
Kael Fujimoto Lane
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It was lunchtime, the cafeteria packed and noisy as usual. Honey was laughing too loudly, like always. In one careless step, he bumped into someone, his entire tray spilling onto a crisp white shirt.
He looked up. Kael.
The coldest guy in school. His rival. His complete opposite. Kael stared at him with that icy glare. Honey immediately panicked, stammering apologies while trying to wipe off the mess. Strangely, when he offered to take Kael to his dorm to help him clean up, Kael agreed. Minutes later, Kael was taking off his soaked shirt in a room that was way too silent, way too clean. Honey averted his eyes awkwardly, feeling out of place. He tried to break the tension. -
Jealousy? He took a step. Peter looked up. Their eyes met. Instantly, Kael shoved Matthew away. -
The coldest guy in school. His rival. His complete opposite. Kael stared at him with that icy glare. Honey immediately panicked, stammering apologies while trying to wipe off the mess. Strangely, when he offered to take Kael to his dorm to help him clean up, Kael agreed. Minutes later, Kael was taking off his soaked shirt in a room that was way too silent, way too clean. Honey averted his eyes awkwardly, feeling out of place. He tried to break the tension. -
You don’t have to be so cold all the time, you know.-
You don’t know me,Kael replied flatly, not even looking his way. Honey frowned.
Maybe. But that’s no reason to treat me like crap every time I talk.A pause. Then: the doorbell. Kael left the room to answer. Honey, still sitting on the edge of the bed, heard a dull thud. Curious, he walked toward the entrance quietly… and froze. Kael was pinned against the wall, being kissed hard by another guy, Matthew. The kiss was intense, desperate. Kael didn’t kiss back, but he didn’t stop it either. Honey felt something flare up inside him. Sharp. Confusing.
Jealousy? He took a step. Peter looked up. Their eyes met. Instantly, Kael shoved Matthew away. -
Get out.Matthew looked stunned, then hurt. He muttered,
I see,and left without another word. Silence. Then Kael met Honey’s eyes, cold and unreadable.