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ohlookiehereanotheruser · 4 months ago

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Masterlist of Denied Requests 2

Please take a crack at it everyone! Second Wave! More will be added later on!

Mogai

Coinings:

could I please suggest a barn cat pet regressor flag? coined by @/cheshiire-warper ✅

A gender term for being connected to Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls? And/or the other (main) characters if you want to?

Editblr

Blinkies/Pixels/Stamps/Widgets:

hiii can i request stamps or blinkies based off of hitchcock by yorushika?

could you do astro from dandy's world stamps ?

can you make a cure majesty(from hirogaru sky precure !) widget? for twitter btw?

Userboxes:

"this user is a slasher protag", maybe with cyan/yellow and red/silver variants?

can I have a userbox with the text saying “this user is every woman” with the small image box being the album cover of chaka khan’s chaka (1978) album, and the background being a color similar to chaka’s dress in the album cover?

Moodboard/Stimboards:

can i please request a stimboard based on the warden from superjail? purples, reds, and just generally silly things would be vv cool!!

can i request a macalo and ivan (ftrf) stimboard??

can you pretty please make a x men nightcrawler stim board???

Could you do a stimboard of Stinky Chuzzle from Chuzzle 2?

do you think you could make a Shawn from total drama stimboard with related stims? -

do you think you could make a cosmic browines, lunchables, and koolaid themed stim board, or just a stim board thats themed around popular kids food back in the 2000s?

can i req a centricide stimboard?

Satw Sweden with lots of blue and yellow and also a technological theme stimboard?

can you do a plural rui stimboard? With rings of various colors?

applejack x pinkie pie stimboard? -

Can I get a moodboard based on Junior Spaceclaw with some mood of bug hating and the alike?

May I please request a moodboard of Willy Wonka from Wonka (2023) with the colors sage green and fuchsia?

Special:

Could you do a moodboard for Logan Mitchell/Kendall Knight (Big Time Rush - specifically from the show) using pictures of them from the show (not real life) with themes of devotion and dependency and purple and blue colours?

Icon Requests:

can i req some icons of judgement boy from the gregory horror show??

could you do emily dickinson paci icons?? (from the show dickinson, not the real person)

can i request x (mega man) icons if possible?

Can I ask for rukia kuchiki pfps / graphics? (Bleach)

Could you do some icons of Claude von Riegan from Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Three Hopes?

may i request sigewinne icons, please? -

can u do yugoslavian or serbian flag inanimate insanity tea kettle icons?

can i req icons of simon henriksson from cry of fear?

may i req gumi icons ? (vocaloid) (2 people asked for this)

Can I request a k-angel reply cons with like a super pastel pink color?

Rentry Graphics:

would it be possible to request a yuji itadori graphic?

Could you do dc graphics if possible? with nightwing please?

Can you make a rentry graphics themed bsd lucy card (Masquerade)

hi can i request a teardrop from bfdi graphics?

can you please do a dave strider rentry graphic thingie? -

Can I request Sua from alnst graphics please?

Can I request Ivan alien stage graphics? (two people asked for this)

Could u please make matching mizuan graphics?

Could I get graphics of empires s1 count fwhip?

Bill Cipher goblincore graphics plleeaassee? -

Hihi! Can you make some graphics of tsugumi aoba??

may I please request a chifuyu matsuno and keisuke baji (tokyo revengers) rentry graphic ?

Can I get a cute graphic of Allan from Smiling Friends? :3 Non gif, please... :]?

Could I request some ennis del mar rentry graphics perchance? (Real Person warning!)

Can i request some shadow the hedgehog graphics? -

Can I get some po-uta (vocaloid) graphics?

Can i request some pink-colored rentry graphics of koishi komeiji from touhou project please?

CAN I REQUEST DIGITAL WITCH MAYURA RENTRY GRAPHICS?

Can I have Pump from Spooky month graphics with a kidcore halloween aesthetic?

can I pls request yosuke hanamura graphics (p4) please and thank you? -

May I pls request cutesy graphics of Patisserie Peach from Princess Peach: Showtime?

can i please have shinjiro aragaki rentry graphics?

Can I get some rentry graphics for Rayman/Fakeman from Captain Laserhawk: a Blood Dragon Remix?

can you please make butter roll rentry graphics? With a weirdcore theme if possible?

could you make hua cheng graphics? -

can i please get yosuke hanamura graphics in a orange and white theme? preferably one with text that says INTERESTS on it!

could u do pest from regretevator rentry graphics? mostly red colored?

may i request tetora nagumo from ensemble stars rentry graphics?

can i get paul from eddsworld graphics please ?

NPTs/SNPTs:

iso from valorant id pack?

May i request a religious ID pack?

