11 (bxb)

Chapter one

A suspicious looking boy walked down the halls. Standing at six foot three, and on the baseball team, he looked highly intimidating. But only adding onto his looks, he barely ever talked, only with his team. He only wore hoodies and sweatpants to school, along with the occasional T-shirt or jacket.

But he was very hot.

And everyone in the school knew that. Almost every guy at their school was gay. That's what their reputation was. And although, this mysterious boy is also gay, he didnt like any of the people who liked him back. He was in his sophomore year of highschool, and was quite average at school, if anything mediocre.

As the boy walked to his locker to drop his things off, a boy stopped him, hanging off of his shoulder. The boy didn't care, as he was used to this. "Come on V~ we should mess around today. You've been refusing to do it with me forever." the boy whined. V shook his head.

"I'd prefer not to. You know how I feel about that stuff." V said in a monotone voice. The boy huffed and walked away, swaying his hips. V took his books to his next class. When he walked into class, he saw the boy he had a crush on.

The only straight boy in the school, and he acted as if he had a pole up his ass twenty four seven. But somehow V found the boy adorable. He was so cute and even V could change him around. He wanted to try and love him, even if he didn't love him back.

V shook his head, a slight blush on his face. He couldn't be thinking about Hinlo. He had to be thinking of the baseball game he had later on. He was the catcher, and though his legs have been hurting him from squatting down for so long, he loved the sport. He loved to play. He always wanted to play.

The class started, and V started to feel himself zone out. "We'll be working with partners. And no, you don't get to choose whoever you want." the teacher called out. A lot of people groaned, but I didn't really care. His friends were in the next period and he didn't really want to work with one of the boys who would be slinging off his shoulders at every moment.

"Mary and Vilanteo will be working together on the project. Go ahead and start working." the teacher called. Vilanteo started to stress. He told himself that he was overthinking, but Mary never did the work. and Vilanteo had a hard time with technology and science. He actually sucked at it. It was his worst subject. He was really starting to get worried. His coach had a rule. If any of them got an F, they would be suspended from the team for the time being until they could get the grade up.

Mary came up to Vilanteo and sat down across from him. The teacher walked up to them, and asked to pick a piece of paper out of the bowl. That would be their science project. He read it aloud for the both of them.

"The science behind photography. Explain how a camera works, and make a presentation board with pictures off of a camera, and explain how a camera works." Vilanteo sighed. Mary did not look like she even heard Vilanteo.

"Mary, please focus." Vilanteo asked in a soft tone. She looked up from her phone, glared at him, and then went back to texting whoever she was. A laugh in the classroom made Vilanteo guess who she was texting.

Vilanteo sighed, closing his eyes tightly and with a trembling hand, started writing out the plans for the project. He forced his hands to stop trembling and wrote out in his neat and fancy cursive the things they would include.

But then, Vilanteo had an idea. If he takes her name off of the project, and studies two times as hard as he usually does, he gets revenge and a good grade.

This gave Vilanteo the motivation he needed and he set off to work, working at two times the speed. He set a list of things he would need to buy at a craft store. Then he got onto his chromebook and started researching.

After an hour, class was over and they moved on. The end of the day came, and Vilanteo met up with his friends to start walking to the field. They were laughing and joking around. Teasing one another and hitting one another, they were right about to cross the back alley to get to the field and locker rooms when they saw something that made their blood boil.

The football team was beating on a boy. Hinlo. Vilanteo and his friends charged forwards, pushing the football player on the ground and getting into a fight. Though Vilanteo didn't fight, his friends did. He hated fighting. He hated it so much he would rather die.

Although the football players tackle one another every day, the baseball team gets a small round object thrown at them at eight miles per hour a day. They could take the guys on any day of the week, so they fled.

"T-thank you. I will be sure to report them to the principal immediately. Is there anything I can do to repay you all?'' Hinlo asked, ruffling a hand through his white hair and adjusting his glasses. "We're all good! We absolutely hate the football team. They can go suck a cock." John said besides Vilanteo, who nodded in agreement.

"W-well i do need just a small favor!" Vilanteo said, rubbing the back of his neck. Hinlo looked at Vilanteo with interest. "Anything." he said. "I just need a few pointers in class. You have the highest grade in class, and i just need a few tips on how to keep my notes clean and not get strayed away in class." Vilanteo asked hesitantly. Hinlo nodded, picked his bookbag up.

"When are you free?"