He leans down again, kissing my neck this time.I giggle, pushing his face away gently.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah?”
“How long have you known Blaze?”
Fox smirks, his hands sliding to rest on my waist as I straddle him.“Since I was fifteen.He’s like my best friend.”
“Where’d you two meet?”
“Boarding school,” he answers simply.
I blink in surprise.“You went to boarding school?”
“Yeah.It was a school for delinquents in New York.That’s where I met Blaze.And Landon.”
“Landon?”
“Yup.”
“Is that where you started hating him?”
Fox shakes his head.“I don’t hate Landon.I was just… a little homophobic back then.”He sighs.“And I’m sorry for all the shit I said to you before.I was an idiot.”
I nod slowly, smiling faintly.“Landon’s great, you know.He’s been a good friend to me.”
“I noticed,” Fox says with a quiet laugh.“I was jealous, you know.Of how much attention you gave him.”
I shake my head, chuckling.“You’re ridiculous.”
“Can I kiss you now?”Fox whispers, his lips brushing mine.
I smirk.“Not yet.”
He groans, resting his head against the couch.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” he accuses.
“I’m not,” I chuckle, watching him.I let the laughter die down before adding, “Seriously, though, I just want to know.You’re this perfect guy, from a seemingly perfect home.Maybe your family isn’t actually perfect, but I least expected your parents to send you to boarding school.”
Fox leans back against the couch, running a hand through his hair.“For starters, there’s nothing wrong with boarding school.But if we’re being honest… I wasn’t exactly an angel in middle school.”
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued.
“I got into a lot of fights,” he continues, his voice casual, like he’s talking about something far less serious.“Got kicked out of seven different private schools.It wasn’t great, especially for my dad, who couldn’t handle the embarrassment.He’s filthy rich and cares way too much about appearances, so when I got expelled from my last school, he decided I was a ‘disgrace.’”
My eyebrows shoot up.“He called you that?”
Fox nods, his lips curling into a bitter smile.“Yup.And since he couldn’t stand me, he shipped me off to New York and locked me in a boarding school.I wasn’t even allowed to visit home on weekends like the other kids.That was his way of getting rid of me.”
“Wow,” I whisper, the weight of his words settling in.“That’s… horrible.”
Fox shrugs, though his expression tightens.“It was what it was.”
“Guess that explains why you two are always fighting when he visits the apartment,” I say gently.
“That’s part of it,” Fox admits, his tone darker now.Then he glances at me, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.“And, well… I may or may not have set his car on fire when I was younger.Just to piss him off.”
