Hello, here comes shot 3, which is related to shot 1. Shot 3 takes place a year before shot 1.

I thought of writing something about those two, and the letters mark the order and sequence of their story, hope you'll like it! Let me know, thank you!!

Dedicated to Meaningful, thanks for your comments :-)

On the right we have Xander picture, what do you think of him?

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ONCE UPON A TIME, 1 YEAR AGO. 

XANDER POV

It was him again.

What a pain in the neck.

I kept seeing that guy all around the school, in every single place, in class, in the corridors, at lunch. He didn’t pay attention to me, I wasn’t sure he even cared to remember my name. I mean, he wasn’t exactly a saint or someone with many scruples. You could see him flirt with everyone; even with teachers, which would remind him to behave, if didn’t fancy detention or notes.

No kidding, everyone. Guys, girls, whatever he thought it was hot and attractive.

It was frustrating, seriously.

Why him? Why I had to share a couple of classes with him and PE and see him change in the changing room.

He had such an inviting skin, always tanned and glowing like sweet and morbid honey. That was, his skin reminded me of honey, just as his eyes reminded me of a late night of midsummer, when falling stars shadowed the dark sky.

At the very moment I landed my eyes on his curly black hair, my hands were itchy; they wanted to run through them, to brush them, to grab them, to caress those soft and dark lockets.

It was getting so damn frustrating.

I remembered exactly how I felt that day, when magically my senses began to see and notice him, to keep alerted and ready to follow him everywhere with their desperate gaze.

Well, I felt like an idiot and sick.

I felt wrong.

A guy could not like and want, more likely, desire, another guy, it was simply wrong. Period. I wasn’t sure my parents would be proud of the news, mhh, more likely they might hate me. And school and friends? Where do you place them? How would they react? For sure John and his band of jocks wouldn’t be pleased with that.

What a hypocrite I was. Calling him and his friends a band of jock. I was probably the worst among them, because didn’t feel to really belong with them, but didn’t want to try anything different. I got easily into the football team, became a great player, got a hot chick for girlfriend, not the brightest, but very obliging and then got into a popular group of people.

Well, when you taste a bit of that, it’s impossible to forget the intoxicating and addicting taste, you simply cannot do it. Once you enter a certain zone, there is no turning back or changing cards on the table, unless you fancied a living hell.

And, that sure wasn’t my idea of high school.

School was there for me to get laid, have fun, have blast, parties, girls and cool friends, popularity, good grades and football performances excellent for my future college life.

That was it.

Nothing else.

So, no way I would ever admit I liked a guy, well, I desired that guy like I have never wanted anyone else. No way I would stand before John and his friends to stop them from bullying kids half their size or behaving like huge idiots. No damn way. What would I gain out that? Nothing, just a colossal pain in the ass and endless troubles.

But it wasn’t easy sometimes to stay there and as nothing face your so called friends arguing and calling names the object of your desire, the object on your obsession. Yeah, he had become my own obsession.

I groaned too loud and ran my fingers through my hair, feeling a bit too restless. Kaitlin, my best friend, my real and smart, clever, funny and beautiful best friend, looked at me and kicked my chair, to remind me we were in class and having a damn test.

She shot me a questioning glare and then studied my face for few seconds. Damn, she could read me like a book for kids, she saw everything through me; Kaitlin never missed anything. Why couldn’t I fall for her? She would be perfect for me. But I wasn’t perfect for her, it was actually amazing how she forced at first her friendship on me and how she still liked me and spent time with me, even though she called me in many occasion a bloody jock.

I chuckled, Kaitlin had such a strong British accent, right from London that was cracking me every time she uttered “bloody” or “hell” or any sort of typical British curse.

However, she always said I was too big of a moron and lazy dimwit to be her type.

Too bad.

I shook my head and winked, my test was almost over and hopefully fine. She winked back and then grinned in a way I didn’t like. She read something in my eyes and be sure she was going to bug it out of me, willing or not.

“Xander darling, how went that bloody test for you? I am not too sure about the last two questions.” She chirped in my ears, riding me in piggyback style, her favourite. My girlfriend didn’t like Kaitlin, but I told her to mind her business, I never discussed her friends.

“Bloody hell, I dunno.” I made fun of her accent and she bit the side of my neck.

“Ouch, that hurts, you monkey.” She just giggled and then jumped down, brushing back her curly ginger-blonde hair. Even her freckles were laughing and giggling on her face.

“So, dude, what were you thinking about before and the last couple of weeks? Or should I say, who were thinking about?” She whispered with a conspiracy voice and pulled my arm down, so to face her shorter height.

I shrugged, faking my best jock style poker face.

“Nothing in particular, just frustrate about that last question, that’s all.”

Kaitlin stopped me, grabbed my cheeks with her finger that had dangerous long and sharp nails and then painfully pulled me closer to her face, our forehead touching. That hurt a lot.

