Boys like boys ;)
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Just a bunch of random bxb scenarios.
Fluff, Smut, Angst...
If you watch BL dramas and TikToks then you'll like it 💚
-Request open and appreciated-
All images included in this book are from Pinterest. Meaning I DO NOT ow...
- 3rd pov - Weird? - Slight bullying - Mature• bc of bullying - Moral of the story: - Fairy tale - Ladle: large spoon with a cup-shaped bowl. Used to serve soup, etc. - votes & comments are appreciated 🍬
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Micah exhaled anxiously, gripping his bookbag straps tighter as he stared at the front of the school. Otherwise known as his personal hell.
He was bullied because of his doll-like face and soft nature. Where he came from you were either a jock or got bullied by the jocks.
Do you get his predicament?
"No use in drawing it out." Micah pushed back his anxiety and walked up the cement stairs. Already he could hear the hushed whispers of how he was secretly a girl. Or how he put makeup on to try to get the boy's attention.
He ignored it as he usually did and made his way to his locker. He put in his combination and pulled the door open to find a stack of notes on top of his books.
Micah knocked the notes into his bookbag to toss out later then closed it back. He looked up just as the king jock entered the hallway. It was like a scene from a bad Netflix movie he never wanted to see.
Nick made his way down the hall like he was on a runway. With his designer clothes and shoes. He nodded to a couple of girls who swooned at him. Micah was glad for his nonchalant expression because it allowed him to hide his confusion at what appealed to them.
Nate was graced with good looks but his personality was cruel and nasty.
He thought about escaping behind another student but knew it was fruitless because of his tall height. His stance of 5'9 made it hard to hide from bullies.
He held back his sigh as he saw Nates' green orbs search the crowd for him. Once he spotted him he saw that familiar primal glint enter his eye as he made his way over. Micah moved so his back was to the locker to avoid being knocked on the ground.
"Well well. If it ain't my favorite pansy ass flower boy." Nate grinned spitefully as he stopped in front of him.
"Hello, Nate," Micah said because he knew ignoring him would bring more trouble.
"What was that?" Nate leaned in his space, Micah could smell cereal on his breath and had to hold back from moving his face away. "Was that attitude I hear?"
Micah shook his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like I had an attitude."
"I think you did, pansy boy." Nate mocked. "You just want my attention don't you?" His hand traveled down Micah's arm to his book bag which he quickly snatched from his shoulder.
Micah held back his sound of protest, watching with dull eyes as his book bag was dumped on the ground. "Please." He pleaded with him. "Don't."
Nate laughed, kicking his things so they scattered on the ground. People stepped on his notebooks without so much a thought. "Clean the mess up, bitch boy." Nate pointed to his scattered materials.
