Short stories

✨Constent is sexy✨ Pt.1

✨consent is sexy✨
Pt. 1
01/2021/10
(Grey hair is Alexander)
(Black hair is Cassian)

"Oh, bite me!" I snarl as Alexander gives me his famous smirk. This shit face thinks he can get into my pants with just a few smiles here and there and nice compliments. My pride is wounded if he thinks I'm that easy.

"If that's what you're into Cass, gladly." He winks, causing me to roll my eyes before standing and walking to the trash can. God I hate Alexander Freemen. With his perfect eyes and perfect chest, and his perfect hair and perfect smile. Ugh he's so perfect and I just hate it!

I'm fuming as I walk away from the lunch room, ready to go look at anything that isn't Alexander's face, or chest, or ass. God I hate his perfect ass too. Turning the corner, I bump straight into Lucy, one of our school's star football players.

I wince at the impact, stumbling back a bit before I feel hands on my waist keeping me upright.

"S-sorry, Lucy." I apologize, rubbing my nose. He only smiles, shaking his head before stepping around me. I swear I hear him mumble "cute" under his breath, but I can't be sure. Confused, and a little less angry, I continue my journey to anywhere that doesn't have Alexander Freemen in it.

I find myself hidden behind bookshelves in the back of the library, laying down with my eyes closed. It's peaceful here and I don't have to worry about people watching my every move. I just sit with the books and read about places I'll probably never get to see. It's a small piece of sanity in the place that I call hell.

"Knock knock." Think of the devil and he shall appear. I groan, rolling over so my back is to the intruder.

"Nice ass." The disturbance comments. Internally whining, I sit up and glare at Alex, keeping my ass out of his line of vision.

"Shut up." I bite, already wanting to punch his stupid, perfect face.

"I'd say make me, but I'm pretty sure we both know I'd be top." As much as I hate him for his stupid dirty jokes, I know he's right. And I can't help but smile at it.

"Did you...did you just smile at a joke I made?!?" He stutters, clearly in shock. I only roll my eyes, looking away. Dammit why does he have to be so perfect.

"Are you feeling okay Cass? No smart comment or sarcastic punch?" I can tell without looking that he's smiling.

"I'm fine. I'd be better if you weren't annoying me though." I mumble, looking at the spot just past his head.

"You know you'd be lost without me." He teases, sitting himself beside me.

"Why do you do this?" I groan yet again, wishing for just ten minutes of peace and quiet.

"Do what?" He asks, cocking his head like a confused puppy.

"This. Me? Why do you waste your energy on chasing me when there are at least 20 guys and girls lined up waiting for their turn with you." I say, pulling my lip between my teeth. What I really want to ask is, why do you want me, when they're all much better.

"I'd make a comment about how I'm not doing you yet, but I have a feeling you want me to take that question seriously so I can respect that." He pauses before continuing, "the honest answer, Cass, is 'I don't know'. I know that if I really wanted to, I could have any pick. But I don't want that. I don't want them to fall at my feet just because of what I look like or the act I put up to make people happy."

I look at him and catch the glimpse of sadness in his eyes. He's wearing a smile but his eyes are saying something different.

"I annoy you because you let me. You tell me to stop but you still smile at me when you're in a good mood. You laugh at my jokes and you don't yell at me when I'm not perfect. So I don't want them. I don't want to have to wear a smile and put on an act with someone I love. I-" he freezes, as if realizing he's made a mistake.
Then it registers in my brain what he said.

Someone I love.

I look at him, mouth opening and closing without words.

"Heh." He gives a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

"Just forget that last part." His smile is back, but once again his eyes are telling a different story. And I'm a little angry, because why is he doing that? Wearing a mask? Faking a smile? Lying to himself?

"Alex?" His eyes meet mine. They are filled with fear and anticipation. And in that moment I let go of any pride I have. I lean forward, letting my nose brush his. His hot breath against my lips clouding any rational thoughts.

"Cassian, don't do it if it's out of pity. Don't do it if you don't me-" I cut him off, annoyed that I made him feel this way.

His hand finds the side of my face, cupping it and bringing me closer. I felt alive, I felt as if I was breathing through him. He tasted sweet and light and soft. And it was like a breath of fresh air.

Pulling away first, my cheeks flush and I can't meet his eyes. His thumb still rubbing circles against the side of my face distracts me for a moment.

"Cass, look at me." And I do. I see him smiling, his eyes saying the same thing his face is. And he is happy, which makes me happy. And god I hate his perfect face.

"Will you go on a date with me on Saturday?" I blink once, then twice. Date? Me and him?

"Is that a no?" He questions after my silence drags on for a bit longer than usual.

"Oh, shit. I'm supposed to answer, aren't I?" I stumble over my thoughts.

"That would be nice." He chuckles, ruffling my hair.

"Saturday? You and me?" I repeat, still a little dazed from the kiss.

"Yes." He waits.

"Okay, sounds good." I manage to mumble, my cheeks heating at the thought of going on a date with Alexander Freemen.

"Really?!" He bounces up, an excited child anticipating the arrival of a new toy.

"Sure." I can't help but smile as I think of how cute he is.

"I'll pick you up at 5. Give me your phone." I roll my eyes, handing over my phone and watch as he punches in his number. Handing me my phone, he leans in and kisses my cheek just as the bell for 'lunch end' rings.

"I'll text you later." And just like that he's gone and I'm left sitting behind the books in a daze. Safe to say I was late to my next class.