Ethan

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ETHANS POV.

I honestly hate this school.

The teachers put all the blame for stuff on me just because I'm popular.

It's honestly bullshit.

I've already been sent to a different classroom for French.

Miss scories.

I acctualy hate her.

She can't even teach.

I was walking there and she was outside complaining too the poor soul she had sent out this time.

Jake.

The kid that is quite and a bit geeky but also never really gets picked on or harrased.

Why?

Because everypne knows about his issues.

Everyone knows he's been hospitalised because of his mental health.

We just leave him alone.

"Ey Miss."

"No go away ethan" she says in her thuck french accent.

"I've been sent in ere tho."

"Really."

"Yes."

"Well I have no empty tables."

"I'll find somewhere."

"There is an empty chair by Jake."

"Great I'll sit there."

And I did I sat by Jake.

"Hey Jake."

"What?"

"You're gay aren't ya"

"Yeah so."

"Nothing just asking."

"Well you got your answer."

"So what made you gay."

"Ed sheeran came into my house sprinkled rainbow glitter on my head and said 'I declare you a homosexual'."

"Really?"

"Fuck no"

"Then what."

"Nothing made me gay I just am."

"So then who so do ya like."

"No one."

"Nah come one tell me."

"No."

"Why not."

"Cause you're a prick."

"What?"

"You conatantly pick on my mates so just piss off and leave me alone."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't fucking apologise to me apologise to them!"

I just sat in silence the rest off the lesson.

Some people had overheard our convo and spread it around.

Fucking hell.

A/N hi I updated it

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