WARNING: Homophobic slurs, self-harm, and eating disorders. If you are sensitive to any of that please do not read.
There he was. Sitting in his chair, his sandy hair fell perfectly down to his shoulders, his ocean blue eyes gazed up at the board. His sweet gentle voice when talked. I stared dreamily at him.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see my friend, Mary "Staring again are we?", she whispered. I flipped her off and turned around. I laughed and looked back down at my notes.
"Is there something funny Mr. Deacon?", the teacher said, folding his arms. The whole class turned around and looked at me. "No sir.", I replied, "I surely should hope not, pay attention please, so as I was saying...". He continued the class, I couldn't be bothered to listen. I looked at Roger, who had his back to me. He sat one row up from beside me, so it was easy for me to see the side of his face sometimes.
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"Why don't you ask him out?", Mary said, quite loudly. "Keep it down!" I hissed at her. "Oh, sorry", she laughed quietly "forgot you were still in the closet!", she whispered. I smiled slightly. "There's no way he's gay anyways, he's the straightest bloody thing in the class". "Ah ya never know. Anyway I need to go home I'll see ya soon!".
"Bye Mary",
"Buh-Bye!", she said, flamboyantly walking out of the school door. I needed to go too, but I didn't want to make things awkward by just walking next to her after I just said goodbye, so I just decided to go the back way.
I heard footsteps behind me, but I didn't think much of it, there were loads of teachers around anyway. I let my hand brush against the lockers in the hall, there's Rogers. I sighed dreamily thinking about him.
