First Impression

Hunter's p.o.v

I was known for my wild ways and casual hookups at school. I had a reputation among the girls as a charming and attractive "playboy." Although I wasn't looking for serious commitment, I enjoyed the attention and conquests that came easily to me, heh I guess you can call me lucky.

As I sauntered down the school hallway, the sounds of my admirers surrounded me. The girls whispered and giggled, glancing my way as I passed by them, their eyes lingering in admiration. I was known for my good looks and ability to attract attention, much to the envy of the other boys in school, it's not my fault they're born ugly unlike me who was born charming.

I entered the classroom, I'm not just as a notorious ladies' man, but also as the top student in the class. My academic prowess was matched only by my charm, I'm not just a playboy but also a good student.

As I took my seat, heads turned in my direction, some in envy, others in admiration. I was popular, admired, and feared by many in the school. They can be jealous of me and try to ruin my reputation but I don't care it's their fault for being stupid.

The teacher entered the classroom, and all conversation ceased. She took a moment to silence the classroom, and then she spoke, "We have a new student today. Please welcome, Marcus Anderson." The room was immediately filled with whispers and murmurs as all eyes turned to the door, awaiting the arrival of the new student.

As the new student stepped inside the classroom I noticed that this person, Marcus was tall, with glasses that gave him a distinguished and studious appearance. When he entered the classroom, my first thought was that he looked like a typical nerd. But as I took a closer look, I realized that Marcus had a certain charm about him, and my confident demeanor made me stand out from the other students.

A fellow student, noticing Marcus' entrance, turned to me and commented, "Looks like someone here has some competition now! Better watch out, Hunter!" The classroom erupted in laughter, playfully teasing ME about the new arrival. I'm unfazed, chuckled and replied with a smirk, "Competition? Bring it on. I'll welcome the challenge with open arms."

Marcus met my gaze with a steely expression, his eyes lingering on me for a moment before casually turning away. His cool demeanor and indifferent expression conveyed a certain confidence that intrigued me. It seemed that Marcus was not easily swayed by the usual displays of popularity and attention that I was accustomed to receiving.

Our teacher clapped her hands, demanding everyone's attention. She then addressed Marcus, indicating an empty seat next to me, "Alright, everyone, let's settle down. Marcus, there's an open seat next to Hunter in the second row. Please take a seat."

Marcus walked up to the empty seat next to me and took his place sitting next to me. Despite the awkward silence and the obvious tension, Marcus remained composed and expressionless, seemingly unfazed by the attention and the whispers that swirled around the classroom. The class continued with the lesson, but I couldn't help but steal glances at my new neighbor, intrigued by his mysterious and aloof demeanor.

During lunchtime, I was in a secluded area of the school's rear building, engaged in a deep and passionate make-out session with a girl. I was thoroughly enjoying the moment, my mind preoccupied with the sensation of her warm lips against me. However, our moment of privacy was abruptly interrupted when Marcus unexpectedly entered the area.

I was momentarily surprised by Marcus' interruption, quickly collected myself and continued making out with the girl. Determined not to let the intrusion ruin my moment, I was focused on the girl, hoping to ignore the presence of Marcus.

After parting ways with the girl, she commented, "Was that the new student?" I nonchalantly nodded, confirming her observation. Without hesitation, I quickly got back to business, pulling the girl down to the ground and beginning to plant kisses along her neck. Marcus stood there silently, watching the scene unfold with a poker-faced expression, giving no hint of what he was thinking or feeling.

Marcus finally turned away without saying a word, leaving me and the girl alone again. I watched as he walked away, a slightly mischievous grin forming on my face.I turned back to the girl, still lying beneath me, and whispered in a teasing tone, "That Marcus guy is a total weirdo, isn't he?" Laughter filled the air as I resumed my intimate encounter with the girl, unconcerned about the strange new student that had recently joined them at school.

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I was still basking in the aftermath of my recent hook-up, wandered into the classroom, finding Marcus alone and immersed in a book. Seeing an opportunity for a little mischief, I swiftly snatched the book from Marcus' hands, a mocking grin appearing on my face. With a taunting tone, I sneered, "What are you reading, freak? This isn't the library!" Marcus, seemingly unfazed by my bullying, remained composed and merely stared back at me with an unwavering, enigmatic gaze, his emotions hidden behind his glasses.

I flicked through the book, scoffing at its contents. "Typical Marcus, reading something so boring," I mocked, tossing the book aside with a condescending sneer. "You must be quite the nerd, huh?" I added sarcastically, my disdain evident in my words. However, Marcus sat there stoically, his cold gaze fixed on me, seemingly unaffected by my callous remarks. Despite my attempts to provoke a reaction, Marcus' unwavering composure remained unshaken, his eyes silently observing me with a detached, unreadable expression.

I became visibly irritated by Marcus' lack of reaction, my annoyance fueling my actions. With a sudden burst of aggression,I forcefully grabbed Marcus by the collar and slammed him back onto his chair, causing the furniture to rattle loudly under the impact. I towered over Marcus, my anger evident in my every movement. However, despite the forceful treatment, Marcus remained expressionless, his calm demeanor unyielding in the face of my aggression.

