pretty boy

chapter 1 ;

Chris's eyes were glued to the window of his mom's car.
He watched as they passed buildings, whirring by in colorful blobs, and he sighed.
"We're here," His mom said. Chris groaned.
"What's the matter?" She smiled sympathetically.
"Nothing. Just tired." He replied as they approached the large white building - which would be his school building for the rest of the year.
The car stopped, and he felt his stomach lurch.
"Have fun sweetie!" His mom beamed at him. He left the car without a word.
*
Chris entered the massive school building, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater anxiously.
He checked his schedule. His first class was all the way up on the third floor - world history. With Mrs. Truslu.
He made his way up the stairs and to the classroom, where he was welcomed inside by a very vibrant looking lady.
"Hello! You must be the new student. Come on in." She beamed, giving him a gentle shove. Chris hated her already.
"You can sit over there." She said, pointing to a seat near the back of the class. He sat right behind a boy with dark brown hair and fair skin. The boy turned around to face him.
They made eye contact - the boys eyes were green, he noticed - and Chris felt his face heat up a bit.
They were pretty eyes. And the boy had a pretty face.
You aren't gay, Christopher He thought to himself.
"Hi!" The boy finally said. "I'm Simon, what's your name?"
"Chris." He responded bluntly.
"That's a nice name! What school are you coming from?" Simon asked. Chris groaned. Annoying.
"Why do you care?" He mumbled.
"Oh, I was just wondering." Simon gave an awkward smile.
"Well, don't wonder next time. I don't fucking know."
"Geez, ok." Simon turned back around. Chris felt a wave of hot guilt come over him, but he shook it off.
Suddenly, the door busted open. Four disheveled looking kids stood at the doorway, panting.
"Lulu, Val, Bunny, and Rai! You're late again?!" Mrs. Truslu shouted.
The one with the long blonde hair spoke first. "Sorry, we lost track of time-" She said before getting cut off.
"You lose track of time every time! Go to your seats."
The one with the fluffy brown hair sat right next to chris, the blonde one on the other side of him. The short pink haired one sat right next to simon, and the one boy of the group sat right next to her. Chris was surrounded by these idiots.
"Hey," The puffy brown haired one whispered. "Could I borrow a pencil?"

"Sure." He mumbled, handing them a pencil. They gave him a little thumbs up.

"Oi! You back there! Stop talking!" Mrs. Truslu shouted. "Now, class - as you may have noticed, we have a new student! Christopher, come up here and introduce yourself."

Chris stood up and walked to the front of the class, his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweater.

"Hi. I'm Chris." He said bluntly.

Mrs. Truslu motioned for him to keep talking.

"I'm new here, uh... I skate and stuff." He mumbled. "And... yeah. I don't know."

"Thank you, Christopher. You may sit down now."

"Uh-huh. Okay."

He sat back down in his seat. The little boy with the pigtails and the pink haired girl snickered to each other.

The pink haired girl whipped around to face Chris.

"I skate and stuff." She said, mimicking him.

"Haha. Very funny." He hissed back.

Simon nudged the girl.

"Val, Bunny, stop it!" He scolded.

"It was kinda funny," Bunny responded.

"Okay, but like. Come on. Leave him alone, he's emo or whatever."

"I'm not fucking emo, dickhead!" Chris shouted.

"In the back! Again! Be QUIET!" Mrs. Truslu yelled.

The day went by quickly after that. Soon enough, Chris was making his way to the bus home. He was so relieved.

Chris got onto the bus, scanning for an empty seat.

And of course, the only empty seat was right by the little shit that talked to him in history. Simon.

They made brief eye contact, and Simon smiled. Chris felt his face burning up again.

Fuck no.

"Chris! Come sit here!" Simon shouted.

Fuck no.

"Oi! You! Go sit in a seat so we can leave!" The bus driver shouted at him.

Fuck no.

"Fine, damnnit." Chris mumbled.

He walked over to the seat Simon was in and sat beside him.

"Hey!" Simon grinned at him. Chris looked at him, his face redder than before. Simon could definitely tell, because he chuckled softly.

FUCK NO.

"Are you shy?" Simon asked him.

"Shut up." Chris mumbled.

"Man, you're not friendly." 

"I am. To people I like."

Simon looked genuinely hurt.

"...Sorry. I'm just tired."  Chris sighed.

"It's ok," Simon responded. "Man, it's cold in here."

Chris stared down at the floor.

He silently took off his hoodie and placed it on Simon's lap.

"Give it back tomorrow." He said, crossing his arms.

"Aww, Cwissy! Thank youu.~" Simon giggled. He put on the hoodie, the sleeves just reaching his fingertips.

Jesus, he looks so fucking cute. He can keep the damn hoodie for all I care. Chris thought to himself.

He rubbed his head.

No. I'm not gay.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked, putting his hand on top of Chris's.

FUCK. I'M GAY.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Chris said breathlessly.

"Okay," Simon said. "But, you know, you can tell me if anything is bothering you. We're friends now."

Simon intertwined their fingers, and for a moment, Chris thought he felt his soul leave his body.

"Y'know, since you gave me your sweater and stuff. That means we're friends. Don't even argue it." Simon said matter-of-factly.

"Okay. Yeah."

Simon squeezed his hand.

God fucking damnnit.