Forever Dumb (A Leopika High-School AU)

{I'm Not A Good Person}

Kurapika's POV

I refused to make eye contact with Leorio on the bus. Although nothing happened between us yesterday, I felt embarrassed to see him. Leorio didn't tease me again after I followed him, but I felt his eyes on me all night. Occasionally, I would look at him just for him to look away. Sometimes I would look over to see him biting his lip, or he would wink at me. I liked the attention while it lasted, but we had to leave the restaurant.

Despite being embarrassed, I still had to do the morning announcements with him.

"Good morning Hunter High and happy Wednesday," I announced. "I'm your peer mentor Kurapika Kurta–"

"And I'm your peer mentor, Leorio, here with the morning announcements."

"To set an example for our younger students at this school and the middle school, please have your clothes ironed, your ties secured, and your shoes shined."

"Just like yesterday," Leorio said. "it's sunny outside, but it is warmer with a high of sixty-seven and a low of fifty-eight. There are no sports to report today."

"Boys' volleyball tryouts are this Friday, and culture day is next Wednesday. It is not just a spirit day, but also a day to celebrate diversity. Wear traditional clothing, bring traditional food, etcetera, since there will be an event in the courtyard and no classes for the first half of the day. Have a great day or not–"

"The choice is yours," Leorio turned off the microphone and turned to me. He had a slight curiosity in his eyes, so I knew he was going to ask me something.

"You alright?" Leorio asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"You're not looking at me or insulting me," He smiled. "Is it because of our brief run in last night?"

"It's not that," I mumbled.

I wasn't lying; his teasing didn't embarrass me last night. I was more embarrassed by what I was thinking about it afterward and how I actually enjoyed it.

"Then what is it, Sunshine?"

"I hate that nickname." I glanced at him. "You know that, right?"

Leorio moved closer. "That's exactly why I call you it."

I blushed, "So, you want me to hate you?"

"I doubt you hate me. I mean, you're blushing right now."

"Not because of you, Mister Hotshot," I said.

Leorio smiled, "There's the Kurapika, I've known since kindergarten."

"And love?" I smirked.

He chuckled. "In your gay dreams."

That ruined it, I thought we were bonding.

I shook my head and grabbed my things. I knew that I looked upset because I was upset. I don't and never will wish he loved me; he did once, as friends, and I will never let it happen again.

"Change of attitude, I see," Leorio said.

"Just because I'm gay does not mean I laugh at gay jokes, like to be the victim of a gay joke, or have dreams about you."

"Chill," He said, "I was only trying to make a joke."

"Your joke wasn't funny. I don't even believe in him but, I should start praying to god about you—"

"I didn't mean to insult you," Leorio said. "Don't bring my God into this."

"Your 'god' isn't fucking real."

Leorio didn't look shocked by what I said. He looked more or less offended, but I wasn't in the wrong; he was, he said, something offensive to me; I was only stating my beliefs.

I expected Leorio to say something to me, call me a fag or something. Instead, he took his stuff and left the room. He looked pissed, annoyed, and possibly even hurt, but I didn't care. Leorio's been an asshole to me since the sixth grade. Why can't I do the same?

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I tapped my finger on the desk, occasionally looking over at Leorio. Today, he moved his seat to the other side of the room. His eyes were red, but I couldn't tell if he was high or if he'd been crying. The high option was more likely than the crying potion, but he wasn't acting high.

Mr. Dives tapped his marker on the whiteboard. "Someone tell me what this word means to you, or what it makes you think of."

I read the board, Marxism, well that's easy—

"Leorio?"

"An economic, political, and social ideology. It examines how capitalism affects employment, output, and economic expansion and argues for a worker revolution to overthrow capitalism and install communism in its place." Leorio said.

Mr. Dives smiled. "Very good, son. So let's just say, it's a social ideology that looks at capitalism."

I rolled my eyes. He's not that smart. This is an average history class. Anybody should've known that.

"Anyone else have something to add?"

I raised my hand.

"Kurapika?"

"They named it after Karl Max, a German philosopher most famous for The Communist Manifesto and the four-volume Das Kapital."

"Nice memory, Mister Kurta," Mr. Dives said. "I'm surprised you know those works."

I glanced over at Leorio; who wasn't even shocked? I just one-upped him, and he had no reaction? He didn't even raise his hand to say something else or correct me on something. Did I actually make him that upset earlier? Was he crying? I didn't mean to hurt him. God couldn't possibly be that important to him, he's just a religious figure. His religious figure.

I shook my head. I should apologize, but I don't want to. I shouldn't have ever said that. Was I overreacting? He didn't mean to offend me, he was just making a joke. But I'll never apologize. Not to him, ever.

He doesn't deserve it.

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So I lied, but here's the chapter! Have fun waiting another month lovelies🥰