7

There were many thing that Paris couldn't swallow in, especially when it involved him being butt naked in a cold classroom with blue balls, bruised lips (because he had to use his fucking mouth to cut off the ropes!) And a hurt ego.

She rejected him.

Twice.

Who in fuck's name does that to a Holmes?! It didn't even make sense, and it most definitely wasn't fair.

He didn't deserve that.

After he took his very, very depressed and raged filled ass out of her class then walked into his, pissed, annoyed at the whole world and ready to snap at anyone who tried talking to him but he managed to hold it on long enough and not blow up.

Until he realized that she hadn't been in the class since the first period.

"Does anyone have a question?"

"Actually, I do." Paris never talked in class unless he was making a joke or trying to get his buddies to do something relatively stupid or whatever it was jocks did in the classroom.

So the apparent glad surprise on his teacher's face wasn't surprising. Perhaps, she was feeling glad that one of her best students, (second best, because the first was not him) was deciding to turn a new leaf. "Mr Holmes. Go on."

"Where's Parker?"

A collective gasp ran out in class as everyone turned to look at him with shocked looks, his teacher included. Even Abel still managed to look shock even though he knew his friend had been acting weird lately.

Still, it made a good gossip headline for the underdog students of Wystwood High. Paris Holmes who usually picked his girlfriend and walked in with her at exactly eight am didn't that morning and was all of a sudden, mentioning the name that was Unmentionable!

Parker!

"Ah, well," The lady suddenly began to fidget with her shirt as she tried to regain her composure. "It's none of your business where Alexandra Parker is, Mr Holmes —."

"But it is," He chuckled. "She's my classmate, you see? And as the —." King of this fucking dumbass school. "Good soul I am. I worry."

"I'm sure she's quite fine —."

"Or is this just one of your favourite pet things?" He continued. Paris could tell she was becoming more uncomfortable with every second and he knew, with a little more push, she'd tell him where Parker was. "Considering as she's the top student and she's allowed to leave the class every —."

"Enough!"

Paris paused, every one in class turning to their teacher who had never even raised a voice at Cliff, a boy who continuously tried hitting on her even though he knew she was a lesbian, and married.

"Holmes, go straight to the Principal's office."

He blinked. "What?"

The lady put her hand on her hips and said with a smug look on her face as if she had wanted to say this to someone in a long time. "I'm sure I didn't stutter."

Paris looked completely stricken now. "You —."

"Don't make me throw this —" Her eyes scanned her office table and she raised something up, a wild look in her eyes. "Don't make me throw this stapler at you!"

What?

Why the fuck she acting like that?

Still, Paris didn't waste any time taking his bag and heading out to the hall, bringing his phone out of his pocket and texting her for the millionth time.

It didn't go through. She actually blocked him? Fucking bitch. Ever since he left that class, he had been trying to reach out and she had cut him off completely.

Like she could just cancel out with just one tryout, like it was fair!

Jesus Christ. How could she even do that to him?! After— After saying what she said? And doing what she did?!

"Fuck," He cursed, shoving it back into his pocket before reaching the Principal's office and knocking twice on the door.

A soft voice tells him to come in and he does, the soft lean face of Wystwood's gentle looking head stared back at him. "Holmes. This is new. What happened?"

It truly was new. Paris was the teacher's favourite for his smartness and ability to still rule the school, plus he was handsome so that had something going for him.

No one, had ever spoken to him that way before.

"Mrs Davis sent me here." Paris answered, sitting on the chair in front of the man's desk and staring at him.

Principal Farouk Umar raised an eyebrow at him. "Mrs Davis? That's newer. She never sends anyone here. What did you do to piss her off?"

He shrugged. "I asked about Parker. She wasn't in class."

The man's brows, for some reason, rose more. "And what's your business with Parker?"

Why did they keep all asking him that? "She's a friend."

They, impossibly rose more. "Truly, Holmes? From what I know, Miss Parker doesn't have friends."

The way he made it sound seemed like even if Alex wanted to have friends, he highly doubted that Paris would make it into that list. Which was insulting.