“Who do you think you are talking to? One of your tool-friends? It’s me, Kaitlin, and I know there is something bugging you lately and don’t you dare say it’s me now. Got it?”

Jee, she could be scary sometimes. No wonder her older brothers respected her like soldiers respected their captain.

“Kay, it’s nothing, really.” She snorted and I rolled my eyes. What was the point in hiding something to my best friend? “Not here, ok?”

She stared at me and searched my eyes for something, something she only knew. She then nodded satisfied and brushed her nose on mine. I chuckled. Kay was very sweet sometimes. A pity nobody here was good enough for her.

“Argh.” She grunted, in not such a sweet way. “Your bimbo girlfriend is coming here, guess to take you for lunch, with the rest of the gang.”

I suppressed a chuckle, because she was too funny and the way Kay and Alyssa hated each other was something even funnier. No kidding. I know it sounds bad, but indeed my girlfriend wasn’t the brightest and never understood Kay sarcastic jokes.

“Come and join us, for a change. You are strong, Kaitlin, you can face them.” I teased her.

“I sure am strong, but not so confident about my stomach. It might not be able to stand all of your “friends”, and please note my quote’s marks, right when I am having lunch.” She snorted.

“Just for once, please?”

“How about you ditch them, for a change? What do you talk about, anyway?”

I sighed, there was no way to make her change mind, once set, it was impossible to alter and try to convince otherwise. What a stubborn monkey she was.

Alyssa in the meanwhile joined us and shot a dirty glare at Kay, not liking our proximity. That has to be a joke, I mean, she flirts constantly with everyone around our table and I was pretty sure she cheated behind me already many times. I rolled my eyes, not caring what she would think.

“Hey sweety, you coming to lunch? I really missed you this morning.” Alyssa talked with that stupid and sugary voice that got me every time attacks of hyperglycaemia.

“Sure, coming.” I felt defeated, my appetite suddenly gone.

“Be sure to not eat anything sweet, monkey.” Joke Kaitlin, perfectly understanding my thoughts. Alyssa looked puzzled and asked me if I were right. Sure, I was perfectly fine.

“See you later, monkey.”

Alyssa locked her arm with mine and pushed her huge and generous breast on me, feeling her tits bonging at every step. She argued with me about Kay and I told her to shut up, she told me I had no rights to talk to her like this, I said she could shove her rights right in that place. She stopped, slapped me with over dramatic intensity and stomped away.

What a pain in the ass.

Now we were going through our nth break up and soon turning back together.

I joined the table, having the girls glaring at me like angry and outraged hyenas and guys patting my shoulders and telling me they understood. My ass they understood, bet they were only drooling over Alyssa, now officially free for more or less a week and therefore available on the market. I barely answered them, got something to eat and sat there munching my food without even an idea how it tasted.

Then I saw him.

He walked close to our table, with other two guys from the basket team, laughing and shaking his head in an amused and for me sensual way. His dark lockets waved around and his eyes sparkled more than usual. Without thinking about it, I lifted my eyes and stared at him, not able to tear them away.

“What a disgusting bi-fag.” Sneered John, now beside me. That broke my trance and I looked at him with a dark and annoyed glare. How he dared so? But he wasn’t very smart, not at all, and he thought my glare was for the guy, my obsession.

“Hey you, whore or bitch? Which one do you prefer?” He barked loud, my “friend”. I cringed at those words, how could he say something like that to someone he almost didn’t know? Well, I didn’t move nor said anything. Just watched, like usual.

The guy, my obsession, turned and faced John, with his two teammates, then shot a look at me and for a moment nothing happened, we simply locked gazes together. I couldn’t shift my eyes away, I was hypnotized from his alluring look. I felt my throat dry. He then smirked at me and shifted his eyes on John.

“Neither of them for you dork. You are not my type.” He joked, checking him out and mocking a disappointed grimace.

John grew green and grabbed his collar shirt and then the guy sort of gasped.

“What did you say, fag?” John hissed.

“Let him go, Collins.” Said one of his mates, gripping John’s wrist.

Damn, things were getting problematic and I didn’t like it, when things get problematic you always have teachers coming over, then useless talks follow and people look at you, and then maybe parents are callled over.

What a pain in the ass.

“C’mon, man, let it go for this time, they don’t worth your attention.” I said, swallowing every word as if they were spikes, but knowing it was the only way to calm him down.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He shoved my obsession away and same with his friend. “I better go wash my hands, before catching anything from you, bitch.”

I rolled my eyes and snorted something under my breath. He could be so annoying and pathetic sometimes, even a two-year-old kid would insult better.

The object of my desire and personal hell looked another time at me, now sort of pissed and disappointed, and then winked, in a way that didn’t imply anything good.

Damn.

He caught my stare before.

Damn.

