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a/n

hey guys! the main character of this one is named Emmy, they/them

i couldnt find a faceclaims for them so yall can just imagine them however tf  u want it, just know that they are afab and hispanic and they have floofy hair and circular glasses

enjoy!

a/n over

Homeroom, as of today, has been awful. I can't belive I could be stupid enough as to tell him. Now, he's trying not to look at me and playing some stupid game on his phone.

"Please, just look at me," I think.

But he won't.

"Emmy, you good?" Apollo asks.

Georgia nods. "Yeah, you've seemed pretty off today. Everything alright?"

I sit there a second, contemplating. A tear manages its way out of my eye, but I take a deep breath and try to compose myself. "I'll text you guys. I don't want- I just don't want everyone to hear." I unlock my phone and head to messages, trying to ignore the fact that he's read my message and not bothered to crush me just as I know he will eventually.

I find our group chat, the one with Georgia, Apollo and I. We've barely talked in it, mainly because we talk all the time at school and don't have much else to tell each other.

You

i told him i liked him yesterday

he left me on read haha :'D

georgia

thats a dick move of him

i'm really sorry emmy

apollo
That sucks

I was so sure he liked you

You

well me too

but obviously not

apollo

Yeah I guess so

Apollo and Georgia shoot me empathetic looks, and I smile weakley.

"It'll be fine, I guess," I say, looking down at my chipped black nail polish. I really need to fix that up.

He surely knows that we're talking about him, but if he cares, he isn't showing it. It hurts more than formal rejection, I think. To know that he doesn't care.

I don't know how I'm going to get over him. At this point, I've begun falling in love. I shouldn't have been so stupid and thought he felt the same way, with him just showing a few signs I heard about from fucking Youtube.

At least I've learned something here. Youtube doesn't know everything.

Apollo takes my hand and looks me in the eyes from above their circular glasses. "It'll be fine, Emmy. Besides, he didn't even officially say anything, you-"

"Speak of the devil," Georgia interrupts, looking at something (or rather, someone?) behind me with a slight glare.

Shit.

I turn to see him standing there uncomfortably, fidgeting with his hands. I feel the sudden urge to pull his hands apart so he doesn't rip off his cuticles and start bleeding again, but I stop myself. Definitely not the time.

"Hey," I say, offering a wave. If I barely say anything, I can't embarrass myself. This is gonna be fine, absolutely-

"Can I talk to you?" He blurts, looking down. "Like, privately. In the hall."

I hum uncertainty under my breath. "Sure, I guess."

I shoot Georgia and Apollo a terrified look, and they both shrug. Lot's of help from those two, obviously.

He tells our homeroom teacher that we're taking a walk, and she nods. The two of us keep an awkward distance between each other while walking through the silent halls, till we end up in the empty, echoing auditorium.

"Listen, I'm really sorry about that text." I say. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, and it was a shitty decision to tell you. I should've just waited it out, I didn't ever have to tell you and it would've been fine, I-"

I see the way he's looking at me, and immediately shut up.

"Can you just cut me off already?" I whisper softly, desperately. "Just tell me you don't feel the same so we can go back to homeroom and pretend-"

I, once again, see his face and decide my best interest is in shutting up.

He shifts closer, keeping eye contact. He brings his hands up to my jawline, brushing it with his thumb. I can feel the soft puffs of his breath, and my own breath hitches in my chest.

"Can I?" He whispers, his eyelids fluttering but almost shut.

I close my eyes and nod, wishing inside for this to be real and for it to continue, to not wake up from this dream and live through it for once. This must be a dream, there's no way it could be real-

And suddenly, I'm being kissed. It feels like fireworks in my stomach, like an explosion of color and emotion and 'What-if's coming true.

It's amazing.

He is soft, gentle. He removes one of his hands from my jawline, trails down my neck to my chest and finally to my hip, and rests there. He moves impossibly closer, pulling me in and savoring this moment, the fireworks never fading even as he slowly pulls away.

He tilts my head up slightly so that I'm looking straight at him, and I can't bring myself to turn away. His hazel eyes are meeting my green ones straight on, hungry for more and yet so dreamily pouring his soul out to meet mine. His cheeks are flushed and the freckles dotting them can barely be seen in the low contrast, but being so close, I see them clearly. His lips are bright pink and soft, and I can't help but go in for another kiss. This time, when we pull away, I'm pulled into a tight embrace.

We collapse down to the floor, leaning on each other with the cool tile of the auditorium walls seeping through our clothes.

"I'm sorry I left you on read. I didn't know what to say over text," He says, squeezing my hand. "But I think this gets the message across." I can almost hear the small smile I'm sure he has in his voice, and it makes me smile.

"Yeah, I think it does," I laugh, leaning my head on his shoulder. "Have you ever done that before? Because I feel like you should know that it was amazing."

"That was my first kiss, actually," He says softly.

I smile. "Me too."

"Wouldn't have ever guessed."

We both giggle a little bit, and then transition smoothly to a comfortable silence.

"'You going to the game later?" I ask him.

"I'm planning on it, unless you want to do something else," He says, and my heart melts a little bit.

"No, no," I say, fighting the urge to just kiss this adorable little shit again. "Do you wanna go together? We could go out for dinner or something after."

"Like a date?"

"Well, I suppose so."

"Sounds good."

We both smile as he leans down to kiss me again, and all I can think of is him.

Homeroom has gotten a lot better today.

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