Y.O.L.O (Boyxboy)✔

Chapter 3: Chicken vs Wolf

Wait, where was Killian?

I paused.

Who am I kidding, as if he'd actually show up.

And maybe it was for the best.

Detention wasn't as bad as I thought, it kind of felt like I was in my own private classroom. I finished all of my homework and started studying for next Science test. I rubbed my temples, staring at my flash cards while quietly murmuring the answers to help me memorise, but my ears perked up as I heard the door squeak open.

My eyes widened as I saw Killian step in, glancing towards the clock that hung above Mr. Yon.

He was thirty minutes late.

"Killian, you actually showed up," the teacher snorted, still flipping through his magazine. "If you're lucky, you might be able to find yourself an empty seat."

Killian looked at the empty classroom and smirked before locking eyes with me. I quickly looked down, squeezing my hands as I felt intimidated by his presence. My body stiffened as his footsteps got closer, hearing him pull out the chair beside mine before plopping down with a grunt.

The entire classroom was filled with empty seats, why did he have to choose the one right beside mine?!

I switched flashcards and tried to focus on what was written on it, but I felt uncomfortable and bothered by Killian's presence. I didn't know why, but I felt like he was sitting too close to me, as if our bodies were only just inches away. I gave in to my curiosity and turned to the side to see what he was up to, but my eyes widened as I realised how close his face was, jerking away and almost falling off my chair.

"W-W-What are you doing?" I stuttered, trying to calm my beating heart.

"Oh sorry, did I scare you?" he chuckled, finally pulling away. "You were just looking at your flashcards so intensively, I thought that you had some porno hidden behind them or something," he said, bending over and picking up the pencil that I dropped.

His hair, it smelled nice.

"Here," he said, handing me it and snapping me out of my thoughts.

"T-T-Thanks," I murmured, but as I reached out to take it, I couldn't help but notice the letters tattooed on each of his fingers. Right above his knuckles were written the letters "Y.O.L.O," from index to his pinkie.

Was it even legal for him to have a tattoo?

"Yolo," I read under my breath, having a bad habit of saying my thoughts aloud. He raised a curious brow and I shifted my gaze to the side, quickly taking the pencil back. "Sorry, I couldn't help but notice."

"Oh, this?" He asked, looking down towards his fingers. "It's my life philosophy."

Your life philosophy is based on a cringey, overused acronym?

He laughed and I felt my face turn red as I realised that I did it again.

"S-S-Sorry, I didn't mean it like that," I mumbled sheepishly. Why, oh why was I like this? "So, um, your life philosophy is "you only live once?"

To my surprise, he didn't seem mad at all. In fact, he actually looked kind of happy. "Yeah," he smiled proudly. "But someone like you wouldn't understand."

I frowned, shifting my eyes back towards his. "What's that supposed to mean?" I huffed defensively.

"Aren't you Carter Jones?" he asked.

"Um, yes?"

"The guy who ranks first in the class or something," he went on.

"Uh-huh," I nodded, still confused.