Can I request a barrel jellyfish id pack?

kinich npts pleasee?

can i req 3rd life ren names + pronoun suggestions? (NPs only) -

Could i get name suggestions for an envy (Inside Out Movie)?

Can i request an id pack based off of 1x1x1x1 from roblox :3?

Could I request name suggestions for Black Hat from Villainous?

could i please get some npts related to cannibalism?

Dividers/Borders:

can you please make a lotus border with leaves?

may i request some red Moonlight Cookie Alluring Crescent Moon Costume dividers from CR:OB please?

Purple science-y dividers please?

Can I get some sylveon themed banner/dividers?

Custom NPTs/SNPTs

None Submitted

PNG/Render/Mask Requests:

hiii may I request kyouka izumi from bsd renders??

Maybe kirishima pfp mask? (MHA)

can you please make a BFDI themed pfp mask?

could you make a columbina mask?

Layout Requests:

can you do a dark blue moon-themed shin tsukimi yttd layout?

could i request a rentry layout themed after the youtuber yumi ? it's perfectly okay if not !!! id love it if it had the colors pink and blue :)

Could I request a blue webcore discord layout for Spat from hamtaro?

could i req a matching ushijima and oikawa tumblr layout??

Can I request a light pink/ girly akaza layout? (akaza is from demon slayer.)

may i request ichisaki tumblr layouts? -

Could you do a tumblr layout of Kiui Watase from YoruKura aka Jellyfish can't swim in the night?

Could you do mizi and sua (alien stage) layout?

maria marionette layout, maybe? (Nijisanji warning)

can you do leafy bfdi + kangel nso graphics?

may I please request an Aether layout with themes of glitching and the color blue? No kin/id/me tags if possible. -

Package Request:

Can I geta xilonen tumblr layout, please? and maybe some replycons /the three paimon stickers?

Can I get a sea fairy cookie (crk) banner, pfp, big dividers (top and bottom), little dividers (middle), a few replycons, those little banners, and whatever else you can?

Template Request

Could i request a mitsuri rentry template for a yumeship/fictional other list? ✅

can request a temp rentry of Colette from brawl stars?

could u do an ivantill rentry template?

This is the second list, at this point, people have submitted asks to us. Thank you for your cooperation with the enititative.

#coining #mogai coining #xeno coining #dividers #icons #replycons #editblr #rentry #rentry resources #rentry graphics #carrd resources #rentry stuff

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javierpenaismyhusband · 5 months ago

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Chapter Two: Trouble

Javier Pena x m!reader

Chapter summary: Caleb realizes that Javier is his new history teacher when he walks into the classroom. He tries to corner him, but Javier quickly shuts him down, telling him it's not the right place for this. Just as Caleb is about to respond, the bell rings. Throughout the day, Caleb struggles with the thought of being in the same space as the man who broke him. When the time comes for history class, Caleb can't face Javier and decides to skip the lesson entirely. This pattern continues for two weeks, as Caleb avoids his history class altogether.Finally, after a fight with a boy named Jack in the hallway, Javier takes Caleb to his office, The tension between them is thick as Caleb, frustrated and hurt, opens up to Javier, saying the things he's been holding in for so long.

Chapter warnings: not smut in this chapter, a lot of thinking, fights,and kida fluff not sure.

Note: This is a big chapter with a lot of things happening. I think it’s kind of boring, but it's important for story development, so please be patient. I’m not sure which warnings I should include, and in some parts, I might repeat myself, but please let me know if you like it and want me to continue. Feel free to share your thoughts or any suggestions for fixes or things you think I should add. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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The sharp buzz of my alarm shattered the silence at 7:00 AM, dragging me out of sleep. As I reached to silence it, a sharp pain shot through my hand, and my body ached—especially my ass. The memories of the previous night flooded back, sinking my mood instantly. I pushed myself out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. Standing at the sink, I brushed my teeth and took a piss, but I couldn’t avoid the mirror. There he was: an 18-year-old kid with bleached blonde hair, skinny as hell, tattoos scattered across his right arm and back. A kid who, apparently, some random guy had mistaken for a prostitute.

That night left me feeling disgusted. Javier Peña—his name burned in my mind. I thought I was flirting with an older, hot guy at the bar, but then he tried to pay me afterward. It wrecked me.

I sighed and stepped into the shower, the hot water doing little to wash away the bad taste the memory left. Once I was done, I made some black coffee and threw together a quick sandwich before grabbing my skateboard. My car sat in the driveway, but I never used it for school—the campus was only ten minutes away by board.

I got there early, as usual. Early enough to enjoy a cigarette in peace at my spot, where I had a perfect view of the history classroom window. I dropped my bag onto the grass, unwrapped the sandwich, and ate in silence. Once I finished, I took out a cigarette and lit it up. The smoke curled up into the morning air, and I watched two teachers I couldn’t stand walk into the building. After about ten minutes, students started trickling in.

