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Suddenly, the bell rang, and Riley stood up, gathering his things and taking James' hand. "You ready?" he whispered to him.

As they passed the teacher, Riley smiled brightly. "Thank you so much for such a lovely lesson. I'll see you tomorrow," he said in his delicious Australian accent, winking for effect.

Clinging to James' side, Riley giggled at the boys around him, soaking in the intoxicating attention. "Thank you, thank you, it's a pleasure to entertain you!"

"Thanks," he breathed, blushing hard.

Fortunado Kenzington


"Oh hey, stop here. My class is just a few doors in." the feminine boy said as he leaned forwards in his seat, although he wasn't too excited to get to school. Like anyone would. The only bright side of this day was that he was being driven to school by perhaps the prettiest, coolest, funniest, smartest, sassiest, most awesome..... Well you get the point.

"I don't live too far from the school, I'll just walk." Fortunado smiled, proving that he still didn't have a license. Why get one when people at the school practically fall over themselves to give him a ride? Speaking of people at school...
Fortunado turned his head to climb out of the car when he spotted a figure leaned against the walls of one of the outer corridors. The shadows cast by the roof hid his face, but Fortunado knew all too well who it was, and it made his blood freeze. Juan Garcia, the head honcho of a notorious gang in the entire city.
And one of Fortunado's biggest fans.
"Umm...." the feminine boy started, growing fidgety and praying Juan and Aliana wouldn't meet. "I-I'll call you later, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, he quickly closed the door and hurried towards the doorway that was farthest from the corridor. The man standing their seemed to follow him with his eyes.

Where not seeing Juan should have relieved Fortunado, it only worsened his slowly growing paranoia. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Miss Fortune's phone vibrate against his hip. Quickly calming down, he decided to stop walking and leaned against the wall as he pulled out his phone. Reading the text, he felt his expression soften. Let's see... What was a good excuse?
'Sorry, I'm not feeling too well. I think I'll stay hom-'
"Shouldn't you be in class, Princess?"
Fortunado's blood turned to ice and nearly caused him to drop his girly phone when he heard that heavily accented Mexican voice. Knowing already who it was, he looked up and gulped at the sight of Juan's face dangerously close to his. The Mexican had a hand on the wall to stop Fortunado from escaping, the other hand in his pocket, and a smug expression clear on his street rat face. Fortunado pursed his lips tightly and held the phone close to his chest, trying to look at the other confidently, and by the look of the widening smirk on Juan's face, Fortunado only succeeded in looking cuter.
"Aww, don't gimme that look, Princess. I'm just havin' fun with ya." he said with a light chuckle as the hand in his pocket came free to get the phone. Unable to resist, however, Juan let his fingers dance up the feminine boy's body, sending unnerved chills up the boy's spine. That used to distract him, Juan plucked the phone from Fortunado's hands and spun it around to read it.
"H-Hey!" the blonde gasped and tried to get his phone back, only getting Juan to lean back as he read the half-written message. "Give it back!!"
"...Aliana?" Juan murmured with darkness drenching his tone. "The hell are you talking to that d_ke for?" Seeing the furious look on Fortunado's face, he chuckled and leaned back towards the boy, making him involuntarily press himself against the wall, doing whatever was possible to get away from the creep. "You're my lil princess, doll. You're mine first, and the school's second. A pretty lil thing like you can't go around with weird women from that preppy a** school."
"Who the hell do you think you are to call me yours?!" Fortunado yelled, infuriated yet afraid of the Mexican. He knew that if it came down to a fight he'd be no match. So did Juan, and that's why he toyed with him so. But to call Aliana.... He wouldn't stand for that! "I'll never be yours, you creep! Just because I look like a girl doesn't mean you can treat me like your princess!"
Juan smiled and pat Fortunado's cheek before slipping the phone into his own pocket, much to the other's protest. "Yeah, but you're cute. I could go out with the girls at that school, but none of them have those features only you can pull off." he shrugged then grinned almost evilly at the young boy, making him flinch. "And now I got this lil thing to hang over your head." he said while patting the pocket holding the phone. "You're mine now, Princess. Try and stop me and this Aliana chick will be hearing quite a few interesting things from her so-called prince."

Silence hung in the air between the two males until a pop song played. The tension between the two lessened considerably, but at the same time it worsened. Fortunado felt his face go pale as Juan pulled out the phone to gaze at the caller ID. "Well, well..." he muttered with a small chuckle. "This is perfect timing, eh?" He held the phone out to the quivering boy. "Tell her that you're done with her. Do it in that girly voice, too. I like it." Fortunado only stared at him angrily, and the man smiled more. "Do it, or I might get lost in them pretty eyes of yours."
It wasn't a fib. There had been times when Juan had nearly forced himself on Fortunado had it not been for someone being around. But that was a long time ago, and Juan now ruled the town thanks to his gang, and even if nobody would say a word, there wasn't anyone around due to class. Realizing how bad his current situation was, Fortunado lifted a trembling hand and took the phone in his hands. He gazed at the caller ID and swept a thumb over Aliana's name, feeling tears swell in his eyes.
"A...Aliana?" Fortunado nearly whispered in that feminine voice of his that strengthened the restrained lust in Juan's eyes. "I... I can't see you anymore. Please don't call me... Don't find me.... Th-The same goes for Fortunado....." His voice was shaky and cracked upon occasion.