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^ THIS GIF MADE ME LAUGH BC ROGER LOOKED LIKE HE WAS ABOUT TO KILL SOMEONE ^
[Brian's POV]
It's been 2 weeks.
Our seats changed in every class, and guess who I'm sitting by in almost every class?
Roger.
I think all the teachers want me to die because I blush too much around that boy. When he smiles, I blush. When he just looks at me and I look back, I blush.
I think Freddie's right. I think I do like him.
But how? I'm very sure that I'm not bisexual. I've never been interested in boys. But now I guess that's a lie ever since Roger strolled in our class.
❝hey Brian...❞ Roger whispered. I averted my head over at the blonde, lifting a brow, ❝yeah?❞
❝can you look over my essay?❞ He questioned. I bobbed my head and grabbed his paper.
As I checked it over, I noticed that he doesn't have a great essay structure. Everything was all over the place. One sentence he'll talk about going to the doctors, then later he'll start talking about how many people get hurt in hockey.
❝so, Roger, you need to make sure one sentence is connected with the last sentence or will be connected with the next sentence.❞ I explained. ❝...that made no sense.❞ He chuckled. ❝ok look-,❞ I pointed, ❝here you talk about protection for football, then the next sentence you talk about broken bones in basketball.❞
❝ok...? But-,❞ Roger sighed, ❝what- like, how do you do this? Like structure it?❞ I took a glance at his paper, then at his desk.
I didn't want to make eye contact, yet.
❝you have to-, you-,❞ I rubbed my temple, ❝like, everything has to go together like- oh! Ok, look at your thesis.❞
❝yeah I see but like, how is that supposed to help?❞ Roger propped elbows on the desk and put his chin in his palms. ❝it's supposed to help you organise- this.❞ I motioned to his paragraphs. He slowly got frustrated, ❝but how? This makes no fucking sense!❞
A few students turned around, hearing Roger openly curse in class.
I quickly hid my face behind my hands as I slowly felt eyes darting in my soul.
A finger poked my forearm. I slowly glanced over at Roger, who was frowning at me. ❝I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- embarrass you. Sometimes I just get mad and- y'know, forget I'm in school.❞ He apologised, fiddling with his thumbs.
❝i-it's fine.❞ I showed a small smile, ❝actually I just overreacted.❞ He looked up at me with his bright azure eyes and gave a charming smile.