I stood up, tossing the cigarette butt onto the ground, and decided to head to the cafeteria to grab a water bottle. By the time I got back to my spot, something caught my eye in the history classroom. No way. It couldn’t be.

But there he was. Javier Peña.

The same guy who had screwed me last night and tried to pay me for it... now standing behind the teacher’s desk.

My heart raced, a wave of anger and disbelief washing over me. I was ready to bolt. I could have run and avoided him altogether. But then it hit me—this was my chance. My chance to make him feel as low as he made me feel.

I smirked and climbed through the open window. Casually, I pulled out another cigarette and lit it, staring directly at him. His eyes locked onto mine, widening in shock.

“No... what are you doing here? Don’t tell me that…”

Javier stood there, staring at me like he'd just seen a ghost. The bravado he’d worn like armor was cracking now. His eyes darted around the room, almost like he was trying to figure a way out, but there was no escaping this.

“Tell me…” he started, his voice quieter now, the confidence wavering. “Tell me at least you’re 18.” His eyes searched mine desperately, like he needed me to confirm it, needed me to say something that could save him from this mess.

I held his gaze, not saying a word, letting the silence stretch between us, just long enough for him to squirm.

“I’m eighteen,” I finally said, cool and calm. “But that doesn’t change what you did.”

Javier let out a sharp breath, relief flickering in his eyes for a split second before he rubbed his face again. “This is not the place for this,” he muttered, shaking his head like he was trying to reason with himself more than with me. “Do you have any idea what this could do to me? This could ruin my career.”

I shrugged, leaning back against the wall, pretending to think about it. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you pulled out your wallet last night.”

His face twisted in frustration, and he took a step closer, lowering his voice even more. “You don’t get it. If anyone finds out about this—” He cut himself off, glancing toward the door, paranoia creeping into his voice. “It’s not just my job. It’s everything.”

I laughed softly, pushing away from the wall. “Everything? Seems to me you were pretty willing to risk it all for a quick lay last night. But now, suddenly, you're worried about consequences?”

Javier’s face flushed red with anger and maybe a bit of shame. “This was a mistake,” he muttered, his tone sharp. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Paid for it?” I interrupted, my voice dripping with mockery. “Yeah, you shouldn’t have.”

He stepped even closer, and this time his frustration was boiling over. “Listen, Caleb. This isn’t a game. You need to drop this. We both do. Walk away, and no one has to know.”

I could feel the anger rising in me again, my heart pounding in my chest. “Just walk away?” I repeated, stepping toward him, my voice louder now. “You think I’m just going to forget how you treated me? You think you can just brush this under the rug because you’re scared?”

Javier’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I’m not scared,” he snapped, but there was a tremor in his voice. “I’m trying to protect both of us. You don’t know how bad this could get.”

But I wasn’t listening anymore. The anger, the frustration—it all surged up at once, and before I could stop myself, I shoved him. Hard.

Javier stumbled backward, hitting the whiteboard with a loud thud, his eyes wide in shock. For a moment, he just stood there, staring at me, like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he barked, his voice hoarse with anger, but I could see the panic in his eyes. The power he’d held over me last night was gone, replaced with fear—fear of what I might do next, fear of what this might cost him.

“You deserve worse,” I shot back, my chest heaving with the adrenaline coursing through me. “You’re lucky that’s all I did.”

Javier straightened, brushing himself off, but his hands were shaking now, his cool demeanor completely shattered. He looked at me, his eyes dark with a mixture of anger and desperation. “You don’t know what you’re messing with, Caleb. You think you’re in control here, but you’re not. This will destroy you too.”

I shook my head, stepping toward him again, standing just inches away. “Maybe. But you know what? At least I’m not the one hiding.”

Javier flinched at that, his face pale, and for the first time, I saw something like defeat in his eyes.

This wasn’t over, and we both knew it. But for now, I had him on the ropes, and that was enough.

I could see it in his eyes—the fear, the confusion, the desperation to regain control. But he didn’t have it anymore. I did.

As the silence stretched between us, I walked toward him slowly, deliberate with each step. His back was already against the whiteboard, nowhere for him to go, and the panic in his eyes flickered again. He opened his mouth, probably to say something, to plead or threaten, but before he could get a word out, I pressed my hands against the wall on either side of him, pinning him in place.

Our faces were inches apart now, the air between us heavy and thick with everything unspoken. He looked at me, eyes wide, searching mine for something—maybe a way out, maybe a sign that I was bluffing. But I wasn’t.

I leaned in closer, so close I could feel his breath on my skin. For a second, neither of us moved, the tension between us electric, until I closed the distance and pressed my lips against his. The kiss wasn’t soft or gentle; it was charged with everything we’d been holding back—the anger, the desire, the frustration. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t resist. He kissed me back.

