4

Alex sighed and moved away from her boyfriend and walked back to her chair. "Alright, the big bad wolf is gone."

"The big— What?"

The cookie smelling boy was standing beside her special classroom, special not being an exclusively comforting term, while she stared at the new textbooks she brought.

Yes, they were relatively new but because of her habit, she kept rereading them. Alex hated it, but it was sort of comforting sometimes when she found herself studying her biology textbook all over again.

"Alex, —."

"Someone followed you, Eros." She flipped open the book. "And they stood there for a while, so they probably listened to what I said to you."

"You knew that?" She could hear him stand erect now. "How—?"

Alex bent her head backwards and watched him upside down as she said with a smile on her face, "You have this sugary smell on you every time, but this time, after you came, there was something stronger and it lingered there for a while. So therefore, someone was standing at my door."

She watched him raise his hand, the sleeve of the sweater covering most of it and put it on his lips. "And they— Heard?"

"That you called me Mommy?" Her grin widened. "Yes, yes they did."

Marcos' face turned red immediately, causing Alex to completely turn around and open her hands for him. "It's okay to be embarrassed. Just come to momma and she'd make you feel relaxed."

She watched his honey coloured eyes do that thing it usually did when he seemed to move into his little space but he suddenly shook his head, amusing Alex as he said, "No, I— I'm good. I just— Are you not upset?"

"Upset that you call me Mommy?"

His face reddened more. "No. That someone came here. I know how much you value your privacy, and—."

She tilted her head. "It means more punishments. Which we both know you secretly crave."

He crossed his legs, his hands now around his body as he tried taking in small breaths to control himself from her words as he said, "It's— It's different, this time. If you're genuinely mad at me—."

"Who says I'm not genuinely mad at you?" She was chuckling now, her heart fluttering at the sight of him trying to figure out what to say before she reached out for him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into her laps.

He tensed for a second then relaxed, as she continued softly. "I can't be mad at you, but I will punish you when you go out of place."

"I— I know."

"And if you're worried that someone will find out about this —."

"I'm not worried." His answer was fast, making Alex look up at him as Marcos looked away, biting his lower lip. "I just —, Maybe finally people would know we're together then. You know."

Alex laughed this time. "Oh, we can't have that."

He looked at her. His face making a pout. "Why not?"

She looked away to save herself from going under his spell. "Well, to keep you safe, of course."

"From what?"  He sounded tired, not as annoyed as he was supposed to be. Not that she blamed him. Ever since he outed himself as a feminine male, he became everyone's favourite thing to want to touch and look at it and talk to.

Although, Alex could tell Marcos didn't notice it. The way they now stared at him. He was too busy staring at her in the hallway.

But it didn't matter. This was the right thing to do. For him. Him being single kept him in the likable aspect of high school, and it was going to keep remaining that way.

She wouldn't let him return back to the same way he was before her, in case she fucked things up.

"Sorry." He was holding her face again. God,  his hands were always so soft. "Sorry. I don't know why I'm like this today."

"It's okay."

Alex loved the male so much it was hard to breathe when she was around him sometimes. "Well, things could have gone two ways. He could have walked in here and alerted the whole school, he didn't. Which leaves him trying to threaten me with the information later."

"How are you sure it's a he?"

"Self imposed Alpha male perfumes don't lie." She said, placing a quick kiss on his lips before pushing him slightly off. "Recess would soon be over, and you have a class. You should leave."

He stood, pushing his hair behind his ear. "Would you be going to your class?"

Alex turned back to her book before she gave into her impulse of leaving hickeys under his sweater and make him late for class. "There would be no need for that."

She turned to her phone that rested beside her textbook, the time now standing at 11:11, reminding her that she had forty nine minutes before she had to begin reading though she snapped out of her thoughts as she felt hands rest on her shoulder and a soft voice say, "If you find out who he is, I can help you. If you want."

Help - Hack into the persons files and dig into their lives until they found something blackmail worthy.

So yes, Alex had found out Marcos was a tech genius and abused the power a little, but there was something cute about the fact that innocent looking Marcos Gomez was actually a bit badass. "No, thank you. I can handle this one myself."

