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It was early morning, and the sun was just beginning to rise over the city skyline. Charles and Lando sat in the back seat of Lewis' sleek black car, their school bags resting between them.
Lewis glanced at them through the rearview mirror, smirking. “You two ready for your first day?”
Lando, ever the ball of excitement, grinned. “Obviously! New school, new people—it’s gonna be fun.”
Charles, on the other hand, wasn’t as enthusiastic. He adjusted his coat, looking out the window. “I guess,” he mumbled.
Lewis chuckled. “That’s the spirit.” He turned his attention back to the road. “Try not to get into any trouble. Especially you, Charles.”
Charles frowned. “Why me?”
“Because you look like someone who’d get caught up in something ridiculous.”
Lando snickered. “He’s not wrong.”
Charles sighed dramatically, resting his head against the window. “You two are the worst.”
They pulled up in front of the school gates, and Lewis parked the car. The place was already buzzing with students, some arriving on motorbikes, others chatting in groups. The energy was lively, yet slightly intimidating.
“Alright, off you go,” Lewis said, unlocking the doors.
Lando hopped out first, slinging his bag over his shoulder and rushing in to the school. Charles followed, fixing his uniform. Before he could turn away, Lewis called out to him.
“Charles.”
He looked back. “Yeah?”
Lewis hesitated for a second, then reached out and ruffled Charles’ hair. “Don’t overthink everything. Just... enjoy yourself.”
Charles softened a little at the gesture. “I’ll try.”
“Remember,” Lewis began, his tone firm. “Don’t get involved with the wrong crowd. This place is full of spoiled brats and troublemakers. Just focus on your studies.”
Charles nodded, his eyes scanning the students streaming into the building.
“And especially,” Lewis continued, his gaze hardening as a group of boys on motorbikes pulled up, “stay away from kids like them.” Lewis points towards them. And Charles looks over to where he was pointing at.
The roar of engines died down, and the riders dismounted. But Charles attention was mainly on a certain boy with an deep navy blue helmet, sleek and polished, with a matte finish that absorbed the light just enough to give it a mysterious edge. He watched as he removed his helmet. That's when he see those piercing blue eyes. That reminded him of the oceans.
The boy carried himself with an effortless kind of confidence, the type that made people step aside without him having to say a word. His uniform was slightly undone—tie loosened, blazer hanging carelessly over his shoulder, as if rules didn’t quite apply to him. His blonde hair was a mess, still tousled from the helmet he had just pulled off, and his striking blue eyes held a sharpness that made it impossible to look away.
There was something untamed about him, something reckless and free, like he belonged more on the open road than in the walls of a school. He wasn’t just trouble—he was the kind of trouble that came with a warning label.
His then looks over the blonde other two friends.
One was like an ball of sunshine with his wide charming smile. It wasn’t just his bright smile or the way he greeted everyone like they were old friends—it was a feeling, an undeniable energy that made everything seem a little bit lighter.
While the other was laid-back, effortless confidence about him. His posture was relaxed, as if he were always at ease, but there was an underlying intensity in his eyes—like he was constant sizing up everything and everyone around him.
The blonde boys eyes flicked over to where Lewis and Charles stood, noticing Lewis pointing directly at him. His grin twisted into a smirk as he strolled over, with his friends follow behind him.
“Oh, look,” the blonde drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Parental supervision on the first day? Cute. Oh i am max by the way. And may I have your name pretty boy?” Max asked looking at Charles with a confident smirk.
Charles blinked in surprise, his face flushing a deep shade of red as he looked at Max. He hadn’t expected such a direct, almost playful comment on his first day of school. Nervously, he mumbled, “C-Charles.” His fingers fidgeted with the strap of his backpack, his cheeks burning as he tried to keep his composure.
Lewis narrowed his eyes, stepping in front of Charles protectively. “Maybe if more kids had supervision, we wouldn’t have delinquents like you roaming around.”
Max’s smirk didn’t waver. “Aw, you think I’m a delinquent? That’s flattering.” He glanced at Charles, who was awkwardly avoiding his gaze. “i guess the pretty boy is your son”
Charles blushed, ducking his head.
“That’s none of your business,” Lewis snapped.
Max rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, Dad.” He then directed his attention to Charles. “Good luck surviving him, pretty boy.”
Lewis’s jaw clenched. “If you have nothing better to do than harass students, maybe you should go inside and pretend to care about your education.”
Max’s smirk grew wider as he took a deliberate step closer, eyes locked with Lewis’s. “And maybe you should worry about your own kid before you come at me.”
“Max,” the dark brown hair boy murmured, a warning in his tone, but Max ignored him.
Lewis leaned in, his voice low and cold. “Kids like you are all talk and no substance.”
Max’s eyes darkened, but his grin didn’t falter. “And adults like you should learn to mind their own business.”
Before Lewis could respond, the other boy gently tugged Max’s arm. “C’mon, man. Not worth it.”
Max huffed, turning away with a dismissive wave. “See you around, pretty boy. Try not to let Daddy here cramp your style.”
With that, Max and his friends strolled into the school, laughter echoing behind them.
Charles, still blushing, finally looked up at Lewis. “He seems… interesting.”
Lewis huffed. “He’s trouble. Stay away from him.”
Charles nodded hesitantly but couldn’t help the small, curious glance he threw over his shoulder at Max’s retreating figure.
Their first encounter might have been chaotic, but Charles had a feeling it was only the beginning of something.