Then, just as quickly, his hands came up to my chest, and he pushed me away, but not forcefully—just enough to break the kiss. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he looked at me with a mixture of panic and longing.

“We can’t do this,” he breathed, his voice shaking, barely above a whisper. His hands were still on my chest, but they weren’t pushing me away anymore. “This… this is wrong.”

I smirked, stepping closer again, my body pressing against his, feeling the heat radiating off him. “Why not?” I asked, my voice low, teasing. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

Javier swallowed hard, his eyes flickering from my lips to my eyes, torn between what he knew was wrong and what he clearly wanted. “That was a mistake. You—” he stammered, but his words died in his throat as I leaned in again, brushing my lips against his neck this time, my hands trailing down his sides, slow, deliberate.

“You’re scared,” I murmured, my lips grazing his skin, feeling him shudder beneath my touch. “But I know you want this.”

Javier stood there, the weight of his words hanging in the air between us. His breath was ragged, chest rising and falling as he fought for control. I could see the conflict written all over his face—the panic, the desire, the guilt.

“I’m your teacher,” he finally said, his voice strained, like he was trying to hold onto whatever scrap of authority he thought he still had. “You need to understand that.”

I stepped closer, watching him try to brace himself, his body tensing as if he could somehow keep me at bay with those words. “Teacher,” I repeated, my tone laced with mockery. “Is that what you are now? You sure didn’t act like one last night.”

His jaw tightened, and he shook his head, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. “Last night was a mistake,” he said through gritted teeth. “I should’ve known better.” His hands were trembling, but he still pressed them against my chest, trying to create space between us. “This—this can’t happen. I can’t let this happen.”

I tilted my head, looking him dead in the eyes, my voice soft but cutting. “You can’t?” I whispered, moving just close enough that our lips were almost touching again. “Then why haven’t you stopped me?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, and I could see the way his pulse quickened, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed at him to get control. But he couldn’t. Not now. Not with me this close.

“Caleb…” His voice was barely audible now, pleading, as if saying my name would somehow anchor him. “This isn’t right. I’m supposed to be the one who—”

“Who what?” I interrupted, my lips brushing his ear as I spoke, feeling him shudder under the touch. “The one who teaches me? Guides me? Keeps me safe?” I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, which were dark with conflict. “Because you didn’t seem too concerned about that when you were undressing me with your eyes last night.”

His breath hitched, the tension snapping between us like a live wire. “That was different,” he muttered, but the conviction in his voice was gone. “You… you weren’t supposed to be there.”

I smiled darkly, my hand slipping down his side, feeling him tense beneath my fingers. “But I was there, Javier. And so were you. So don’t pretend you didn’t want it.”

Javier’s eyes flickered, the guilt warring with desire in them, and for a moment, I could see him teetering on the edge. He opened his mouth, probably to protest again, but nothing came out. His hands were still on my chest, but they weren’t pushing me away anymore.

“I’m your teacher,” he repeated weakly, but the words felt hollow now, like he was saying them more to himself than to me, desperately clinging to a role he had already lost.

I leaned in, my lips brushing his neck, and he inhaled sharply, his whole body shuddering under the touch. “You’re supposed to have control,” I whispered against his skin, the heat between us rising. “But look at you. You don’t. Not anymore.”

He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, but I could feel him slipping. His hands curled into my shirt, fingers tightening as if holding onto me would somehow keep him from falling over the edge. “This could ruin me,” he whispered, his voice cracking with desperation.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look him in the eyes again. “Maybe,” I said, my voice low, teasing. “But it didn’t stop you last night. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Javier’s face flushed with anger, and for a second, I thought he might snap, might actually push me away with some real force. But he didn’t. He just stood there, frozen, torn between what he knew was wrong and what he wanted.

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice hoarse, barely hanging onto control. “I have everything to lose. My job, my reputation—if anyone found out…” His voice trailed off, and he ran a shaky hand through his hair, clearly unraveling.

I moved closer again, pinning him against the wall, our bodies almost touching now, the tension thick in the air between us. “Then why are you still here?” I asked, my voice soft but dangerous. “Why haven’t you walked away?”

He looked at me, his eyes dark with something between fear and desire, his breathing ragged. “I’m supposed to protect you,” he said, but the conviction in his voice had all but disappeared.

I smirked, leaning in even closer until our lips were a breath apart. “Then do it,” I whispered, my voice a challenge. “Stop me.”

For a moment, we stood there in silence, his hands trembling on my chest, his eyes locked on mine. But he didn’t push me away. He couldn’t.

Javier’s face twisted in frustration, like he was trying to summon the will to do the right thing, but it was too late. He had already crossed the line, and we both knew it.

