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‘You idiot!’ Screamed Ciel from the second floor classroom window. Grabbing part of his lunch he threw the apple at the grinning imbecile, bent on one knee below the window. The tall rebel caught the apple with a cheeky grin.
‘Thanks!’ He called up to the fuming bookworm, before getting up and sauntering away. Ciel flopped into his seat next to the window, and buried his head in his arms with an unhappy moan. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. “This” being Sebastian Michaelis, the bad boy, rebellious school idol. Recently the idiot had got it into his head that he wanted Ciel to be his boyfriend. Ciel snorted derisively. Sebastian was well known for his womanizing ways, but he still had a huge fan base.
Ciel’s brooding was interrupted by a rustling by the door of the empty classroom. Lifting his head casually he caught the flickering of shadows outside the door. He groaned internally, his head meeting the desk with a thunk.
He really didn’t need this.
His own fan base.
Ciel couldn’t see why they kept following him around. He had absolutely no interest in dating girls, in fact he wouldn’t have even known about them if it had not been for his childhood friend Elizabeth. In fact he wasn’t even interested in other boys. He was pretty sure that made him asexual. But that still didn’t help him with the problem of Sebastian.
Ciel had ignored him completely right at the beginning. Everything time Sebastian had asked him to be his boyfriend Ciel had flatly rejected him. After a few days, Ciel began to find notes and letters in his locker and books. After the fifth note, Ciel stopped looking at them and tossed them into the bin. Then the notes had started to turn up attached to things that he needed at that moment, which freaked him out to no end. It wasn’t like he could accuse Sebastian of stalking him, since the notes were unsigned, but who else would be asking to be his boyfriend? Now Sebastian had taken to prepositioning him in public places, where Ciel couldn’t just ignore him. If this was some sort of twisted revenge designed to drive him insane for something that he couldn’t remember, it was working.
With a resigned sigh Ciel stood, slinging his school satchel over one shoulder. As he walked over to the door he heard footsteps running away. As usual there was no one in the corridor.