"Oh." Disappointment laced his tone but his hands were gone from her shoulders before she could reassure him. "Okay. I love you, mama."

"Love you too, Eros."

As soon as the boy was out of class, she stared at her phone again and decided to listen to some music to while away time.

Then as soon as it clocked twelve, she set the phone down and began to read. In the past, she'd try her hardest to read at her normal pace but ever since she found out about her thing, she got cursed to rereading words until she felt completely sure she didn't skip a thing.

Before she found out about it, no matter where Alex was and she knew it was twelve, she'd start reading anything she spotted out loud, and she'd do it more than once which wouldn't stop till it was 12:01.

It was embarrassing as hell, because if she didn't finish reading whatever it was she began reading, she'd keep thinking of it all day, her brain tormenting her that if she didn't complete it, something bad would happen.

Though her drugs made the anxiety less horrible, it didn't exactly stop her craving from coming.

The one thing, that managed to make her forget once in a while, was Marcos.

But she couldn't as well as depend on him all the time, could she?

Alex went over her words slowly, filling in any gaps her brain would try to feed her ito tricking her to going back to the beginning again from the things she had already read, giving her a slighter faster pace than usual.

In some minutes, she was relaxed, calmly laughing at the Evolution theory before her phone buzzed.

She stopped, her brain momentarily pausing it's torment on her to wonder about why she was getting messaged during her quiet time.

No one ever texted her, except Marcos, and he knew not to text her when she was reading. 

Still curious, she slowly set down her textbook, a movement her brain screamed as danger but she ignored it, taking up her phone and switching on the screen.

One new message!

Unknown

You didn't come to class today

Class? How was it anyone's business if she didn't come to class? And who in fuck's name was this?

Who are you?

Alex watched the bubbles appear on her screen, surprise etching her face as she realized whoever this was, wasn't in class as well as they replied.

Shit, didn't realize how badly I missed seeing someone texting in FULL

And I'm Holmes by the way 

A small smile crept to her face. King of Wystwood texting her. This didn't just happen everyday. Better she make it worthwhile.

Sherlock?

You obviously didn't mean that

Oh? This is not a game then.

Are you stupid?

Of course, was it surprising he asked this? Alex knew he saw everyone as little specks of dusts moving around his solar system but still.

She'd humour him a bit.

You tell me. You're the one who texted someone who has no idea who you are.

How can you not know who I am? 

Everyone knows who I am

Um, everyone knows who Sherlock Holmes is, yes. I agree.

Alex nearly burst into a laugh as he reply came fast.

I'm Paris Holmes

Basketball captain

I'm literally the most popular guy in school

You forgot to add the most self conceited, but we can skip the pleasantries.

And the second smartest. Glad to see my junior. You can call me Senpai while you're at it.

WTF?

You know what? I underestimated you

You actually managed to get me pissed faster than they do

Congratulations

Nearly forgot what I came here for

Okay?

Date me

And put a ring on it.

What?

Thought we were mentioning stupid sentences. And before you say, 'why won't you date me? I'm Holmes.' I'm just not interested with um, people under me. That's like dating a minor. It's illegal.

Alex waited for him to possibly explode and also possibly (she hoped) throw his phone to the wall and let it shatter to pieces, but it didn't.

Instead, the crazy ass replied.

This is hot

Nani?

Dating a minor is hot?

What? 

No! 

You sound hot. I don't know 

Was that supposed to be hot?

No. No, it wasn't.

Look, I have other shits to do. Go play your shitty game somewhere else.

No wait! 

It's not a game

I'm actually serious, I swear

Or high. 

Did you leave class so you could get high?

Did your friends dare you to do this?

Shame on you, Abel. I still have that porn vid with you and that goat. Don't push me.

No I'm not high and I'm really serious

I promise I'd explain when we meet

Can we? After school?

Sure.

She was about to set her phone down and continue her reading before he sent another message.

And does Abel have a vid with a goat?

Another smile crept up her face as she replied.