The silence stretched between us, heavy and electric. His chest was still rising and falling sharply, his hands shaking at his sides. I could feel the tension in the air, the way his eyes flickered between me and the door, like he was calculating how much time he had left before this whole thing spiraled out of control.

And then the bell rang.

The sudden sound snapped us both out of the moment. Javier’s head snapped toward the door, his expression shifting from frustration to panic.

“We’re out of time,” he said quickly, his voice low and urgent. His hands were shaking now, but he quickly straightened his shirt and motioned toward the window.

I didn’t say anything, just watched as he moved to the window, glancing back at me with that mixture of fear and something else I couldn’t quite read. The bell’s ringing was still echoing in my ears, but the gravity of the situation started sinking in.

“Go,” he said, his voice tight. “Out the window. Now.”

I stared at him for a moment, seeing the wild fear in his eyes, the way he was barely holding it together. This was it. He had stopped me. He had drawn the line. But even now, I could see how much he hated himself for it. He was trying to protect both of us—his career, his sanity.

I stepped closer, our eyes locking one last time, both of us breathing heavily, the heat still between us. The words I wanted to say hung in my throat—words that would push him, make him snap, but I knew it wouldn’t help. Not now.

I turned and climbed out of the window, the cool morning air hitting my face as I landed outside the classroom. I took one last look back, seeing Javier through the window, standing there with his back to me, his head bowed like he was still trying to process what had just happened.

The bell rang again, louder this time, as students began to pour into the building. I felt the weight of the moment settle on my shoulders, knowing that whatever had just happened between us was far from over.

But for now, I left.

The school day started in a blur, the kind of disorienting rush that felt more like a forced routine than anything else. First up was gymnastics. I never liked it, but I had to be there—probably the only class I could manage to make it through without feeling too much like an outsider. The gym was a typical mix of echoing voices, the sound of feet hitting mats, and the occasional whistle from Coach Mendez.

We spent the period working on basic stretches and balance exercises. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, and at least it didn’t require me to think too much. My muscles were sore from last night, but I kept moving, trying to ignore the dull throb in my body. I didn’t even bother looking around at the other students. I kept my focus on the task at hand.

After gym came math—my least favorite class. Numbers, formulas, and equations. The kind of stuff that made my head spin. Mrs. Jordan was droning on about algebraic expressions, but I wasn’t paying attention. I kept glancing around, hoping to avoid thinking about last night, but it was impossible.

“Caleb,” Mrs. Jordan’s voice snapped me back to attention. She was a tall, stern woman with glasses perched on the tip of her nose, her eyes sharp like a hawk. “Do you have something to add to the lesson?”

I swallowed, feeling the eyes of the class on me. “No, ma’am,” I mumbled, looking down at my notebook.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Then I suggest you pay attention, Mr. Ford,” she said, moving on to the next student.

I slouched in my seat, trying to focus, but my mind kept wandering back to Javier. The way his lips had brushed mine, the way he pushed me away afterward—everything from last night was still replaying in my head. I couldn’t get it out.

Finally, it was lunchtime. I made my way to the cafeteria, a dull sense of dread gnawing at my stomach. I didn’t feel like eating, but it was better than sitting through another class without some sort of distraction. I grabbed a tray and wandered through the line, not really paying attention to what I was picking out. A sandwich, a bottle of water, and some chips. The food didn’t matter.

As I was heading toward my usual spot, the far corner of the cafeteria where I could eat in peace, I saw him.

Javier.

And a woman.

My heart sank a little. They were standing near the salad bar, talking and laughing—laughing like everything was normal. He was wearing his usual dark jeans and a button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up just below his elbows, looking relaxed and… normal. The woman beside him was a teacher I hadn’t seen before. She was older than me, maybe in her mid-thirties, with dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail, wearing a flowy blouse. She was smiling, and Javier was smiling back at her.

It felt like something inside me snapped. Something I hadn’t even known was there broke.

I watched them for a moment longer, and that’s when he saw me.

Our eyes locked, and I could see the flicker of anxiety in his expression. His body tensed, his smile faltering, and I could tell that for a split second, he regretted even being in the same room as me. I could see the way he quickly glanced away from me, as if he was trying to pretend it didn’t happen. But it did. And I was standing there, feeling like an idiot. I wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or anger—probably both—but it stung all the same.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t do anything. I just… left.

I grabbed my tray and turned on my heel, heading toward the exit of the cafeteria. I didn’t want to see them together. I didn’t want to deal with the hurt that was starting to settle in my chest.

The rest of the day was a blur. Physics came next, but I couldn’t focus on anything Mr. Chang was saying. The laws of motion, force and acceleration, all of it felt like nonsense. My mind kept wandering back to Javier. What had he been talking about with that woman in the cafeteria? Did he look at her the same way he’d looked at me last night? Was I just a one-time mistake, something he could forget once the night was over?

I kept asking myself why I even cared.