A small hiss left his lips as he began to look around the office. He knew he could just switch back into his dumb, nice him and get out of this mess with a pat on his back but when his eyes fall on the shelf some feet away from him that held many awards, his eyes spotted the name they all beared.

Alex Parker.

He was sitting upright now, eyes straining to see them. Sciences. Art. Spelling Bee. A fucking swimming competition? "Did she —," He looked back at the older man. "Did she win these?"

His Principal smiled back at him. "Why, yes. She did. She's quite talented."

So was he! "Alone?"

"Oh, no, that would be unethical. She went with two other people." Umar put his hand on his table and tilted his head a bit as he thought, "A Thomas and Kirby joined as well."

Paris knew them. They were beneath him. Literally! "Why wasn't I aware?"

The man looked astounded at the words. "Mr Holmes, we didn't think you'd want to participate. Considering your social status, sending you on this competitions seemed uncool."

Uncool? Paris knew that the old man was right in a sense, he had a reputation for being the opposite of that word, but ever since that day he heard in that classroom...

She was making him lose it.

"Still," Well, he was too pissed to stop now. "Is that why she gets a special classroom?"

That got a reaction from the man because his lean face bloats immediately. "W-What are you —?"

The way they reacted to her name made Paris' interest increase. Both on why they acted that way and who Parked really was. "That is in the unsafe hall. Did you think I wouldn't find out —?"

Umar suddenly shut out of his seat, his thin finger pointed at Paris with his veins all out on his forehead while saliva flew out his mouth as he snapped, "Detention!"

Paris' eyes widened. Detention?! Father would kill him! "What?! I didn't do anything!"

Umar seemed to realize at that same moment that the boy was right because he didn't exactly do anything so he settled back on his seat and said it an incredibly calm voice, "I do not know what's come over you, boy, but if you don't leave this office, I'd make it a week."

One whole week?

Cursing, Paris stood, taking up his bag and walking out and slamming the door shut before he turned around and jumped back, putting his hand on his face. "Shit! Why the fuck are you here?!"

Abel and Matteo stood just beside the door, the latter resting on the wall and the former frowning and standing in front of him. "First, you don't come to pick us up, or Alia. And all of a sudden, you're talking about that girl again."

"You mean Parker?"

Abel seemed to wince as Paris spoke the word but nodded nevertheless. "Yes. You really shouldn't do that. It's her, isn't it? She's the one making you act out?"

Yes, but he wasn't going to tell him that.

"Okay, I've been there before," Abel comes closer and puts a hand around his shoulders, whispering. "What does she have against you? Nudes? Dick prints? An embarrassing sex video with a teacher?"

What?

The look of disgust on Paris' face matched the need to vomit for their close proximity and he pushes him away, his face in a snarl. "The fuck? Is that what she does? Blackmail?"

Abel only blinks at him, confusion in his eyes. "Isn't that what she —. Why do you care about if she doesn't have anything against her?"

That was something he was going to keep to himself till the day he died. "Look, I'm tired and today's been really stressful. Plus, I got detention now."

Matteo finally speaks, pushing himself off the wall. "What? We have practice today!"

"More reason I need to speak that bitch." He heard himself snap then rake a hand in his hair and adding, "Look, I'd talk to you guys later." Not that he planned to because he needed space after what happened this morning and walked away.

So she somehow has the whole school under her fucking will, like some witch or demon?

Though if she was a demon, Paris could bet she would be leaning unto the Succubus spectrum.

Not that the information was important!

Now reaching the other hall she used that was as always dark and poorly lit, he made sure to look around him, so he wouldn't have another idiot in the same spell as him, before he walked to her door and tried to open it.

Locked.

And there were no windows he could peek into to see if she was really there.

Fuck.

Now throwing reasoning out the window, his hand began to slam on the door, ignoring the fact that if anyone heard him, she'd probably be up his ass in a flash. "I know you can hear me, Parker! You can't ignore me forever!"

No reply.

