𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪 | 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

five | dreamy boy

February 24th, 2022
Hamish's pov:

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He takes my hand in his soft and delicate ones, pulling me away from the crowded quad. We weave through hundreds of people, picking up our pace. I sense the urgency in Jack, he has something to tell me, he had said. Overhead, rain starts spilling from the clouds, coating the concrete in a blanket of grey. Students filter into classrooms, blocks, and anywhere to escape the worsening weather. But not Jack. His relentless pace leads me to the outskirts of the school. We are both drenched in the rain now, his mullet losing all volume, but still, to me, he was as beautiful as ever.

He spotted a sheltered area across the field, and after getting away from the downpour, he breathed out a sigh of relief, turning to look at me with a spark in his eyes. I looked back at him with confusion, but a small smirk on my face at the impulsiveness of the moment.

"Hamish," he says placing his hand on my shoulder, he was avoiding eye contact now. He was nervous.

"I can't take it anymore, I need to tell you." he sounded panicked now, anxious.

"Tell me what?" I questioned.

"I feel horrible, I can't bring myself to break up with her. But I can no longer deny the fact that I have feelings for someone else. Crazy strong feelings, but I just don't think I can do it to her, you know?" he spills out, and my heart drops. He doesn't like Tui anymore, and now he likes another girl. I just can't seem to win. Why is he even telling me this?

"Y- you like someone else?" he nods "Oh, uh who is it?" my eyebrows furrow, awaiting an answer.

"Well," he begins "It's someone from the group, they have really pretty brown hair. He's not really sporty but is the best fifa player on Xbox that I know"

It's a he, oh. So maybe he is into guys as well, if I could only be so lucky as to be the boy he is talking about.

"He's also kind of shy, I don't even think he has noticed my feelings for him all that much. But ever since he first saw me and I saw him, I felt something there. I knew from the moment I met him that he was meant for me. And you know what, it hasn't been long, but I think I might just love him"

The heavy rain starts battering me, without even realising it, I've taken five meters worth of steps back. Jack seems to feel so strongly for this boy, I hope that they know how lucky they are. I wonder what it's like to be loved by him.

"If you like him so much, why don't you just tell him then?" I spit out, my jealousy consuming me.

His hands cover his face, and he lets out a muffled laugh.

"What? Why is this so funny to you?" I almost yell

"Because I've already told him. I just did," he admits.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I say, filled with confusion.

"Because it's you, Hamish! I love you, you idiot!" he cries out.

Oh.

He loves me?

Jack loves me!

I let a laugh of relief out, as he walks up to me, taking to face in his, looking deep into my soul.

"Hamish..." he says.

I nod, motioning for him to continue.

"Hamish. You need to wake up"

"Huh?" I say

"Come on Hamish, wake the hell up!" as he spoke, his voice morphed into that of a female. It almost sounded like Maia.

In a blur, my eyes caught up with my ears.

And I woke up.

Maia was shaking me awake by the shoulders. In a haze, my eyes adjust to the bright lights.

It was a dream, all along. I really am an idiot.

"Finally, you're awake." she says, "You've been knocked out like a light for the past five minutes, figured you'd want to be woken up before break ends. You seem disoriented there mate, you've been dreaming, haven't ya? She looks toward Jack, then back at me. Dreaming about pretty boy over there, haven't you?" I gave her a nudge on her side, and she turned away chuckling. She was joking, at least she thought she was.

She had no idea how right she was.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

As I went to stand up, leaving history, a small folded piece of paper nestled in my bag caught my eye. I paused, taking it out and unfolding the delicate while refill paper. It read...

G1 bathrooms, 2:30pm
I'll be there
                                 - J

J. Jack. It could only be him. I looked down at my watch, school had just finished. It was now or never.

I collected my nerves and pushed open the bathroom doors. It was quiet, but I could feel the presence of someone else.

"Jack?" I said, waiting for a reply.

"Not quite, but close. Guess again." I turn to face the voice behind me, and am met with Tui, the girlfriend.

She doesn't give me a chance to speak.

"You know you are so pathetic, looking at him the way you do. He has a girlfriend Hamish. Me, and you'd be crazy to think that he would give me up for you" she says in an agonising tone

Not being able to find the words, I say nothing.

She scoffs, and advances towards me. She pins me up on the wall behind me. Anger was sewn through her every feature. It was a loosing game, but all of a sudden, a newfound wave of confidence washes over me.

I said to her, "Now Tui, if you don't remove those hands, there's a high likelihood you'll never use them again" she sends me a blank stare, taken aback by what I just said. She slowly backs away, raising her hands above her head in surrender.

I chuckle lowly, but I'm interrupted when I'm hit across the face with an extreme force. My ears start ringing and stars blind me for a few seconds. When I come to, Tui is shaking her hand, recovering from the punch.

Two can play at that game.

I lunge forward, reaching for her ponytail. I grab a hold of it and yank it as hard as I can. Her screams echo through the bathroom as she tries to punch me in the face again, but I duck, and dodge it just in time. I push her away from me, but she hasn't given up just yet. She grunts as she runs at me, landing a harsh hit to my left eye. I go to kick her in retaliation, but she was too quick. She tackled me to the ground, knocking the air out of my lungs. She started repeatedly punching me anywhere she could get a clean hit. I was loosing.

With all of the strength I had left, I managed to push her off of me, we fell to other sides of the room. She looked up at me, the second I met her gaze we both stood up facing each other from metres away. We were both ready to fight the other until our bodies gave in.

We pause when the doors to the bathroom burst open, and our fight was interrupted.

"What the hell is going on here?" the figure says with a shocked look present on their face.

It's Jack.