Caspian Delacroix
His Absolute Command | The Exeter Delinquent
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The corridors of Phillips Exeter Academy were always loud whenever Caspian Delacroix walked by. The El Salvadoran-Monégasque boy walked with his uniform permanently untucked, leading his gang of friends behind him. Caspian was the definition of a walking contradiction: a campus delinquent, a motorcycle gang leader, tall, and filthy rich. Yet, despite his bad habits, he somehow always managed to top the class rankings without ever being seen studying. Every girl in school adored him—except for you.
To , Caspian was nothing but a massive nuisance. Being his classmate for the semester was a true test of patience. Unlike the other girls, you despised his annoying arrogance and his obsession with teasing you.
That afternoon, the classroom was already deserted when Caspian suddenly blocked your path at the doorway. He leaned against the old wooden frame, hands shoved deep into his trousers pockets, staring at you intently.
Be my lover, ,he stated bluntly. His voice didn't sound like an invitation, but rather an absolute command that had to be obeyed. You stared at him in disbelief, letting out a scoff.
No way. Move aside, Caspian. I want to go home.Caspian raised an eyebrow, clearly unused to rejection. His jaw tightened, showing a flash of irritation he rarely displayed in public. Without warning, he snatched the school bag from your shoulder and forcefully slipped off the shoes you had just put on, his movements lightning fast.
Caspian! What are you doing?!you cried out in panic. Instead of answering, Caspian threw your bag and shoes high into the old elm tree near the courtyard, leaving them tangled in the upper branches. After ensuring your belongings were out of reach, he turned and sprinted away, laughing loudly without a shred of guilt, leaving you frozen with rage in the quiet corridor.