As I walked to my locker I was in a real bad mood. I was now hungry because I lost my appetite at lunch after that episode and so didn’t finish my meal. Got called from a teacher for daydreaming in class and kept back for her usual talk and bullshits. Kaitlin sent me a txt she couldn’t wait for me, so I wouldn’t see my personal ray of sunshine when most needed it. Alyssa bitched me via phone messages and her bimbo best friends annoyed during last period.

Something more?

Oh yeah, I had to witness again to John shoving a defenceless little kid with cute and sweet chocolate eyes against a wall.

Ha ha ha, so funny, that sure was the best hobby you could get.  I rolled my eyes, why complaining? I was worse.

No one was around and so I slammed my head against the locker and then punched it with all my anger and force. Damn, I was really mad right now.

Someone chuckled behind, a sound that was nicely familiar, and then a hand touched my shoulder.

“You had a bad day, Xander?” That voice was music for my ears.

I turned and it was him, my nightmare, my object of desire, my ship for hell, my obsession, smirking and titling his head on one side, looking amused and cocky at the same time. His face a relaxed and grinning honey-like mask, his eyes vivid and provoking.

“Jess, you know my name?” I asked, feeling immediately a stupid idiot.

“No shit Sherlock, we have three classes together.” He teased, biting his lower lip.

Right, why was I even surprised? It was normal to know your classmates’ names, not a big deal.

“But that’s not the reason I know your name, Xander.”

I arched my eyebrows not understanding his expression and dark smile.

It was almost scaring.

“I saw how you look at me all the time, how your eyes follow me everywhere and how hungry they are for me, and how today couldn’t tear them from mine. Too bad you’re a huge coward.”

He closed the distance between us, pacing sensually towards me and soon I was pushed against my locker, our chests touching and our thighs brushing. I gulped, feeling the situation slipping away from my fingers, out of control, as I felt his body pressing on me, making my heart race faster and my lower regions stir.

His beautiful face was a mere inch from mine; our lips could almost brush. I didn’t dare to move or say anything. I was completely paralyzed there, in a total trance. His scent was tingling my nose and filling my head with strange and dirty thoughts, suddenly my brain not working any more rationally. My hormones were ruling over it. 

Jess was slightly shorter than I was, but not too much. He didn’t have bulky muscles or huge shoulders, he was more slender than me, who used to football training. He played basketball and I knew he was famous for his speed and ability in directing and changing the pace of the game at his own whim.

“You are not backing off, though. Hmm, that’s much better.” He teased, his voice caressing my lips.

I licked my lower lip, for the abrupt desire riding in me, growing at crazy speed and invading every cell of my body.

Jess saw it and smirk satisfied.

I gulped again and almost groaned, feeling his hands travelling on my hips, slipping back on my ass.

Another smirk.

Another suppressed groan.

His lips suddenly crushed on mine and automatically my arms went around his back, tasting is lean, but toned muscles it with my hungry finger, a damn great feeling. I pulled him closer and let my hands travel up to his silky dark lockets. It was amazing running my fingers through them, they were better than what I imaged.

His lips were soft and sweet, just like cream and honey together. I let out a groan and his tongue darted in my mouth, invading it and exploring every inch, dominating the kiss with sensual confidence and a bit of arrogance, which tickled my pride.

Our tongues twisted together and soon I felt hot and incredibly hard. My grip on Jess tightened and I swung us around, now slamming him against the locker and possessing his mouth, not able to contain anymore my raging desire. He gasped at the harsh change. I kissed him so hard and senseless then for a moment I thought I left this world. Nothing existed anymore around me. Only Jess and me, and our hard make out session.

I growled low in my throat and deepened the kiss, shoving my tongue harder, wanting more of him, to taste everything of him. His hands were on my back, digging his fingers strongly, now moaning in my mouth. My pride enjoyed that, just like me.

Jess grinded on me and his member was just as hard rock as mine.

I wanted more. I needed more.

We broke the kiss, both of us panting, he with a surprised and pleased expression on his smirking face.

“Well Xander, you really kiss hard and hot, that’s what I like.”

I didn’t answer, just stared his mischievous eyes, unable to tell what he was thinking or what he wanted from me. I realized I didn’t care much, as long as I could have him.

“How about I keep your secret and you become my playmate?” Jess whispered in my ear, drawing the line with the tip of his amazing tongue.

I shuddered at that in pleasure, feeling my erection poking stronger and harder against his. The idea allured me, even though I knew what it meant and I knew it had to be kept a secret.

“Only if you keep your mouth shut, otherwise...” I murmured on his neck, nibbling it and feeling the intoxicating taste. He moaned. He liked it.

“Oh, we don’t want to ruin your reputation, don’t we? Don’t worry, be my toy and my mouth will be shut, well, not when we are going to be together.” He chuckled wickedly and shot me a naughty smile. “How about we start right now?”

His eyes were shining with a dark and lustful light, which just kick-start harder my own desire.

“Sure, why not?” I challenged him with a darker and dirtier smile, anticipating excited what was about to come.