Frustration and annoyance flooded in my voice as I leaned in closer to Marcus, our faces only inches apart. "Are you even here, or is your head just full of useless knowledge?" I spat, my words laced with contempt. "You're like a damn robot, void of any real emotion. Is that all you know how to do? Sit there like a rock, acting like you're above everything? You're nothing but a freak to me, Marcus!" I sneered, my voice filled with disgust as I awaited a response from Marcus.

Marcus finally broke his silence, a spark of defiance flickering in his eyes. His voice remained composed, but a hint of annoyance laced his words as he replied, "If being a 'freak' makes me different from people like you, then I wear that label with pride. I prefer to think for myself, rather than mindlessly following the masses and engaging in shallow, meaningless pursuits." His words carried a hint of sarcasm, challenging me worldview and hinting at a more independent spirit beneath his quiet demeanour.

My face twisted into a smug grin as I admired the impact of my punch. Marcus' glasses had fallen to the floor, leaving his distinctive features exposed. With a cruel chuckle, I sneered, "You might not have emotions, but you sure do have a face for radio, huh?" I taunted, letting out a derisive laugh, reveling in the satisfaction of the moment. After delivering my final insult, I abruptly left the classroom, leaving Marcus alone and bruised on the floor.

I entered the bathroom, my eyes lingering on my own reflection in the mirror. As I gazed at my face, I couldn't help but express my frustration. "Ugh, that was stressful," I muttered to myself, my annoyance evident. My eyes scanned my features, and a sudden realization struck me. "If I keep being mad, my handsome face won't stay this way forever," I lamented with a dramatic flair, striking a pose in the mirror.

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As the day came to an end and students began to disperse and head home, I decided to linger in the school, looking for a new opportunity to stir up some trouble. I spotted a new girl wandering through the hallway and approached her with my usual charming demeanor. I leaned in close, and without hesitation, I initiated a passionate make-out session with her, letting the thrill and exhilaration of the moment take over. I couldn't resist the allure of my irresistible charm and the thrill of the chase.

I led the giggling girl towards the library, a place where we could find some privacy for our passionate encounter. The library was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere as we leaned against the bookcases, our lips locked in an intense kiss. My hands roamed freely around her, exploring every curve and sensation, my hunger for pleasure evident in my every move. The make-out session escalated rapidly, both immersed in the moment and oblivious to our surroundings.

As the girl and I were passionately lost in our make-out session, Marcus suddenly appeared from behind the bookshelf, his presence casting an unsettling shadow over the intimate moment. "Making out in the library?... How utterly predictable," Marcus remarked dryly, breaking the silence with his unexpected interruption. Both the girl and I recoiled, surprise etched on our faces as we turned towards Marcus, our moment of passion abruptly interrupted by his blunt comment.

The girl quickly extracted herself from my embrace, clearly uneasy by Marcus' arrival and the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Left alone with Marcus, my eyes narrowed with anger and annoyance. "What the hell are you doing here?... Couldn't you see I was busy?" I snapped, my tone laced with irritation. "Why do you, have to be such a killjoy, Marcus?" I added, my frustration evident as I glared at Marcus.

Marcus observed the frustration on my face with a sly look of satisfaction. "Actually, Hunter," he began, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "If I recall correctly, there's a school rule against making out in the library. I think it's something along the lines of 'no public displays of affection.' I wonder what the school disciplinarian would say if I told him what I just witnessed." Marcus paused, letting the implications of his words sink in before adding, "Unless you're willing to offer me something in return, of course."

I tried to maintain my cool demeanor, despite the rising anxiety I felt. "Blackmailing me?... Please," I scoffed, feigning disinterest. "You honestly think I'm scared of some nerd with a rulebook?... Get real, Marcus. You're just trying to play tough, but you're not intimidating anyone, least of all me." My words masked my inner turmoil, my attempt to regain control over the situation evident in my defiant tone. Yet deep down, I knew the power Marcus held over me in that moment, and the fear of the principal finding out gnawed at me.

Marcus took a step forward, closing in on me with deliberate purpose. He retrieved a worn rule book from the nearby shelf, flipping through its pages with meticulous care. His eyes scanned the lines of text before finally finding what he sought. With a smug tone, Marcus cleared his throat, "As it states in Section B, Paragraph 3, 'Students shall not engage in any public displays of affection, including intimate contact, within the school premises.' It seems you've breached the rules quite severely, Hunter."

Marcus closed the book and placed it back on the shelf with a satisfying thud. He then moved closer to me, each step bringing me nearer, until my back came into contact with the cold, unforgiving surface of the bookshelf behind me. There was no more room to retreat, leaving me cornered, isolated from escape. The situation seemed almost theatrical, with Marcus playing the role of the cunning villain and me caught in his web, powerless and trapped against the bookshelf.

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"Chapter 2 contains mature themes and may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised."

—Black mouse