Why the hell did it matter? He was nobody—just some guy I had a one-night stand with. It shouldn’t have meant anything to me. He shouldn’t have meant anything to me.

But still, there was this ache. This fucking gnawing feeling that I couldn’t shake.

Why did I care so much?

It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t like I knew him, really. I had barely spoken to him outside of last night. And yet, seeing him so relaxed with that woman—laughing, smiling, so fucking normal—had felt like someone had punched me in the gut.

I stared blankly at the notes in front of me, unable to concentrate. My mind wouldn’t stop. It kept coming back to him, like a constant loop I couldn’t get out of. Maybe I had let myself think there was something more between us. Maybe I was just hoping for something that never existed.

Sure! Let's dive deeper into Caleb’s thoughts as he processes the situation and his conflicting emotions about Javier. Here's the revised version:

I kept asking myself why I even cared.

Why the hell did it matter? He was nobody—just some guy I had a one-night stand with. It shouldn’t have meant anything to me. He shouldn’t have meant anything to me.

But still, there was this ache. This fucking gnawing feeling that I couldn’t shake.

Why did I care so much?

The last class was history. And, of course, it was with him. Javier.

I sat at the back of the room, my head down, trying to avoid his eyes. He was standing at the front, scribbling something on the board, but every now and then, I could feel his gaze flicker over to me. I didn’t look up, not even when I felt that familiar weight of his attention on me. But I knew he was watching—his posture stiff, his movements hesitant. He was nervous. Uncomfortable. He didn’t want to be here, not with me in the room.

What did he expect? That I’d just forget about everything that had happened?

I had to remind myself—he wasn’t anyone special. Just a guy who’d made a mistake. That’s all it was.

Still, every time I felt his eyes on me, I could see the guilt there. The same guilt I was trying to push down, but it wasn’t going anywhere. I could almost hear him thinking, What the hell are you doing here?

It was too much.

I couldn’t do this anymore. I slammed my notebook shut, making the sound echo around the classroom. Everyone’s heads turned toward me, but I didn’t care. I grabbed my bag, yanking it off the floor with more force than necessary. My pulse was racing. My skin felt like it was burning with frustration.

I wasn’t going to sit here and pretend like everything was fine.

“I’m not feeling well,” I muttered, not bothering to look up as I slung the strap over my shoulder. My voice was tight, clipped. No one questioned it—no one ever did when I said something like that.

I stormed out of the classroom, not sparing a second glance at Javier. He was still standing at the board, probably frozen in shock. But I didn’t care. I didn’t want to see him, not like this. Not after everything.

The hallway was empty and cold, the silence almost deafening. My thoughts were a mess. Part of me wanted to turn around, go back, confront him. Ask him why it was so easy for him to forget me, like I was nothing more than a quick fix. But another part of me—the smarter part—knew that nothing good would come from that.

So why did I care?

I shook my head as I walked faster down the corridor, feeling the anger bubbling up again. He was just a guy. A teacher. Someone I barely knew. But I’d let myself get caught up in whatever this was, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about him, wondering if I was just some random mistake for him. Was he just embarrassed about what happened last night? Was I that forgettable?

I pushed the thoughts away as I reached the door to the outside. I stepped into the cold air, feeling the sharp breeze hit my face, clearing my mind for a second. But even as I walked away from the school, the weight of the day hung heavy on my shoulders.

I grabbed my skateboard and headed home, the weight of the day dragging me down with every step. I barely remembered the ride back, just the sense of needing to be somewhere quiet, somewhere far from all the mess I had in my head.

I didn’t want to think about Javier. I didn’t want to think about how he looked at me in class, or how I’d felt when I saw him with that woman. But no matter how hard I tried to push it all aside, it kept creeping back in. The way his gaze flickered to me like he was hoping I’d disappear. The guilt. The regret. It was all there, hanging between us.

When I got home, I didn’t bother going inside. I went straight to the roof.

I liked it up there. The world seemed a little quieter from up here, the noise of the streets fading into the background. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the city, and I could feel the cool breeze against my skin. I took out a cigarette from the pack I had in my pocket, lit it, and took a slow drag, the smoke curling around me like a shield.

I let the silence wrap around me, my thoughts swirling in my head. I could still feel the frustration, the tight knot in my chest, and the overwhelming sense of betrayal. It wasn’t even about the sex anymore. It was about how everything had felt afterward. How he had acted.

I exhaled slowly, staring at the horizon.

I’ll never step foot in his class again.

The thought hit me like a punch to the gut, but it also brought a strange sense of relief. He had made it clear that last night was a mistake, that it was something he wanted to forget. So why should I go back and face him? What was the point? I didn’t owe him anything, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to put myself through that again.