"Shit," His head was beginning to hurt and he felt extremely fucked. Did it make sense? That he was suddenly craving her and if he didn't see her, his head would explode?

"She's not there."

He whipped his head around, his eyes landing on the person resting on the wall some feet away from him.

Marcos Gomez had his blue hair tucked behind his ears, one of them having a crescent moon stud earring and the other a dangling one with the blue and pink butterfly hair clips he wore on his hair.

He also had on a long sleeved white collar blue and pink stripes shirt tucked into a jean mini short with black fishnet socks, that held unto suspenders and peeked out his shorts and held itself around his waist, showing his figure clearly when he rose his hands the way he was now.

And his face —.

His light skinned face had a butterfly shaped white eyeliner design, and pink lipgloss that seemed to shine in the darkness.

The idiot was ridiculously beautiful. How was this fair in any ground?!

Plus, it was also that moment Paris realized it was the first time he was hearing Marcos' voice clearly. Not like the last time when she was with him.

He sounded soft, but confident, like he knew he had no reason to be afraid. Like he knew that he ruled next to someone powerful and took pride in that

And it made Paris want to break that pretty face of his.

"Where is she then?" He asked, trying to sound reasonable.

Marcos kept his eyes on him and gave a soft smiled, crossing his legs. "Do you think I'd tell you? You shouldn't even be talking to her."

"Why?"

"She's mine." He spoke the words with a shrug, but Paris didn't miss the wild look in his eyes as he said those words. He meant it even if he had to hurt someone to prove it.

Paris scoffed at the action. "From what I've seen, you are just her lapdog."

Marcos couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. "Did you think that would hurt me, Holmes? I've heard way worse but you wouldn't know that, considering you weren't here during that era."

The Era before he came to this school.

An Era that now proved things had happened then that had affected now, and there was no way Paris wouldn't find out what it was.

Marcos had something of a dreamy look on his face as he said, "Alex made me find my true self, and she accepts me for it. So you, your fucking opinion, it doesn't matter to me. Plus, I've seen many like you, with sticks up your ass, fall for her, but you all never stay."

"If you feel so sure I was leaving , why did you come here?"

Marcos gave a small scoff. "Because everyone needs a little push, Zephyr." Then he put a hand over his mouth and giggled a bit. "Oops. Should have said Paris."

The male was at his face in a flash, his fists raised but Marcos only smiled more, now putting his hand behind his back and began to walk away slowly. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Alex would devote her life into making yours a living hell."

How did he know that?

Zephyr— Zephyr wasn't a topic anyone spoke about, no one even knew about the male, except his Parents and they didn't even talk about it.

And why the fuck was he smelling like something that you'd want to eat and looking all innocent when Paris still clearly wanted to break his face in?!

Yet, knowing he couldn't cause physical damage made him resort to something that wouldn't leave a physical mark."You are so fucking pathetic, depending on a girl like that."

Marcos, who had walked some distance paused and turned his head to his side, his voice holding a bit of mischief as he said still in that soft voice of his, "At least, I didn't have to beg for her to want me like someone else, did I?"

Then he walked away, making sure he walked out slowly, knowing it would kill Paris knowing he couldn't do anything to him, no matter what he was thinking.

That was why as soon as he was gone a good distance, the male cursed out hard and punched the wall.

~

Eventually, Paris' anger gave way to just complete depression, again. He needed to see her and he knew staying any longer in that detention class with his Father up his ass would just make shit worse so he returned to his usually charming self during it, the love of his teacher's for him now returning as she made him promise to keep being the good boy he was and let him go an hour before he was supposed to be.

As he walked out, the whole school was empty, meaning he was already quite late and she was probably gone, meaning he had to carry his tired, grumpy and low spirited ass to his Father.

His head hurt.

Though the pain, and the world, both seemed to stop when he spotted her in the parking lot.

Alex backed him some feet away, crouched to the floor beside her bicycle while her braids acted like a curtain around her face, hiding it.