Minors aren't allowed to hear shitty things. Sorry.

And then she switched off her phone. Chuckling to herself.

~

"Look how the mighty has fallen." 

Alex Parker couldn't help the smile coming on her face as she stared at the raven haired male in front of her who had the stupidest look on his face.

"You're making it a bigger deal than it really is."

She heard herself snort as she pressed a finger on his sports jacket. "You're one to talk. I mean, you literally never talk to me, remember? And now you want to be my boyfriend? I'm not exactly sure that's how this works."

Paris Holmes heard an hiss leave his lips. "Why does it have to make sense?"

Alex rolled her eyes. God, boys were so stupid. "'Caaaaause, stupid Sherlock, I can't just date someone I don't know."

He folded his arms together. "You do know me. We have been in the same class since sophomore year."

She rolled her eyes and moved away, now playing with a stone on the ground with her feet. "Well, duh. But we don't like talk, you know, that sort of stuff. Besides, you were banging my ex best friend." Then she sighed and shrugged. "Not that I blame you, I'd bang her too."

She looked at him now, confusion on her face. "Besides, what the hell? You want to turn me to a martyr? Wystwood loves Alia. You want me to be bullied till graduation or something?"

He closed his eyes for a second as he hands began to form fists. "She cheated on me."

"Ha!" Alex exclaimed, delight showing in her eyes and repeated her earlier statement. "How the mighty have fallen." Then she got closer to him, her head tilted. "Who? Greg Stevenson? Abel Holland?"

God, he couldn't believe he was about to admit this. "It was Elle."

"Ha!" She couldn't help it. This was getting better and better. "It was a girl!"

The words came out faster than he could stop them. "I know, like, couldn't she have, like, self respect or something?" Irritation showed clearly on his face as he scoffed. "Have some fucking dignity, for fuck's sake."

"Hey." She grabbed his jackets collars and made him bend down to look at her. "I'm pansexual, you son of a bitch."

His eyes flared in frustration. "You think I don't know that?! It's why it's so confusing I'm doing this. I broke up with her for the same reason and yet I... I still want to date you."

Is he on drugs? "So you won't stop texting me?"

His eyes showed unwavering determination. "Just give me a chance."

"I see." Alex nodded and let go of his collar, moving back and sticking her hands into her jean trouser pockets. "Fine, let's see if this would shake you up."

Why was she so stubborn? "What?"

"I'm into BDSM." When he blinked twice, she added with a happy look. "I like fucking boys."

He raised an eyebrow. "Well- ."

"With a strap on." She completed.

Immediately, he covered his face with his palm and turned away. "Jesus."

Yes! I've finally broken the spell. "I know, right?" Then with a dead voice, she said, "Now fuck off."

He turned back to her, his hands still on his face before he said, "It wasn't a bad Jesus. It was a- Shit, I've been into femdom for a while now."

Alex stared back and blinked. "Jesus."

"Yeah, no kidding." He let out another sigh and said in the smallest possible voice he could muster. "I'm not sure about the strap on part, but- But I'd think about it. If you'd like, give me a chance. I swear, I'd make it up to you. What do you say?"

I say this is fuckery at it's best attempt to fuck me up.

But it was Alex Parker. The idea of anything fucking her or the idea of the word 'fuck' in general pleased her immensely. "Paris Holmes?"

"Yes, Parker?"

She suddenly pinned him to the wall and watched his eyes widen in shock, which she took as a good sign as she said, "Run now while you have the chance cause I swear, I'd make you fucking miserable. I'd be so toxic, so mean, you'd wish you'd never met me."

"That's..." His chest was rising and falling as he stared down at her. "That's exactly what I want."

I got myself another masochist, fuck.

She let him go now and moved back, her hands up in the air as she began to walk backwards. "Fine then, meet me on the school rooftop at five am tomorrow."

"What? Why?"

Alex turned around so he wouldn't see the smile on her face as she walked out of the hall. "Sluts don't question their Masters. Be prompt pretty boy, or Mama's gonna make it impossible for you to walk again."