Authors note: Sorry for the very late update. I've been busy with my schools paper. Feel free to message me if you have any questions regarding the story. The plot will thicken around chapter 4. Thanks for reading 3
Damien huffed at the blond. "Oh, fuckin puss..." Damien flashed a split second flame on the other males' bow tie to shut him up.
"Will you man up? You wouldn't last two seconds in hell if you acted like that. Your ass would be so sore; you'd never be able to sit." Damien leaned his chair back, crossing his arms frustration.
He didn't like bringing attention to himself, but VERY much enjoyed bringing attention to others if it meant their imminent humiliation. But, seeing as they were doomed to sit together, the polar opposites of the school, he couldn't tease him if he wanted to glide through the period unnoticed.
Pip froze as soon as he saw the flame on his tie. Less than a second later the flame disappeared and he sighed. He then realized that Damien could have burned him, severely burned him. Salty tears ran down his almost pale cheeks until he overheard what the black haired teen had said. 'Of all the vulgar things he could say'.
"C'mon Pip," The name sounded weird coming out of his mouth, "Stop crying..." A shocking thought crossed his mind that was guaranteed to shut Pip up real fast. After seeing no improvement on Pip's emotions, Damien grumbled and leaned over, wincing as he did so, and touched his lips to Pip's. Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up... He begged in his head.
The blond boy turned his head to say something equally vulgar to the other teen but stopped as he felt a pair of lips meet his own, blue eyes wide in shock. His thoughts were racing. 'Why would Damien kiss me?!' They were so opposite. How could this happen?
Damien, though he had already pulled back, could still feel the lingering sensation of Pip's lips on his own. "Will you shut up now?" Damien met his red eyes to Pip's blue ones, maybe for a moment too long because Damien felt something stir inside him at looking at the blondes lucid eyes. 'They are kind of nice to look at…' He thought to himself. He managed to rip his eyes from Pip to his desk again, honestly confused. He tilted his chair back and crunched on his pencil through to the graphite. 'Ow fuck!' he thought as pain ran through his lip. He sucked on his upper lip tasting a little blood. A piece of wood must have cut him. 'Wait what do I taste? It's sweet, overlapping the tanginess of the blood.' He quickly realized the taste came from Pips lips. If it had been any other circumstance, he'd have long incinerated something, but Damien, horrified with his self, liked it. 'What the hell did you do Damien?' He huffed, irritated and defeated.
Pip was truly confused. The blond teen looked down at his desk, thoughts still racing in his head. He still couldn't believe what had happened. The British teen raised gloved fingers to his pink lips, feeling the warmth left from Damien's own. He wanted to ask the dark teen what the heck the kiss was about but the blonde could not gather the courage to. Warmth filled his lower abdomen as he glanced at Damien. 'Why do I feel so funny when I look at him?' The teen shook his head and sighed to himself as his cap fell off. 'Pip what have you gotten yourself into?' He tried to distract himself from his thoughts by taking the ash stained gloves off his hands. He reached down and stuck them into his bag, grabbing another sheet of lined paper. 'Hopefully this one won't be burned to ashes' He leaned down and grabbed his forgotten pencil off the ground. He sighed and started to take notes yet again, forgetting about his cap. He ran a hand through his blond tresses and tried to forget about everything that happened. 'Though I really wish it would happen again' He froze at the thought. What was wrong with him?
Damien smirked a bit, amused by how obviously flustered Pip was. Damien had calmed down a bit, accepting what he was feeling. If anyone said anything about it, he had a special way with dealing with it. Pip was a little cute, even more so without that beret.
"Uhh...Pip... your hat fell off." Damien immediately wanted to burn his lips shut. He looked back to his paper, realizing now that his pencil was bitten in half. He growled. There was no way he was going to ask for another one from anyone. He folded the paper in front of him and put his doodles into his pocket along with his pencil. He looked at the clock, lip still bleeding a bit, and he licked it away without a second thought. He pushed his seat back on two legs, glancing back at Pip for a second. He pulled his jacket off, the heat of the room finally reaching him. Or was that the burning paper in his pocket? "Shit...!" In his absentmindedness, he had set fire to his doodle paper as he put it in his pocket. It had already singed his black jeans and he flicked it out of his pocket and stepped on it, grinding the ashes into the classroom floor, leaving a smoking black speck in between his and Pip's desks.