Though he couldn't see her, he could tell she was obviously upset but whoever she was speaking to her phone because she was being really loud. "So you really can't come along? Eros... It's fine. I said it's fucking fine, Marcos."

They were— They were fighting?

Maybe his godmother had decided to spread her wand on him finally.

Paris watched as she stood, watching her smash her phone on the floor before she rushed her hand through her hair and turned directly to him, her eyes in slits. "What the fuck are you looking at?"

Paris froze. All the insults and hate speech he had planned to shout at her suddenly disappearing as he brain, as it always seemed to do shut down.

He heard her scoff and turn around, about to pedal off on her back and immediately, his brain powered back up, causing him to get into his car and drive off, blocking off her route to go him.

"Fuck," She cursed out, her bike just an inch away from slamming into his baby, which for some reason, he could swear he wouldn't mind as he walked out of it and stood in front of bike and watched her frown. "I have somewhere to be right now."

He had never seen her frown before. Many emotions, yes, but not this. Was it bad... That he liked it?

Alex rolled her eyes as she looked at him, her hand gripping her handle tighter. "I'm not in a good mood —."

He finally found his voice and spoke, "I'd come with you."

"What?"

"I said —," He cleared his throat so he could talk to her with a better voice. "I'd come with you. Wherever it was you wanted to go to. Since going alone put you in a bad mood."

Her answer was immediate."No."

Again?! "Look, I'm trying to be nice —."

She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "I don't want you to be nice."

As always, he couldn't control his mouth. "But you're clearly upset so just take my help while you can and stop being a bitch."

At those words, she grabbed his tie one more time, a memory that made his body shudder and pulled him to her face then began to speak in a whisper, "You're right. I am upset, so upset that I need to take my anger out in some way and if you follow me, I'd take you back to my house and I'd fuck you, hard, till you bleed. And you did say I couldn't play with your ass, didn't you?"

"I change my mind." What? No, I don't! My brain just turns to mush around you! "I'd drive you myself."

Alex's eyes seemed to scan his for a while and she let go, coming out of her bike and folding her hands with a shrug. "Fine."

She was giving in easily now. That meant she did mean what she was saying about the fucking him part. Fuck.

Still, he was going to keep to his side of his promise and she gave him the address. As they drove off, she remained quiet, her eyes staring outside the window making him suddenly remember that she was with him and not the unicorn looking male.

It made him feel like he had achieved an extremely great feat. "Your pet spoke to me."

Her correction came fast. "Boyfriend."

His head whipped to her. "What?"

Paris hadn't known about that fact! Hell, he thought the bastard was just the same as him. He was actually— A boyfriend? The fuck?

Oh, this just got personal.

"If you want to talk about my Luna, you say it with fucking respect." Then she turned to him, the bored look still on her face. "And what did he say?"

Well, your bitch isn't as innocent as he makes himself look. "He threatened to blackmail me if I didn't leave you alone."

Alex blinked at him for a few seconds then said in a drawl. "So what do you want me to do? Punish him for letting out his feelings?"

Okay, when she said it like that, it sounded more worse than what it actually was. Which didn't feel right in anyway.

Just put your dog on a fucking leash.

But he didn't say it. He had a premonition she'd push him out the door if he did, so he didn't.

Alex sighed and looked back outside the window. "But he had no rights to do that, and for that reason, I'd mete out the right punishment to him. I hope you feel good about reporting him to me like a six year old."

Paris grabbed the wheel tighter.

When they got to the address he mentioned, Paris could swear that the owners of those house, whoever they were, had more money than his Family did, which said a lot considering he was from a generation wealth filled family.

And he knew Alex Parker wasn't rich, and didn't live here, so who was she coming to see?

As soon as he was parked, Alex walked out and he did so as well, watching two dark skinned children, male and female run to her.

Paris joined her at her side of the car, resting on it as they pulled away from the hug. There was a look in her eyes as she spoke to them, like she had finally come alive.

And he studied it, because he swore he was going to make her look that same way again.

Paris kept staring at them, staying silent but one of them, the boy turned and stared at him like he just appeared there. "Oh, you brought home a white boy this time."

