(Unsure)

one

      Though it was merely the first day of grade nine, Bruce was completely miserable at how terrible the  start was. The showers were being replaced so Bruce spent all day covered in sweat from his first class of co-ed gym. Then came geography, then art, then law and so on. It was excruciatingly boring for the free spirited boy and extremely lonely too. Bruce just moved as far East as you could get in Lancaster. All of his previous friends lived in the West side of Lancaster so they went to Lancaster High but now living so far East, he was forced to Eastside High with a new start.

   He lived solely with his mom, for his father had died three years ago in a fire. Bruce took dinner up to his unpacked room and began to cry. He discarded his plate and cried himself to sleep.

   The next morning Bruce woke up on time, ate his breakfast silently and walked to school. Because most people of Eastside High went to the same middle school, they chose Bruce last in dodgeball, not finding him worth any interest or want. In geography, they started learning about the Seven Wonders of the World, but Bruce merely zoned out and just wanted to get through the day.

    At lunch, he sat on a bird poop covered picnic bench, away from all the chaos. As he bit into his plain ham sandwich, a boy joined him, sitting directly across from him at the once empty table. He had dark brown hair swooped over his left eye,  his haircut close to identical to Bruce's, but messier, and though Bruce wouldn't admit it out loud, better looking. The only eye he could see was a mesmerizing dark silver hue with hints of blue and green. He wore a plain black shirt and jeans that were slightly on the tighter side. The boy didn’t have a lunch nor was being rude, he just silently sat there politely staring at Bruce.

     Not knowing what else to do, Bruce moved to get up but was stopped by the brunet.

   “Where are you going?” he asked with a calm and delicate voice. So gentle and transfixing, Bruce found himself want the brunet to speak some more.

Assuming that he was stared at for his unattractiveness, Bruce wondered at the brunet’s sudden interest.

   “The name’s Sammie” said, the boy,” I just moved here from Pacoima” he continued.

He leaned over the table, locking eyes with Bruce. He moved closer until there was maybe half a foot of space between them. Sammie’s hand reached over the table toward Bruce’s face and he held the steady gaze. Bruce tried to break the boy’s emotional hold on him but his eyes refused to look away. It was as if he were tied up and nailed in place by the other boy’s stare. Sammie gently moved Bruce’s hair out of the way to get a better look of him. Bruce made no move to stop him. He was enthralled by Sammie’s hypnotizing movements.

 Bruce could feel blood rush to his cheeks as they reddened. His attempts of controlling his blush failed as Sammie moved an inch closer, a dangerously sexy look in his eye. Bruce could feel Sammie’s hot breath on his face. Bruce couldn't pull away from Sammie’s stare; a half second stretched into a million years, or so it seemed.

  Without breaking eye contact, Sammie slowly backed away into his seat. Bruce had never felt this way about a boy before. He was oddly nervous.

’It's because he's someone new right?’ Yeah that must be it’  he convinced himself as he tried to calm his emotions. He finally broke Sammie’s stare and started to put his lunch away to distract himself.

  Sammie whipped his head to the side, moving his hair out of his face revealing his once hidden left eye. It was icy blue with accents of yellow. Having never seen someone with different colored eyes, Bruce stared mesmerized. Sammie took this chance to reach for the half eaten sandwich and take a bite. Too dumbfounded to stop him, Bruce merely stared at Sammie as he chewed his food before swallowing. Sammie held it out for Bruce to eat who was too stunned to react. After a second or so, Bruce took a bite and the two continued to eat the sandwich in an intense silence until it was gone.

  “So...?” Sammie asked, breaking what Bruce felt was a never ending tension between the two. Bruce gave a confused look. Catching onto Bruce’s confusion, Sammie continued, “What's your name? And why are you all alone?” Genuine confusion and curiosity was laced on Sammie’s voice and words, leaving Bruce a stuttering mess upon hearing the smooth voice directed at him.

   “I’m Bruce” he stammered, voice cracking half way through. Too shy and quite ashamed to answer the second question, Bruce merely left it at that. Catching onto his shame and shyness, Sammie seemed to understand and leaned over the table once again. This time, he climbed right over the table in front of Bruce, legs draped on either side of him and with his hand, he turned Bruce’s face to his and the two were close enough kiss. Bruce could feel his lips part briefly , waiting to meet the other boy’s mouth but soon started biting his lower lip once he caught his body's reaction to the closeness. As soon as he heard the bell ring, Bruce quickly tried to escape Sammie's grasp but only succeeded in banging his knee against the table and dragging Sammie down on top of him.