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Another day another boring session at university.. hence: chapter 2.

Enjoy!


The next day Jeff came to school with a light gray keffiyeh around his neck to hide the coin sized bruises that had flourished on his pale skin.. It was mid fall, he wore this scarf almost every day during fall.. He could get away with it.

So he thought.

Kurt of course, with his laser eyes or whatever, raised an eyebrow at his friend during second period. "You hiding something?"

Jeff looked over reluctantly. "No, why?"

"You've been touching your.. your neck constantly for the past hour. Got a new lady friend? Guy friend?"

Jeff rolled his eyes. "It's not a hickey, Kurt."

The brunet sighed and poked him in the arm. "Whatever, Jeff. Anyway, you shouldn't wear gray to that outfit." He waved his hand up and down Jeff's profile.

The blond looked down at his clothes; a teal long sleeve with a black vest and jeans, and then back at his friend with furrowed brows. "What's wrong with this?"

"You can't be serious? Wow. I don't think we can be friends any more.."

"Don't be so melodramatic, Kurt. You're such a bitch sometimes," Jeff muttered under his breath, his eyes on the teacher again. Kurt raised both eyebrows now. So?

After another ten minutes or so, Jeff had his head resting on his arms on top of his desk. "I'm bored out of my fucking mind," he groaned when Kurt tried to get his attention. The brunet chuckled and then slapped his friend in the head; Mr. Shue was busy grading papers while they had some assignments to do. Bo-ring. Jeff tilted his head to watch his friend write down the answers with ease and he wet his lips. "Do you know the new guy?" he asked innocently, receiving an indifferent shrug in return. "I mean you know almost everybody at this school.. or in the Royal family."

Kurt looked up from his paper, intent eyes focused on the blond's half hidden face. "Why do you care?"

"Morbid curiosity."

"Nick Duval. He's on the running team, keeps to himself mostly unless he's with some skanky clientele," the brunet rattled down.

Jeff raised his head from his arm-pillow and leaned closer. "What do you mean, 'clientele'?"

"Word is he's a dealer of some kind.." Kurt still seemed indifferent, though. Nothing major, apparently.

"Mr. Hummel, Mr. Sterling! Silence in the back row now," the teacher called from the front of the room. And that was that, blocking a flood of questions forming in Jeff's mind.


During lunch Jeff was out in the parking lot to get some kind of clothes from his car. Anything would've worked really; it was so much colder outside than he'd expected and sitting with Kurt on the steps this way was a pain in the ass. On his way back he crossed the bike stand, a usual skank hide out, finding it empty except for Nick who was smoking again. When he spotted the blond he glared at him and puffed out a long breath of smoke as if to childishly tell him to fuck off. "You following me?"

Jeff stopped in his tracks. "No?" He zipped his flashy hoodie and turned to leave, then stopping as a thought crossed his mind. "So, what're you dealing?"

Another wad of smoke escaping his lips, Nick got to his feet. "Who said I was?"

"Word."

Nick narrowed his eyes at the blond and stepped a little closer, though still staying out of reach. "What's it to you? You buying?"

"You got any weed?"

"Yes."

"I'm not," the blond said with a wink, smirking triumphantly. "..Buying." The brunet huffed annoyed and stomped his cigarette out. When he looked back up, ready to threaten the hell out of this cheeky sneaky bitch of a princess, he was greeted with the sight of a pretty nice ass running up the stairs to the main school building. He snarled and ground his teeth. Son of a..

Jeff's heart was pounding and bouncing in his chest when he flopped down next to Kurt on one of the tables, grinning widely from ear to ear, the rush of adrenaline clouding his mind. I'm so dead. He laughed a little, causing Kurt to question his sanity for the nth time that day.

Nick on the other hand was brooding on his way to Spanish class. Why he even bothered to go was beyond him.. He just did. Probably boredom or something?

Right.

He went through the door and, passing the aisles of tables, straight to his seat, glaring at the blond who was already there, his hoodie hanging around the back of his chair. The brunet smirked at the frightened look on Jeff's face. Jeff Sterling.. he thought. What is it with this kid?

He launched in his seat, eyes drilling holes into the back of the blond's head. He followed the whirl of bright hair, watching it get darker near the base of his neck and then caught sight of something green peaking through from under Jeff's scarf. Nick's grin broadened at the marks he'd left on the pale boy's skin. Without thinking he reached out while Ms. Holliday greeted her class and began making them repeat some ridiculous nonsense about One Direction and the President.

Jeff was confused.. Nick was clearly a distraction to him, but why? He barely knew the guy. Well, that might be part of his mysterious grumpy appeal.. Dangerous, he thought absentmindedly. And so hot.. Damn, he furrowed his brows, Jeff, you are such an idiot! Leaning back, he suddenly felt his keffiyeh being pulled back slowly. He froze, knowing that Nick was sitting alone and right behind him as usual, and turned his head warily. "What are you doing?" he hissed between tight lips, trying not to draw any unnecessary attention as his pulse was rising rapidly.

He couldn't see Nick's face, but his voice was soft like velvet when he answered. "Just admiring the view." Yeah right, the bright color spectrum visible on Jeff's neck was probably an awesome sight... for a psychopath. Nonetheless, his breathing shakily, he started to stretch inconspicuously, revealing more of his bruised skin where Nick had pulled his scarf to the side.

The brunet trailed his fingers softly over one colorful mark, cooling the throbbing beneath the blond's hot skin with the coldness of his fingertips. "Jeff," he murmured, causing the tall boy to tense and then turn around to face him directly.

"How do you know my name?"

Nick's fingers were still on his neck and he scraped his nails around another bruise, soothing it afterwards with his thumb, a sly smile on his lips. "I have my ways." Jeff's eyes had fluttered shut and he leaned into the touch, almost suffocating as he tried intently to suppress a moan. Then, Nick pressed hard into the sensitive spot, making the blond grimace in pain. "Don't talk back to me," he repeated his demand from the other day, "Just don't." He settled back in his seat, mouthing words about Lindsay Lohan and rehabilitation, leaving Jeff breathless and flustered.

Oh.. And turned on. So fricking turned on.


To be continued.

Wow, what a bunch of bla bla bla..

Thanks for the responses, everyone! xoxo