I took another drag of my cigarette, staring out into the distance as the sky turned dark. For the first time in hours, I felt like I could finally breathe again. The anger still simmered under the surface, but at least for now, I didn’t have to deal with it.

No more Javier. No more history class. It was over.

Two weeks had passed since that day. Since I’d walked out of history class and told myself I’d never go back.

And I hadn’t.

I kept up with my other classes, studying hard enough to maintain decent grades. Gym, math, physics—it was all manageable, and I was doing well, even though the frustration of everything that happened with Javier still gnawed at me. The only class I was completely ignoring was history. I hadn’t even thought about opening the textbook. It didn’t matter how well I was doing in everything else—history was a big, fat zero.

Eventually, it caught up to me.

One day, during lunch, the principal called me into his office. I sat there, staring at the bland walls, feeling a knot in my stomach as he asked, "Why haven’t you been attending Mr. Peña’s class?"

I lied. Said I was having some personal issues, that I wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t question it too much, but I could tell he wasn’t buying my story. Still, he let me go with a warning, telling me I needed to sort it out, or it would start affecting my grades more seriously.

As I left the office, my head buzzing with irritation, I ran into him. Javier. Of course, just my luck.

He was walking down the hall, his eyes meeting mine the second I stepped out. For a moment, we just stared at each other—me, trying to figure out how the hell I still cared, and him, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

I didn’t give him the chance. I just brushed past him without saying a word, the weight of our unresolved tension pressing down on me harder than before.

I got to the hallway, still fuming, and that’s when it happened.

A kid—Jack, some obnoxious loudmouth from one of my classes—threw a ball right at my head. I felt it hit me square on the back, and I spun around, my fists already clenched. Jack was laughing, thinking he was hilarious. But I wasn’t in the mood.

Without thinking, I walked up to him and punched him in the nose.

He stumbled back, clutching his face, but then he punched me right back. That’s when the fight really started. Fists flying, kids gathering around, shouting, egging us on. I didn’t care. I didn’t think. All I could feel was the burning anger, the need to hit something, anything.

The teachers rushed in soon enough, pulling us apart before it could get worse. But the damage was done. My knuckles were bruised, my head was pounding, and I knew I was in for it.

One of the teachers grabbed my arm, leading me away from the crowd. And just when I thought the day couldn’t get any worse, I saw Javier walking toward me.

“Come with me,” he said, his voice low, calm. Too calm.

He took me by the arm and led me toward his office. My stomach dropped as we walked, the reality of what had just happened settling in.

This wasn’t going to end well. Not for me.

As soon as we stepped into Javier’s office, the tension between us was suffocating. He didn’t say much, just told me to “stay here and wait.” His voice was calm but clipped, like he was holding back. I didn’t argue. I just did what he said and watched as he left the room.

The second the door closed, I stood up. My eyes were stinging, and my knuckles were throbbing from the fight. At least I wasn’t the one with the broken nose—that thought gave me a small, bitter sense of satisfaction. But the adrenaline was wearing off, and I was starting to feel the pain, both in my hands and somewhere deeper inside me.

I glanced around his office. It wasn’t much—a few bookshelves, a desk with papers scattered all over, and a framed picture on the wall that I didn’t bother looking at too closely. It was like the rest of him—organized on the surface, but with a mess just underneath.

I leaned back against the wall, flexing my bruised fingers. The silence in the room felt heavy, like it was pressing in on me, and for a second, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My thoughts were a jumble of everything—Javier, the fight, the fact that I’d probably just made things a hundred times worse.

Before I could spiral too deep, the door opened, and Javier walked back in.

He was carrying an ice pack and some clean paper towels. No lecture, no anger—just quiet efficiency. He walked over to me, his expression unreadable, and handed me the ice pack.

“Sit down,” he said, his voice steady but soft, like he was trying not to make things worse.

I hesitated for a second but did what he said, sinking into the chair. He handed me the paper towels, and I could see the way his eyes flicked to my bruised knuckles. He was probably trying to figure out what to say next, but all I could think about was how surreal this moment felt—him, the guy who messed me up in ways I hadn’t even processed yet, taking care of me after a fight I didn’t even want to think about.

As I reached out to take the ice pack from him, Javier’s grip tightened just enough to stop me. I looked up at him, but he didn’t meet my eyes—his focus was on my hand, bruised and swollen from the fight. Without saying a word, he gently grabbed my wrist and placed the ice pack back against my knuckles, holding it there with a firm but careful grip.

He finally spoke, his voice low and calm. “I’ve noticed you haven’t been coming to my class.”

I clenched my jaw, trying to pull my hand back, but his hold didn’t let up. “Don’t act like you care,” I muttered, the bitterness in my voice sharper than I’d intended. The words tasted sour, and the frustration from the past two weeks bubbled to the surface.

His expression stayed neutral, but I could see a flicker of something in his eyes. Guilt? Regret? It didn’t matter.

