Boy I Met In October

Chapter One: Clash Of Worlds

The first day of my senior year of high school started off like any other. I walked into the classroom, and scanned the room for an empty seat. Unfortunately, the only available spot was next to Ivan. Ivan was a skinny Asian boy, a self-proclaimed nerd with glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose. I'd seen him around, always buried in a book or lost in his own world.

I sighed inwardly and took the seat next to Ivan. As I settled in, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his diligent note-taking and attentive posture. He was the complete opposite of me - I was Elijah, the school's notorious bad boy and player. I had a reputation to uphold, and sitting next to someone like Ivan was the last thing I needed.

Class began, and I couldn't help but glance over at Ivan from time to time, annoyed by his very presence. He seemed so fragile and feminine, which grated on my nerves. I couldn't understand why anyone would voluntarily sit next to him.

As the lesson continued, I grew increasingly restless. Ivan's discomfort with my presence was obvious, and he shot me annoyed glances whenever I so much as breathed too loudly. Irritated by his constant fidgeting, I accidentally brushed my hand against his thigh.

Ivan's reaction was unexpected. He jumped in his seat as if he'd been electrocuted, and I felt a jolt of something unfamiliar myself. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside me. Suddenly, Ivan wasn't just an annoying nerd; he was captivating, intriguing even.

I quickly withdrew my hand, my heart pounding with an unfamiliar sensation. Ivan's thigh had felt warm and surprisingly inviting, and a lingering sensation remained in my hand. I couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of the class.

Once the bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson, I was in turmoil. I needed to escape the overwhelming emotions that had stirred within me. I dashed to the bathroom, desperate to regain my composure.

I fumbled for my cigarettes and lit one up, inhaling deeply as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. I'd never felt this way before, and it was driving me mad. Touching Ivan had ignited something in me that I couldn't explain. It was a threat to my masculinity, a danger I needed to extinguish.

As I stood there, smoke swirling around me, I couldn't shake the memory of that fleeting touch. Ivan, the annoying nerd, had become an unexpected enigma, and I had no idea what to do with the feelings he'd awakened within me.