***BRAXTON'S POV***
My dad pulled up to the school. My heart was racing. The words 'Padilla High School' were written across the top. I gulped. I hope this school isn't like the last.
I shakily undid my seatbelt and slid out of the door. I shut the door and walked inside. First task - get my schedule. I opened the door to the front office and was greeted by a middle aged woman with a smile on her face.
"Hello!!" She said in an overly happy tone.
"Um.. Hi.. I-I'm new here. My name's Braxton Zayn." I said.
She looked through some papers and finally found my schedule and handed it to me. I mumbled a quick thank you and was out the door.
Looking at my schedule, I wandered around trying to find room 263. Suddenly I felt something - or rather someone - collide with me. We both fell to the floor.
"I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." He said grabbing my binder and schedule for me.
"It's okay. It was my fault." I answered back. He looked up at me. I gotta admit.. He was kinda cute..
"No, it was mine." He replied, holding his hand out for me. I took it and got up. I looked up and saw him smiling at me. "Hi. My names Bryson Clark."
"M-my names Braxton Zayn." I replied, smiling a little. I realized we were still holding hands and blushed slightly, pulling away. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice.
"Are you new?" He asked. I nodded. "What's your schedule?" He asked. I handed him my schedule. He looked it over. "Room 263? That's my first class too. Follow me." He said.
He started walking down the hall, me trailing behind. We soon came to a stop in front of a door. 263. We walked in and luckily no one noticed.
Bryson went and sat down in the back while I went up to the teacher. She looked up at me and smiled. "You must be Braxton." I nodded. "Okay, well you may take a seat in the back next to Bryson." She told me.
I walked to the back of class and sat in the corner next to Bryson. I noticed he had earbuds in and he was looking down at his phone. His head shot up as I sat down beside him. When he noticed it was me, he smiled.
Soon, class started. Math, yay. Note the sarcasm. Math is my least favorite subject. I mentally sighed. 8 hours of Hell ahead. Wonderful.
***BRYSON'S POV***
I couldn't help but glance at Braxton every once in a while. Something about him seems different, but I'm not sure what. It might be that he didn't judge me like everyone else, or maybe it was that he was adorable, but either way, he was different. In a good way. Soon, the bell rung, dismissing class.
***TIME SKIP - LUNCH TIME*** ***STILL BRYSON'S POV***
I walked to the cafeteria with Braxton. We both went through the line, getting trays. We sat down at a little booth in the corner, my usual seat. But now I have someone to sit here with.
"So, Braxton. Tell me about yourself." I said.
"Um.. Well.. My full name is Braxton Xero Zayn, my favorite color is black, I love Pierce The Veil and All Time Low, I moved from Indianapolis to here in Detroit, and I couldn't live without my phone." He answered. His shyness seemed to have vanished. Did he already trust me?? Dang. "What about you?"
"My full name's Bryson Sean Clark, my favorite color's neon green, I love Sleeping With Sirens and Black Veil Brides, and I couldn't live without my earbuds." I answered.
"Wow. I've never actually met anyone who liked the same stuff as me." He said.
"Really?" I asked. He nodded. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by someone yelling in our direction.
"Hey fag! Got yourself a boy toy??" Troy, the schools most popular jock, yelled.
I rolled my eyes. "He's not a 'boy toy'. He's new and unlike SOME PEOPLE I decided to be nice." I answered, putting air quotes around 'boy toy'.
"He'll leave soon enough. You couldn't keep a friend if your life depended on it. He's gonna leave you as soon as he finds out you're a disgusting homo." He said, smirking.
I sighed and looked at Braxton, expecting him to move. But, for some reason he stayed.
"Don't you wanna leave?" I asked. He shook his head. "Really?" I asked kinda shocked.
"It's okay. Don't tell anyone, but I am too." He replied.
"Wow really??" I asked. He nodded. Maybe this is what was different about him.
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A/N Hey guys. So I'm hoping this is at least okay. The picture is Braxton. I hope you guys liked it. ✌️
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