DADDY. [boyxboy]

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Ethan's POV

I walk through the halls of the school, every person looking at me, each step I took, a new voice would murmur.

"I think thats the new kid."

"He's cute."

"What, he looks mean."

Rolling my eyes, I focus on why I came here.

Taking me a while to locate it, I walk in the office, where I'm supposed to pick up my schedule.

Once I walk in, the receptionist looks at me, "Yes?"

"I'm new here, gotta pick up my schedule," I say.

"Mm, yes. Ethan Grant?" She asks.

I nod and she tells me to go into the principal's office, pointing at his door. I walk in there, and I see the back of a boys head sitting in front of who I suppose is the principle.

"That women told me to come here...?"

He nods. "Yes, Mr. Ethan?" I give him a slight nod.

He reaches over and shakes my hand. "Welcome to Bear High."

He hands me my schedule. I look over to the boy sitting awkwardly in the chair.

The principle noticed me looking at him and started speaking, "Ah, this is Grayson Dolan. He is being pulled out of class so he could give you a tour of the school."

The principle wastalking to me about classes and what is expected of me, which I zoned off on.

After he's done, me and the boy walk out, and i start to follow him.

"I'm Ethan Grant" I say.

"Grayson..." He whispers, with a smile.

My eyes trailing up and down his body i examine him.

He wore a black jacket, with rolled up khakis. He paired them with superstars and a red backpack.

He was attractive.

"I like your outfit. Its edgy." Grayson starts.

"I like yours also," I mumble. "It's innocent."

He blushes, "Th-thanks..."

I chuckle at his loss of confidence.

"T-this is your math class..." He says. I see that he has a copy of my schedule. He starts pointing to different places and naming them.

"How old are you?" I ask, changing the subject since I couldn't really care less.

"Uh.. 17..." He replies.

I nod.

"You?" He asks.

"18," I reply.

He nods, and continues to show me around, "Fuck, I hate school." I mumble, getting bored.

He eyes slightly widen, but quickly puts his head down to hide his shock.

"What," I mumble; getting closer to him. "Not used to a little cursing?"

He puts his head down, "I- d-don't-.."

"Get used to it."

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i hate adding pictures but they looked too cute✌️