My (not so) bully

•|Chapter 11|•

I wake up to the sound of my alarm and almost slam my hand on it to turn it off. The first thing coming to my mind? Noah. Of course. I get up from bed and luckily my mom isn't home because she had to go to work early. That's a good thing, it wasn't like I wanted to talk to someone anyway. Though, now I'm so fucking hungry I could eat a person. So since for probably the first and last time in this school year I'm not late I have the time to gather my thoughts and think about how to talk about what Ivan said to Noah. I can't believe I'm literally projecting a conversation. I look on the kithen counter and see a few donuts in a plastic bag. It was probably my mom who left them for me, my dad would never. So I eat them quickly before dressing and going out to go to school. Now that I think about it Noah better have brought the exercises we made yesterday. I don't really want the teacher to get mad at us only the third day of school. This time when I arrive to school I see Noah talking to his friends, that quickly see me and make him notice. He turns and once he sees me he says something to his friends and walks over to me with a big smile. "Good morning my lovely and cute prince~" I can't help but smile despite the worry inside my chest. It seems like I can't get my mind off that dream. God, fuck my mind. Why is it so shitty? "Leo?" I shake my head slightly. "Oh, sorry... But what's with that nickname? Kinda makes me want to throw up." A childish and sad pout appears on his face, making me smile again. "Oh c'mon, I was joking." His pout doesn't fade and instead widens. "No you weren't!" I sigh. Am I talking to a 19 years old dumbass or a 5 years old child? Now that i think about it the only difference is the age. "I was. Now stop making a fuss about it. If you do we might cuddle later." That was the first thing that came to my mind and I just know I'm gonna regret it. This time his pout fades completely and instead he grins, suddenly hugging me tightly and almost lifting me off the ground. "Yess! You better keep your word." I manage to speak but my face is nuzzled in his neck. "Agh-! Yeah yeah, now let go!" He finally releases me and sets me on the ground again. This man really has to control his strength. Oh... I almost forgot. Now I have to talk to him about- The bell rings. Is this some sort of sign to not tell me? What bullshit. My mind is probably unconciously trying to make me think I shouldn't talk to him about it, isn't it? "Let's go. We'll be late." I nod and follow him in our class. In the meanwhile I look around and notice Ivan isn't there. Is he sick? Or... Wait, don't tell me Noah got mad and beat him up. Nah, he wouldn't. I really can't unerstand this man. He's always so sweet with me but he's actually a menace. Well, guess I'm either lucky or my dream and Ivan are right. We seat to our seats and the teacher starts her lesson. I'll have to wait until break time to ask him or when we go to his place. But I'm really happy that he listens to me and pays attention to the lesson. But... He also looks like he's lost in thoughts sometimes. Just like now. So this time I nudge him and whisper as the teacher still talks about some english shit I already know about. "Hey." He turns but doesn't make it too obvious. "Thinking about something? I saw you smiling, too." This time he smirks and leans down a bit. "You really wanna know?" Just what is this man thinking about during class...? "Yeah, tell me." I know we should both pay attention otherwise the teacher could get mad if she sees us, but now I'm curious. He leans down a bit more and whispers right in my ear. "Some... "inappropriate" things about someone who could possibly be you." Why did I even bother asking him? I blush a little and nudge him again but harder. "Pay some attention to class, you ignorant pervert." He laughs but manages to stay quiet and we both turn back to the teacher. I might sound annoyed when he acts like that, but maybe that's what I like about him. Finally, the last bell rings. I wanted to wait until we were to his place to tell him. If things got really bad at least he would have to wait until tomorrow to tell everyone. We pack our things and get out of school, already heading towards his place. "Are you hungry?" He asks, but I shake my head. I ate more than usual during break. "Not really." He smirkes. "Then food can wait. I wanna cuddle first." Ah... Right. Why out of all things I chose to cuddle? "Fine..."