Speak Up!

ELEVEN-

"I understand that we've suffered a very grave loss, so if you're still feeling like you need to talk the counselor will still be in the library during lunch hours." The chemistry teacher, Mr. P announced, sitting down in his swivel chair before opening his laptop and typing Heaven knows what.

Hanyu say glassy eyed in the back of the class while the other students engaged in conversation.

Did Hanyu feel like talking? Not to a counselor. He was sure that none of them knew Tills on a personal level and therefore couldn't help him. He felt alone.

"Hi Mr. P! Can I have Hanyu please?" A thin, small woman peaked her head through the door.

Hanyu's attention was instantly captured, as would yours if someone called for you in class.

"Sure, Hanyu come up here." Mr. P spoke.

He rushed the to front of the room as he hoped she would be taking him away. Hanyu never wanted to return to school, ever. It held too many memories of Thilla Martin.

"Where are we going?" He questioned as the woman.

"To the office dear. A few others are waiting for you." She smiled, hand gently pressuring Hanyu's upper arm. It was a calming gesture though it face little to no comfort to the already confused boy.

Others? Waiting for me?

What's happening?

Did he do something wrong?

While Hanyu dreaded internally, Xinlong sat cross legged on one of the cloth chairs adorning the stairs dark paneled wall.

He was internalizing all of his fear and discomfort in a means to keep his shy-boy persona that he had worked so hard to obtain. Xinlong had been texting his brawny boyfriend all morning about his uncomfortable experience being dragged to the principal's office in the middle of Home economics. BangChan didn't have any slices of advice for his lover but he wished him luck and promised a big kiss when the younger got home.

The younger even thought about asking if he could come and pick him up, but he knew his boyfriend prioritized education and would Insist he stay.

What a goody-goody.

"So, Xinlong," the principal leaned back in his chair as they waited for the others to show up.
"How's classes been going?"

Xinlong's eyes scanned the room quickly, hoping and praying that by some miracle, there were another Xinlong in the room.
But alas he was the only one so he wiped his sweaty palms on his dark stained jeans and cleared his throat, deep voice coming out a bit strange.

"They're fine."

All of his anxiety led to the toughest two words he's ever uttered.

The principal nodded slowly.

"Good. Say, are you still seeing your counselor? Chris right?"

Now Xinlong was really scared. Sure as hell he was still seeing him. Every single day. But, no one was supposed to know about their rather illegal relationship.

"Yes, I see him often." He stuttered slightly. Xinlong hated to lie, but this couldn't be helped. And it wasn't exactly lying.

"Sorry we're late, hallway traffic is picking up." The small woman opened the door with a slightly blushed Hanyu behind her.

"Thank you dear." The principal smiled fondly at his wife as she passed him a flirty wink before exiting.

"Well boys how about we get started and we'll catch the others up when they get here, yeah?"

The two just nodded, having no idea what was going on.

"I've received a complaint from Mrs. Ren, I think you both know her as Thilla Martin's mother. Well anyway, Mrs. Ren found a diary, rather detailed really and she's very upset over what's in it." He explained.

Hanyu and Xinlong gave each other a side glance.

They didn't know each other but boy could they guess the other's character.

Hanyu could see Xinlong as a fuck boy like no other. While Xinlong's view of Hanyu was more so a horny nerd .

"I have it here with me if you don't mind me reading a page or two." He hummed a bit as he took the sparkly, rhinestone encrusted book. Hanyu's stomach bubbled at the idea of little Tills writing in that book like a cute girl in the movies.
Xinlong had seen that book before and his heart dropped knowing exactly what was written in it about him and more so his body and... passions if he dares mention.

No wonder Mrs. Ren was so mad about it. Up until reading it she had seen her princess as a pure angel.

She was livid over this teenage boy who tainted her daughter. What a shame, she would've made a beautiful virgin sacrifice.

"This entry was from a year of so ago and she mentions you Xinlong and your... well... she mentions you . My my that's interesting." The principal eyed Xinlong up and down. He blushed as the older man went back to reading the page.

"He was sweeter than I could've ever imagined, hands like butter all over my body- anyway you get the idea."

Hanyu's jaw dropped slightly as he looked over the quiet one next to him.

"And this entry was her most recent one and she writes about you Hanyu." It was Hanyu's turn to blush.

"If I only used my time wisely than I could've gotten him too. I would've loved to kiss those adorable lips."

They sat in silence.

"She mentions the other boys as well but not in such detail."

Hanyu and Xinlong didn't know what to say, and they had no idea what all of this meant. Why would she write so sensually? She wrote it like a book. Not a diary.

"Sorry we're late." MingRui and his leech ZeYu came through the door.

"No problem boys go ahead and sit down."

The lovers sat next to each other, hands intertwining as ZeYu calmed his baby down. He could tell the boy was getting tense and nervous, squeezing his supple hand in his own.

"It's okay baby." He whispered into MingRui's ear.

"Is he okay?" The principal asked, gesturing at the anxious male.

"That's Tills diary." MingRui whispered back, burying his head into Zeyu's shoulder.

"He's fine." ZeYu said back, arm wrapping securely around his boy.

The principal nodded and went back to flipping through the pages.

"Hi, sorry but the hallway's super crowded. The pep rally is in like 10 minutes." Zihao had a small smile on his face as he entered the room, every eye falling on him.

It looked like the beginnings of a murder mystery, only full of messed up teenagers and a few gays. It would make a hell of a story though.

"What's happening? Is that Tills diary?" He questioned.

"Sit down Zihao, there's some steamy stuff in here about you too."