he didn't. After all, it was the only phone he had and he didn't want to sacrifice it because of his anger.
He was having a baby sister. Those were supposed to be great news I mean, he was having a baby sister. However, Hawthorne was angry about those news. After all, his father was finally having a child of his own with someone he truly loved.
The day became hell for Hawthorne, it was dragging and very exhausting. All he wanted was to punch a wall and let him anger slide but under the confined spaces of Wytham House School, that was nearly impossible. Everything was annoying to him.
"You alright mate?" Railings walked inside the dorm room.
Hawthorne mumbled something Railings couldn't make out in words. The shorter male sighed loudly, turning to face up.
"You alright?" Railings asked once more.
"My father is having a child." He mumbled.
Railings' face turned confused, "Then? Ain't you supposed to be happy and jumping in joy? Why do you look depressed?"
"Nothing." Hawthorne sighed. What if he used his problems against him? It wouldn't be the first time.
"I'll not use it against you." Like he read his thoughts.
Hawthorne didn't say anything for a second but then he decided to say it. "Look, my mom and father were never really in love so their marriage was arranged between families. My mom died a few years ago then my father immediately brought his lover and illegitimate child to our house then I was sent out to boarding school. So they're out here playing happy family while I was 'kicked' out of the house."
"That's really bad Hawthorne…" Railings was surprisingly sincere with his words.
Hawthorne smiled sadly, "Well now I'm even more frustrated and angry and mad and…." he sighed. "My father doesn't really acknowledge me so that makes everything even more frustrating like he just dumped me in here and left me to rot while he's playing happy family with his 'real' family."
"Have you ever spoken to him?" Railings asked.
"Never got a chance to." He muttered.
Railings' expression softened, his face a mask of concern. "Damn." he muttered under his breath, his brows furrowing. "That sucks. No one should have to go through that."
Hawthorne let out a dry laugh, the sound devoid of humor. "Yeah, well, life's a bitch and then you die, right?"
Railings nodded, his eyes holding Hawthorne's in a rare moment of empathy. "I get it." he said, his voice quiet and sincere.
There was a moment of silence between them. And then, almost as if by some unspoken agreement, Railings reached out and rested his hand on Hawthorne's shoulder.
Hawthorne tensed at the touch, his gaze flickering to Railings' face, "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice taut with emotion.
Railings shrugged, his hand still resting lightly on Hawthorne's shoulder.
Railings seemed to struggle with his words for a moment, his eyes searching Hawthorne's face. "I...I'm sorry." he said finally, "About your dad. I don't know what that's like, but…" He trailed off.
Hawthorne stared at him, his mind reeling from the unexpected moment of tenderness. "You don't have to apologize," he said, his voice thick with emotion.
"I know," Railings replied, his hand still resting on Hawthorne's shoulder. "I don't really do this kind of thing..." he trailed off, his eyes avoiding Hawthorne's. "But I get it. Sometimes life just really sucks."
Hawthorne nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. "It does."
There was a long pause, and then, suddenly, Railings pulled Hawthorne into a tight hug, his arms encircling the other boy in a fierce embrace.
Hawthorne froze for a moment, his body stiff and unyielding. And then, slowly, he relaxed into the hug, his arms coming up to wrap around Railings in return.
"I—I feel bad about saying all those things before, you know. I didn't know it was really this bad for you." That came out soft.
Hawthorne laughed it off over the other male's shoulder and he replied, "It's alright."
"No it's not alright." Railings said finally, "I'm sorry."
They slowly pulled apart. "Am I supposed to say sorry as well? I mean, I've said some shit."
"Yeah you did." Railings was laughing as he said that.
"I'm sorry." Hawthorne said quietly.
Railings' face fell when he heard how sincere Hawthorne was. I mean, it was Kent Hawthorne. He was never that sincere before and Railings had to admit, he always do shit that never deserve Hawthorne's sincerity.
One thing was sure though, despite finding amusement in pressing the shorter male's buttons, that was a cover up to hide his feelings, his forbidden feelings because there was a famous rule in Wytham House School that the headmaster make sure to knock it on their minds.
#1 Rule : Students are not allowed to date, if you're found, you'll get expelled.
So he had to play it safe but now… God! Now, all Railings wanted to do was to jump the other male. Well, not literally.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Hawthorne asked.
"Because you're too beautiful." That came very unexpected even for Railings himself.
Hawthorne almost laughed, "What?"
"I—I—If you knew what kinds of thoughts I have right now." Oh if he knew how much Hawthorne wanted to kiss him so bad.
Hawthorne swallowed hard, his pulse quickening as Railings stepped closer to him, his body practically vibrating with anticipation. Railings moved towards Hawthorne, his body a whisper away from the shorter male's. Hawthorne's breath hitched as Railings leaned in, their lips only a breath apart.
"I shouldn't be doing this," Railings murmured, his eyes locked with Hawthorne's. "But I can't help myself."
And then, with a soft moan, Railings closed the distance between them, his lips crashing against Hawthorne's in a wild, frenzied kiss.
Hawthorne melted into the kiss, his heart racing as Railings' tongue danced along his lips, demanding entry. He opened for the taller male with ease, their tongues tangling in a heated embrace.
The kiss was a delicious mix of sweet and sinful, a forbidden fruit that both boys were suddenly eager to taste. They stumbled backwards towards the bed, their hands roaming over each other's bodies with a desperate urgency.
Clothes were shed, gasps and moans echoing in the air as they explored each other's bodies with an intensity that bordered on madness.