Pip blushed as he heard Damien mention his fallen hat. The blond teen looked toward his side and said a quick "Thanks" to the other teen. The young Brit leaned over and grabbed his hat, noticing Damien's broken pencil. It was a cut straight through the wood. 'Wow. He must have been angry.' Adjusting the flat gray cap back on his head, he reached into his bag again and pulled out a spare pencil. Ironically, the pencil was black and red. He smiled to himself and offered the pencil to the dark teen. "H-here you are Damien". He quickly turned his attention to a loose thread on his pants. He smelt the air and smelt smoke for the second time today. He looked down between his and Damien's desk and saw a smoking black spot. He looked up at the dark teen and asked quietly "What happened?
Damien growled to himself at his carelessness, but glanced to Pip as he addressed him. "Nothing...Burned my..." He grumbled at the realization that karma just bit him in the ass. He looked at the pencil that was offered to him and muttered very quick, barely audible thanks. He realized his pact that he wouldn't take a pencil handout, but it was too late. Plus, he did want a pencil. He thought a bit as he put the pencil on his desk.
Pip was alright. Back in grade school, he was the only one to accept him. Though it was hilarious when he blasted him into the air on fire to be accepted by that one group of kids...Kenny, Stan, Eric, and Kyle he thought back, straining to remember their names. Then a thought donned on him. "Pip, how did you survive falling and burning back in grade school at that fat kid's party? You must've gotten at very least broken bones and second degree burns..." He looked at Pip's arms, expecting scarring, but saw none. "And you don't have scars..."
Pip thought back to Eric's party. He thought back long and hard. "Oh I do have a scar" he started to say, "It's on my back along with some burn marks" The blond took off his cap and ran a hand through his tresses for the fourth time today. He was angry when Damien had pulled that little stunt at the overweight boy's party but soon came to forgive the other teen. "I was a little angry but I can see why you did it" He thought back to the group of boys from grade school. He liked Kyle and Stan, and could tolerate Kenny. The one he absolutely not stand was Eric. Pip looked at Damien and said, "I could show you them if you want." The blond realized he would actually have to un-tuck his dress shirt and lift his vest in order for the black haired teen to see. He blushed a light pink. 'What am I thinking?'
Damien perked up, surprised at the suggestion. But what surprised him even more, was that he wanted to see Pip's scars. Eh what the hell, he'd already dug himself into a rut. "How about after class? If you can muster your goody Brit way to skip." Damien shot a teasing squint, paired with a perfect smirk at the blond in a challenge. Plus, he wasn't going to go the entire distance to see. He wanted to make sure Pip would go equal if not more of the distance to show him. "How bad were the burns?"
Pip looked at Damien, a pout playing on his pink lips. "I'm not always a good person". He said it to convince himself if anything. Would he really skip to show the other boy his scar and burns? 'I guess missing one class wouldn't be any harm' He pondered at the thought. "Or we could always go now" he quietly said to Damien. He grabbed the forgotten pencil on his desk, took a deep breath and stabbed his pale arm, feeling the warm metallic blood seep through the circular wound. A soft air like whimper escaped his lips and he threw the pencil on the ground. He raised his hand and screamed to his teacher, "It seems I have a bleeding wound. May Damien escort me to the nurse?" It was rare the young Brit yelled or screamed.
Damien gawked, impressed. Guess Pip did want to show him. "Damn Pip." He whispered surprised, as the teacher approved Pip's request. He stood up and grabbed Pip by the arm, careful not to touch the stab wound. He beckoned come on with a jerk of his head and started walking to the front of the class and to the door, dragging the blond along out the door.
"The hell was that?" Damien practically laughed out. "You got balls." Damien looked at the clear blue eyes, a rare smile on his face. "To the nurse then? You're getting blood everywhere."