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The alarm clock loudly blaring above my head woke me up from a very... nice dream.

I groggily rise from the bed and do my morning routine. Ughh, I hate Mondays. I took off my shirt and boxers and look at the mirror to inspect my lanky frame, and pale skin. Oh well. I flexed my arms a bit and looked at my laughable biceps. If only I could gain some muscle. But how though, I don't do sports, I hate sports. I sigh at the thought and went on with my daily tasks.

After dressing for school, I sprayed on some new cologne my aunt gave me last Christmas. It was too sweet for my taste but I ran out of my usual so I decided to use this one anyway. I smelled fruity, but it's kinda okay, just mild and not very offensive to the nose.

I went down to have breakfast with mom and my little brother.

"Good morning, hun," Mom kissed my hair and made me sit on the table.

I ruffled Wayo's hair as I sat down.

"Hey, I spent half an hour on this," he pouted.

"Nothing looked different though," I teased as I adjusted my thick-rimmed glasses.

"Excuse me, this-" he pointed to his entire wardrobe. "is called fashion."

I just snorted. But in all honesty, he looked really cool. He was wearing some denim pants, a dark shirt with some cool looking design, and his hair was a properly styled luscious black. Whatever happened to my cute little brother? Well, he still looked cute, but fashionable. We both used to wear thick glasses and braces, but he was 'cool' now so he started using contacts and was happy to take off his braces a year ago. While I'm still here stuck in my nightly retainers. I don't like to wear contacts either because I feel it is too bothersome and irritates my eyes. So for me, it's hello glasses, forever. For my hair, well, I don't really care about style. Wayo and I have the same luscious jet black hair. While he spends a great amount of time styling his, I just let mine fall on my head, my bangs covering my forehead. A few runs with my fingers after drying and I'm done.

"Did you finish your homework?" I asked.

"Of course, Beamie," he said. "I may need some help in my chemistry tomorrow though."

"Sure,"

Though we only have a one year gap in age, I was two years ahead at school since I was accelerated. I don't mind though since I love studying the advanced Maths.

As we were about to finish breakfast, I hurriedly made a three layer peanut butter and jelly sandwich and packed it in a ziplock.

"Hey, is he still extorting food from you?"

"Shush!" I scolded him as I looked over at Mom in the kitchen.

"Wow, he's still doing that? Why don't you fight back or something?"

I just rolled my eyes.

"Me? Fight him?" I asked him sarcastically. How can I fight him with this lanky body of mine? I'll just be crushed in an instant.

"Whatever, Beam. Just don't let him bully you."

"Just quit it Yo, he hasn't done anything extreme though, and I can take it. I don't want trouble and I certainly don't want to draw any attention,"

"Yet," he corrected. "He hasn't done anything extreme yet."

"Yes, all he does is scare me or threaten me, and I'm not afraid of him," I said.

Wayo just rolled his eyes.

"I swear Beam, If I was older and bigger, I would've already given him a shiner or two,"

I just snorted. "As if you could."

"Boys, let's go!" Mom called and we both scurried of to go to school.

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I love Mondays. One, because I get to see my friends, practice football, and play around at school. I hate staying at home when no one was around. My parents are always on business travel and I hate feeling alone.

I greet my friends that were approaching as I climb out of my convertible. Then we all went towards the school grounds, talking about our weekends. Mine was painfully boring. Some students greet me as I pass them and I wave hello. I let out a small smirk and can't help but felt pleased. All the attention I'm getting was because of that winning touchdown I scored last season that led our team to the championship.

My friends and I all dispersed as we go to our respective lockers. I grabbed my book and went to my morning destination. Breakfast. I went to the rightmost section and found him, getting some of his stuff from the locker into his backpack. I smirked. He hasn't seen me yet. This will be fun.

I slowly creeped from his back and then sharply smacked my hand on the locker causing a very loud thwack that made him jump up in the air and let out a loud scream.

I laughed out loudly. "What the hell four eyes!"

"H-hey, i-it's not f-funny," he says in between breaths.

Raising my eyebrows as I slowly approach him closer and I tried to look intimidating. "I think so though."

He opened his mouth but closed them again as he retreated and seem to shrink into his locker as I tried to stand taller and tower over him. His wide eyes shining through his thick glasses. It was like he was in tears. I just love teasing this guy. And I've been teasing him since I can remember. Well, it's because shorty here is very fun to watch when he gets flustered.

"What do you have there, shorty?" I prodded his backpack. "Something for me?"

"I, uh..." He fumbled inside and got a sandwich. I smirked as he hands it to me with shaky hands.

"PB and J?" I asked.

"Yes, with more... jelly and less peanut butter," he said while looking down, trying to avoid eye contact.

I smiled knowing that he won't see it.

"Good boy!" I ruffled his soft hair. My hands resting on the strands a little bit longer. Though I don't want to admit I really like touching his hair. It was so soft and silky, and it doesn't have any sticky hair products in it so it's really nice to touch.

Just then it hit me.

"What the fuck," I said softly.

My hand left his hair and propped it beside his head. Locking him in place, between me and his locker. I lowered my head and smelled his neck. My eyes fluttered close as I inhaled his scent. His cologne, it's not his usual, but it smells so good. An incredible blend of sweet and refreshing smell, mixing with his natural scent. Wow. I've never known a guy who smelled this good.

I buried my face on his neck and inhaled again, loudly. Goodness, it's just so...for the lack of word, delicious? I am afraid to open my mouth because if I do, I might bite his neck.

"Nice," I murmured as I rubbed my nose on his pulsing neck.

I felt him shiver and that's when I realized what was happening. I pulled away abruptly I think I had whiplash. What the hell? What the fucking hell, Forth?

"I -uh," Well, for the first time, I don't know what to say so I just turned around and walked away. Tightly holding the sandwich in my hand.

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I clutch at my rapidly hammering chest. What the hell just happened? He has never been this close to me. But just now, he fucking sniffed me, on my neck!

I was rooted on my spot beside my locker as I watch his back while he walked away towards his loyal followers. I just stared unblinkingly at his back. The popular, gorgeous, and handsome captain of the football team, everyone's favorite poster boy. The guy I liked since middle school, the one I've been secretly crushing on... just told me I smelled nice.

I felt my entire body jolt as I went back to earth. Oh my god. Deep breaths, Beam.

Now, I can't fight the grin that's forcing its way on my face.

Well, I should thank my dearest aunt for her precious gift. Mondays aren't so bad after all.