👉👌Luke's POV👌👈

I walk into my third class with a lot on my mind.

And what would be on my mind?

Just the fact that I have to figure out a way to stop a prophecy that has been happening for thousands of years.

Though I am considered smart since my average is a 95 I still find it annoying to have to think about something important for a long time and let's just say that this,

Is important!

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I walk into my house feeling a bunch of different emotions swirling in my head

"MOM! DAD! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!!" I shouted hoping that they were home.

My dad walked into the entranceway looking a little annoyed.

"Why are you yelling for us?" He sighed.

"I need to talk to you about being a Dicamotus."

He visibly tensed once I said the word Dicamotus because even though I didn't tell him about how I didn't want to be a Dicamotus, I never told him that I was ecstatic so he has his reasons to be worried.

"Go into the living room, I'll get your mother." He told me.

"Ok." I said quietly walking towards the living room while my father went upstairs probably to my mom's private room.

I sat down on the coveted one person chair as I waited for my parents to join me.

If I want to break the prophecy,

Then this was exactly the way to do it.

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🔥Sex God's POV🔥

(THAT SAME MORNING)

I wake up with a sigh as I look around the room.

It's morning.

Yay!

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I walk down the halls of the school bored out of my mind by the students walking down the halls.

Whether they were looking through their lockers, speeding down the halls, blocking the hallways as they talked to their friends, or were just standing around googling at me they were all just.....

Boring.

Nothing different, just boring.

And I hated that.

Like I said before people were and are staring at me.

For some reason, everyone thinks I am "Insanely gorgeous and SUPER hot" so I attracted attention.

Seriously people were staring at me as if I was a Greek God.

I would have loved the attention too if they weren't so boring to me.

My family hasn't even been here for two weeks and I was already "the talk of the town".

Though I guess that was kind of the reason.

I was "the hot new guy" that everyone wanted to know, wanted to date.

Cause everyone wants something new.

Something different.

And that was exactly the reason I was not going to date any single one of them.

'Cause none of them are.

While walking down the halls I see a girl with brown to blond hombre hair wearing a thin gray mid-calf length dress.

Not thin as in see through but thin as in it clings to her as if it's scared and a scoop neckline that scoops so low it looks like it's trying to get ice cream out of her cleavage.

Which was clearly seen.

She walked up to me trying to get me to stop walking as she twirled her hair.

I would have kept going if I didn't think it was rude.

And the fact that she would've probably made a big scene screaming and yelling about me being a douchebag and an asshole making me late for class since it would take twenty minutes to calm her down.

Trust me,

It has happened before.

"Hey," she said/whispered.

"What's your name?" She continued biting her bottom lip.

"Kian." I smirked turning on my "please her a bit so she can leave me alone" mode. "And yours?"

"Olivia." She answered as she started to get in my personal space.

She got on her tippy toes probably about to whisper in my ear but I was too tall so she just got her face closer to mine instead.

"But my friends call me Livi." She winked trying to be seductive.

I smirked again.

"I have to get to class but," I paused to add to the effect. "I'll see you later."

I moved around her and started walking, keeping my smirk on for real this time since I noticed her blush even though she was trying to look in control of how that conversation was going.

After a few steps, I turned around still walking slowly.

"Oh, Livi."

She turned to look at me, her face questioning but still keeping it's seductive look. "Yeah?."

"Nice dress." I winked and she blushed madly.

I turned around and started walking, ending the conversation again.

The "please her a bit so she can leave me alone" mode completely fell off my face and was replaced by the look that took over my face every other second of the day.

My bored look.

I continued to walk towards my first class passing by a big floor to ceiling window that I never paid much attention to when I see something making me stop dead in my tracks.

That damned Dicamotus I think as I look at him hanging out with his friends.

My heart starts pumping faster as I stare at him taking in his features.

He is 5 '7 with boyish features, his skin slightly tanned and smooth making me want to reach out and feel how soft his Asian skin actually is.

He is pretty lean with a faint six pack (I'm guessing) big calves and big arms. My arms twitched slightly at the thought of running my hands all over his body as I kissed down his neck.

His lips are full, slightly pink and delicious looking. I clench my hands to stop them from moving with the thought of grabbing him and crashing my lips on his moving them with his, tasting him as I wrap my arms around him so he won't pull away.

His eyes are light brown like his hair and look as though they're glowing, drawing your attention to them, pulling you in so you can never let go. My breath slowed as I thought of staring into those eyes forever. Staring into them as they smiled at me, told me they loved me, looked straight at me as the mouth that belonged to them slowly lowered onto my-

STOP!

WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?!

By now my whole body was shaking. My arms and legs twitched wanting to fulfill the rest of my body's wish to run up to him and touch him, ravish him, and take him as mine.

But he wasn't.

I -by some heavenly miracle- looked away from him and when my gaze lowered to my pants I saw one of my largest assets was CLEARLY visible.

I was attracted to him.

As much as I wanted to blame it on the fact that I knew he was a Dicamotus, I also knew that he was running through my mind ever since I first saw him walking through the halls from the office on my first day of school.

And bumping into him only made it worse.

Being able to feel him even if it was only for a moment just made the thoughts of who he was and what he was like turn into full-on wet dreams where we would be confessing our love through sex that would happen many many times.

It sounded stupid but that was what I was and still, am thinking of when I think of him and for some reason,

I can't stop it.

I quickly sped to the nearest washroom to deal with my "little problem" even though it was anything but little.

This was going to be just great!