“I do care,” he said softly. “You can’t keep skipping, Caleb. You’re only hurting yourself.”

I scoffed, finally managing to pull my hand away, even though the ice pack fell to the floor in the process. “Hurting myself? Like you give a damn. You didn’t care back then, why should you care now?”

He sat back in his chair, watching me with that same calm expression, though I could see the tension in his shoulders. “This isn’t about what happened that night. This is about your future. You need to finish school.”

“Finish school?” I repeated, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “What for? So I can sit in your class and pretend like nothing ever happened? I don’t need that.”

Javier’s jaw tightened, and he leaned forward slightly, his voice a little firmer now. “If you don’t come back, you’re going to fail this year. Again.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I didn’t let him see it. I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction. Instead, I just stared back at him, my anger simmering beneath the surface. “Maybe I don’t care,” I shot back, my voice quieter now, but still laced with defiance.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re throwing it all away, Caleb. Over something that doesn’t have to ruin everything.”

I wanted to argue, to throw something back at him, but the truth was, I didn’t know what to say. Part of me knew he was right—I couldn’t keep skipping class. I was on a path to fail, and for what? To avoid him?

But the other part of me, the one still hurt and angry, couldn’t let it go.

The tension in the room thickened as Javier’s words hung in the air. It felt like a suffocating weight pressing down on me, and before I could stop myself, I snapped.

“What do you want from me?” I shot up from the chair, the anger bubbling over, spilling out in every direction. My voice was louder than I’d intended, but I didn’t care. “You think I don’t know I’m screwing this up? You think I haven’t been trying to bury that night, to forget about it?”

Javier sat there, silent, his eyes on me, but I couldn’t stop now.

“Fuck!” I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the small space of his office. “I’ve been trying so hard, so hard to act like none of this matters, like you don’t matter. But every time I think I’ve got it under control, something happens. And then I see you with that woman, laughing like none of it even touched you, and it all just… falls apart.”

I stopped pacing, my breath ragged, my fists clenched at my sides. “I know we don’t have anything. I know it was just one night, and I don’t even know why I care so much. I shouldn’t! But for some reason, I can’t fucking let it go!”

I locked eyes with him, my chest heaving with the weight of everything I’d been holding back. The silence between us was deafening, and in that moment, I felt completely exposed, like I’d ripped open a part of myself I wasn’t ready to show.

Javier’s face was unreadable, his usual calm expression masking whatever storm might be brewing beneath the surface. He didn’t say anything for a long time, just watched me as if trying to piece together the right words.

But the damage was done. I’d said too much, let too much slip. Now, I could only wait for whatever came next.

Javier stood up, his eyes searching mine, as if he was trying to find the right words—maybe even the right way to respond. But before he could say anything, he just stepped toward me. And without a single word, he pulled me into a hug.

At first, I froze. I didn’t expect this. His arms wrapped around me, his grip tight, as if he was trying to take all the anger and the weight of the night away from me. I could feel the warmth of his body, the familiar scent of his cologne—everything about him was just… there. For a moment, I felt something inside me soften.

But I couldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not with everything I was feeling.

I pushed him away, hard. The force of it was enough that he stumbled back a step, his expression flickering with something I couldn’t quite read—surprise, maybe, or disappointment. But I didn’t give him the chance to say anything. I turned, storming out of his office, feeling a mix of rage and confusion.

I wasn’t going to let him hold me like that. I couldn’t let myself fall for whatever the hell he was trying to do.

I walked down the hallway, my anger still bubbling, and headed straight to the principal’s office. When I pushed open the door, she looked up from her paperwork, her expression calm but unreadable.

"Caleb," she greeted me, as if she wasn't expecting to see me. "I wanted to talk to you about the fight."

I didn't beat around the bush. "How many days of detention do I have?"

She glanced at her calendar and raised an eyebrow. "You don't have detention, Caleb. But I'll have you apologize to Jack."

Before I could say anything else, Javier appeared in the doorway, his eyes catching mine briefly. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he stayed silent, watching from a distance as I stood there.

I ignored him and turned my attention back to the principal. "Just give me detention," I said, my voice blunt. "I'm not saying sorry to that asshole."

She stared at me for a long moment before nodding, as if she had already expected this response. "Three days, then," she said, scribbling something in her book. "I expect you to return on Monday."

I didn’t say anything. I just turned on my heel and walked out of the office, my mind still a whirlwind of anger and confusion.

As I passed Javier, he said nothing. But I could feel his eyes on me—like he was waiting for me to turn around, to give him one last glance, or even a word.

But I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Instead, I just walked out of the school, feeling the weight of everything—my fight, the hug, and the mess I’d gotten myself into.

I was taking three days off. Three days to figure out what the hell I was doing, and what the hell he was to me.

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