Paper Planes

Chapter 1

Nicholas Meyers. Pan, he/him, and I hate mint chocolate chip ice cream.

This is like most stories. Or maybe it isn't. Ever read something about the gay nerd with two best friends? I have. This one story I read, he had three.

I probably shouldn't be talking like I'm making a monologue to a movie about a teenage boy that does something for his school while also going through his own issues. This isn't some movie; I'm no character. But it is boring, so I suggest you stop while you're ahead.

"Nice hit!" I sigh as I barely react to the pain of the rubber ball. Where do they even find these? They seem too idiotic to even have the capacity to think.

"Hey! Gay kid!" I look up to find Oscar and Morris Delancey, the biggest, meanest, almost toughest brothers you'll ever meet. Please note that I am exaggerating, though. "What you writing there? Gay stuff?!"

My God. They're like Kurt and Ram. And I gotta say, I'd rather forget about these two idiots right now.

"Yeah, sure", I shout back, like I always do. "I bet your brother would love to read it! Wouldn't you, Morris?"

He just stood there, a faint blush on his face. Morris wasn't too bad. Every Thursday after school, when his brother beat my face in, he'd just stand there, looking sorry. I never said he was a saint, but he ain't too bad.

Oscar growled and began marching towards me, huffing as the bell for class rang. He scowled at me. "See you Thursday, Meyers."

I watched him leave, sighing as I gathered my things. How does this kid bother me? His insults suck, he probably can't tell his head from his big toe, and he's...well, he's a jackass.

I walk into the building, realizing I'm going to be late for class. I'm usually late for first period. Mr. Denton doesn't mind much though, he claims to see the potential in me. I claim he's looking at himself.

Quickly opening my locker, my mind clouded, I almost miss them. The football guys, a bunch of pointlessly loud human beings that have won every one of their games, playing during the age of Jack Kelly.

He's the kicker, and most girls are focused on that. He seems to soak it in, especially with the reporter girl, Katherine Pulitzer. In my opinion, that's a mess waiting to happen, seeing as he spends almost every lunch period flirting with my friend, Davey, since sophomore year.

I grab my books and try to shuffle off to class, having already missed seven minutes. I glance at the clock and curse under my breath, trying not to run in the halls. I want to, but I can't. Besides, if I did, I could run into—

I feel myself fall to the floor as I run into someone. Something's poking my back wrong as I groan and sit up, finding a pit of a hazel eye staring at me. I look him up and down, noticing the stench of someone who's just been outside for hours.

"I'm sorry", he apologizes, collecting my books in his arms. "I should be watching where I'm going."

I squint at him slightly. "Uh, huh."

"Uh, here", he says, holding my books out to me. I grab them skeptically, almost like I'm scared. Why am I scared? "Again, sorry."

"Yeah", I nod, standing up. I look down at my shoes, seeing the mess that has become my white Jordans. "Me, too."

He nods, clearing his throat. "You okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Yeah, me too."

"I didn't ask."

He chuckled, winking— or blinking, now that I've just noticed his eyepatch. However, a smile is still glued on his face. "Looks like you have class."

"I like to think so", I smirk slightly, turning the statement into a joke. Specs taught me how to do that when he was teaching me how to flirt. I asked why Davey didn't need to learn, but he claims he's a master at it.

My friends are huge nerds. "You're funny."

"Yeah", I smile softly, walking off. Finally. Man, pretending to get along with people is exhausting. But it's nothing compared to the way Mr. Denton is going to look at me when I walk in late.

Speaking of: "Nick, your late again."

"Right", I nod curtly. "Bathroom."

He nods his head towards my seat, my feet already beating him to it. My daily routine with good ol' Bryan Denton, this time for the second year in a row.

"Where were you?" I look over to find Davey with a worried expression, his reading glasses falling off his nose.

"Your glasses are falling."

"Yeah", he whispers, pushing them up with one finger. "But you didn't answer my question."

"I had to go to the bathroom."

"It's a restroom, and who uses it for twenty minutes?"

I shrug and look at the board, beginning to write in my journal. I kind of need to. Geography isn't a strong suit— for anyone sane enough— and Denton isn't the best at explaining things.

Davey sighs. "Nick, I swear—"

"David, I know you're excited to see your friend but", Denton looked around, gesturing to us, "I got a class to teach."

People giggled softly as Davey flushed with embarrassment, including myself. He nodded. "Sorry, Mr. D."

"Anyway, what you have to realize is that syphilis was far worse back then than it is today—" Ew. Why- How did we get to this topic? I look to Davey for answers. He licks his lips and leans over.

"Mr. D went on another tangent earlier", Davey whispers, looking up. I could tell he was scared to get caught. "We were talking about Europe."

I nod and start writing, still having no idea what he was saying. At this point he was spewing, but it didn't really bother me. Davey spews stuff all the time. It's like...

Look, he knows a lot of stuff about dialect and slang terms, and other random stuff, okay? But he'd be caught dead ever using one.

I saw a paper ball fly past my head. I sigh, getting ready for the next fifteen minutes of Oscar Delancey throwing paper at me, a new thing that's been happening since ninth grade.

I'm usually in a pretty good mood. I smile and laugh, crack jokes with my friends— the kind only they would understand. But today? Today, I feel like murder is a considerable option.

Except, that'll all stay in my head as Oscar takes the crumpled piece of paper out his brother's hand and throws it at my head.

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Whew, first chapter! That feeling will never get old.

I've been wanting to write a Blush story for so long (especially since there seem to be almost none on Wattpad) as well as my first story in first person. I'd say it's going pretty well.

Please mind the swearing and inappropriate language! I'm trying my hardest to make them "feel" like real life teenagers that go to a public school (where most of the story is set) and apparently that takes some of the fluff away. I'm not happy about it either lol

I'm excited for this. I'm really excited for this. Idk I feel bubbly.

Happy reading!