This time?

"Now, now, Abe, you just don't call people colours."

Someone else joined them, a man with copper coloured hair wearing a white shirt with a corset and black pants, his hands now pulling the children to his side while he looked up at him and seemed to backtrack. "Oh, lord, he's white."

Was that supposed to be a big deal? The male was white, as well.

The girl looked up at him. "Daddy shouldn't call people colours."

"Oh, I really shouldn't, Lizzy," He said, smiling sweetly at them before ruffling their hair. "The cook just told me he baked a cake for you both, why don't you go while I take your sister to Father, hmm?"

"Okay!" And in a flash, he was gone.

This time, he turned his full attention to them, a smile now on his face as he seemed to strike a pose and say in a seductive voice, "This is surprising, Alexa."

The girl beside him still had a dead expression on her face. "Alex."

"Where's the other one? The cute one?" Then he looked at him, "Not that you aren't cute, honey. There was just something sweet about the caramel coloured one. What's your name again?"

Paris never told him his name. "Paris."

The man smiled kindly at him. "Mr Alexander Parker."

Alexander Parker? Like her? Was he— Her Father?

No, he looked too young to be that.

"Where's Marcos?" Parker asked, pouting now. "He was a real nice kid."

Alex sighed, "You're a paedophile, you like everything that's a kid, follow me Paris." Then she began to walk off, the man chattering non stop at her side and she completely ignored him until they walked in.

As soon as they walked to a hallway, she stopped and turned to him. "Stay here."

He nodded.

She walked off now, leaving him with the male who under the lighting of the chandelier looked extremely handsome. Of course, she would be surrounded by beautiful people, like that was fair.

"What are you to her?" He asked. "Don't say friend. She doesn't keep friends."

So it was a seemingly popular fact.

"Pet?" He asked, tilting his head. "Because I doubt you're her boyfriend. You aren't, are you?"

Did he just call him a pet?

"Ah, slave." He nodded his head. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's a step right. What's Marcos now? He was a pet last time I checked."

What sort of conversation were they having right now? "He's— Not a pet."

His eyes brightened. "What is he? Boyfriend?"

It killed him to say it so he nodded instead.

Male Alex laughed. "I knew he'd be a good boy for her, but she was so stubborn about moving up, scared he'd hurt her but Marcos wouldn't hurt a fly."

I beg to differ.

"Are you— Are you her Father?"

Alex kept a small smile on his face. "I'm her Step Father."

His eyes nearly bulged out, but he managed not to say a word.

"She's actually speaking with her real dad right now, it'd be short, she acts like talking to him would kill her if she stays too long." He said with a small chuckle then said in a low voice, "Do you like her?"

"What?"

He tilted his head down the hall. "My stepdaughter."

He really was an actual Parker.

"I know step parents don't count, but—," He began to walk closer. "I have her best interests at heart. What's your name, Bambi?"

Bambi? Oh, fuck no. "Paris Holmes."

"Oh, you're a Holmes." He seemed to hold a new sort of respect in his eyes for him, as it should be as he said those words. "Your Father works in the Holmes and Helsing firm?"

He nodded.

Alex beamed back at him. "Good, easy to get rid of." Paris' face fell at those words. "I can destroy him, but I'd be nice and I won't. Don't hurt her dear boy, as I said, I like the —."

"Five feet away from the merchandise, Steinfeld." Alex's voice announced from the down the hall as she walked down to them.

Parker obeyed, a smile on his face as he said, "I'm a Parker now, darling."

She ignored him, her eyes now on Paris'. "You're being uncomfortably quiet, did something happen or you're thinking of the fact you might not play basketball for a while when we get to my place?"

His eyes widened and moved to Parker who looked like it was nothing surprising and said, "Fuck, no. I don't even know what you're talking about."

"Oh, a brat. I like him."

Did he add 'no homo'? He didn't? Fuck.

"Good thing we're getting to my house so we can talk about it, isn't that right?"

She sounded angry now.

He was just so good at screwing himself up, wasn't he?