The Seating Chart

chapter 1

A chaotic mess. Students Parkouring through the halls. Trouble makers cursing at each other. Papers books and what not being thrown across the room. An epic disaster.

Its the first day of school. A day where all hell breaks lose, atleast for Griffin.

The summer holidays, the sacred days, were over and he could no longer spend all his time hiding in his room. After all he had promised his older brother that "he would face the biggest and noisiest of challenges that come hurling at him." Not the best thing to promise for someone like Griffin but what could he do. He was dumb enough to make such statements and now he has to suffer consequences.

He made his way through the surfing crowd and reached the red bulletin board onto which the class seating chart was pinned. He was apparently seated with some guy called Spencer.

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"Good morning. Class." Professor Smith's voice rang as the loud and rowdy students hurried to sit down on their assigned seats. It was clear Mr Smith had no intentions for any funny business as one may phrase. He was as serious and uninteresting looking as any other high school teacher. Balding grey hair. Blue tucked in shirt, the buttons almost flying open from the pressure  around the dad belly. These features were paired with brown pants and black thick glasses.

Griffin looked around, his partner had not arrived yet. What was his name again, Spenter, tender or something. Just as he thought the doors to the classroom slammed open to reveal a boy. The boy had brown eyes, dark hair and full eyebrows. His face was a clever mix of masculinity and femininity. The way his prominent jaw and shaped nose contrasted with his soft lips and freckled skin made him look rather attractive. Griffin was always aware of his own sexuality. He liked guys. That's it. Although he had no shame in his identity he was cautious on mentioning it to people that may think it to be controversial. Even if it shouldn't be controversial. Besides this guy was not in his league judging from the way all faces turned, some judged and some smiled to him. He must be popular and probably had that jerk attitude. It might seem odd to not know popular people but that was the way he was. Never did it seem important of him to keep accounts of people be popular or not. Same case for this guy.

"Mister Carry, glad to see you didn't miss the first day of school." Mr Smith stated sarcastically in a flat tone.

"Of course not! What do you take me for, sir?"  He said feigning offence at teacher's words.

"Of course you can't, take a seat and stop wasting my time. Now back to the lesson. Open your English books to page 69 . Ah. A good classic."

While few snickers from some other students passed after hearing the page number, Spencer made his way to his assigned seat beside a window.
He looked at the boy who was already there at the seat. An average height fellow in a brown patterned sweater. He had black hair that was styled to stick out everywhere with black eyeliner that complemented it. He looked a lot like rodrick heffley from the Diary Of A Wimpy Kid movie. The hot one.

The boy payed him no mind as Spencer sat down beside him. He took out his book and looked at him through his peripheral vision.

Although it wasn't that Griffin didn't notice Spencer he pretended not to.

"Its Spencer."

"It's Griffin." Griffin looked up at the other boy And gave a rather dull nod and a weak smile giving off more uninterested energy than he needed to.

Spencer smiled back. He decided not to press the guy and went back to his book. Trying to focus. He removed the bag he had set between the two of them prior to their exchange of names. He edged closer untill Griffin's and his knee were lightly brushing, decreasing the distance between the two.

Griffin never wanted things from others. And neither does he wants anything from Spencer. But the way
He sat beside him they're knees slightly touching made his heart flutter. He almost didn't trust himself enough to not do anything weird.

It hadn't even been an hour this guy had entered Griffin's life and he was already messing with his head. This was going to be a long year.

Before he could do anything questionable like he suspected, Griffin quickly placed his hands on the table and moved his leg away keeping them close to himself and far away from Spencer. He looked into his book to distract himself and decided figuring out where the rest of the class was reading would be a fair enough distraction.