Touch. - Karlnap

Chapter one - friendgroup

It's Friday and I enter the school grounds, tired, In physical pain because of training soreness, and mentally not ready for another day of school, but nonetheless here I am.

"What kind of sports did you do now?" Oliver laughs as I, half-limping, half-walking, stumble over to him and our friends.
"Running. My trainer kicked my ass." The three of them laugh, and I squeeze through them to get to my locker. Grabbing my things, I hear a few people gasp. Turing around I see the schools "popular kids."

Here's the thing about them, they may be popular but that's only because everyone loves them, and are obsessed with their looks & want to be friends with them. They're not the type of popular who play the schools team sports nor do they have huge parties every weekend. They're actually mainly kept to themselves. The main reason I think they're popular is because they're the only group of friends that stayed together since pre-school, and are closer then ever. Not once have any of them had a fallout with the others, and they love, respect and protect one another with every ounce of themselves they have. Yeah, that's true friendship / love right there. I mean hell, my friends and I became friends last year. My previous group of friends fell out, obviously. And so did the one before.
I watch them walk into the school, just like everyone else.

Dream, the tallest one. His red-green-blue beanie suiting him perfectly, green & blue outfit that he's matching with his boyfriend, and the necklace that all of them have, yes they're matching, that they've had since 3d grade.
George, dreams boyfriend, with his glasses, green & blue outfit and blue painted nails and of course the necklace.
Wilbur, the necklace, glasses, orange t-shirt with a brown jacket, jeans, and a white streak in his hair.
Quackity has a gray-ish hoodie, black jeans, gloves that don't cover the fingers, the necklace. and his signature hat. And lastly, the man I've had a crush on since fucking 6th grade, Sapnap.
He also has has a gray-ish hoodie, it's oversized, gray sweatpants, his signature gray gloves, and the necklace.

God, he's so beautiful.

"You're staring again."
Amy, one of my 3 friends, breaks me out of my daydream and snaps me back. I look at her, red in the face, and flip her off. She laughs and looks at the group again, who have stopped at one of the lockers.

There are very few people in this school who have been in the same class as them since pre-school, but luckily I'm one of them, so I know stuff about these kids that others probably don't, however, being a decent person, I'm keeping their embarrassing moments to myself just like they've done for me. Plus, being one of the very few, means they definitely know who I am. I mean hell, George has said hi to me In the halls enough times for me to understand that the others also know me by name.

Sapnap knows me by name.

I would do anything to be friends with them, but again, they've been friends for too long to let anyone else in their tight group, and I can respect that just like everyone else has had to.

"Girl, you're staring too." I point out and she laughs again, and defends: "you're not the only one who has a crush on one of them, y'know?" I laugh, knowing damn well that her crush on Wilbur wasn't going to go how she'd want it too.

Like I explained earlier, I know things about these kids that others probably don't, and one of those things is that Wilbur is gay. However, not knowing whether Wilbur was comfortable with people saying that I kept it to myself. I mean, at least I knew I had a chance with Sapnap in the way that I'm a male, and he likes men.

"Okay, If we keep staring at them we're going to miss our class. C'mon, let's go." Kyle points out and we start heading to mr. Marriotts music class.

James Marriott.

My favorite teacher of them all.
He's genuinely the most powerful teacher in the whole school, in the sense that:
1. He can make the class be quiet with just a look
2. The popular group's favorite teacher (& everyone wants to be liked by that group, as I said before)
3. He is just genuinely a good teacher

I enter his classroom alongside my friends and we find our way to the back of the classroom.
"Good morning, kids." He says as we open the door.
"Good morning, Mr Marriott!" we all say in unison. He smiles and nods at us as we press ourselves agents the wall of the classroom with our desks. "God we really need to stop being losers so we can sit at the front, good lord." Kyle jokes.

The whole class had come in by now, and Mr. Marriott had started taking about today's lesson but in all honesty I just zoned out. Don't get me wrong, I love this class but god the pain in my legs was so bad and i couldn't concentrate for the life of me. Soon enough, class was over and next class was pe. Fuck.
Not only was the class not fitting with my current medical situation but the teacher was a prick. An absolute, undeniable asshole.

"Alright, class! Today's lesson will begin with laps around the field."
I wasn't gonna risk falling to my death today, so I raised my hand.
"Sir, I have training soreness. Can I please sit out on this one? It doesn't have to be the whole lesson-"
"No." He said, blankly, interrupting me. Rude.
"Please? I feel like I'm going to collapse just by standing here, sir." I Insist, doing my best to sound polite.
"No. Now go run laps with the rest of your class." I take a deep breath.
A few laps won't kill me. I got this.
I start running, nah, jogging, and trying my best to ignore the pain in my legs but god was that hard. It kept getting harder, and harder.

I was literally almost completely still, holding my tears in.
"Hey, you good, mate?"
I turn to my left. George.
I shake my head, biting my lip, not trusting my words. He stops completely and stands in front of me. "Want me to take you to the nurse?" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned. I keep forgetting how nice these people are, because fuck, my own friends ditched me.
I nod, looking up at him. He smiles weakly and puts my arm around his shoulder. We make our way to teacher, and he asks if we can leave the class. The teacher, mr lovas, now cant deny that there's definitely pain going on, so he lets us make our way back into the school building.

1164 words on the first chapter!! :))