Alex sat in his history class, staring at the whiteboard like it was written in some ancient, unreadable language. His notebook lay open, pen hovering, but nothing made it onto the page. It wasn't because he didn't understand the lesson—it was because his phone, hidden under the desk, kept buzzing softly.
Liam.
He already knew who it was. He already knew he should ignore it. But he couldn't.
Sliding the phone closer, Alex tilted it just enough so the glow didn't draw attention.
Liam: Miss me, pretty boy?
Alex bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to react. His ears were already heating. He typed quickly.
Alex: You saw me this morning.
Alex: Focus on class.
The reply came almost instantly.
Liam: Can't. You're in my head.
Liam: Actually… you're all over me. Bruises, scratches. You were wild last night.
