perfect

fool in love

(⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️)(This Chapter contains alot of August)

It's the morning after, the morning after i made the maybe biggest mistake of my life. my feelings are being weird, i've never felt this way before. Am i in love? i don't know but it feels like it, atleast that's what i heard from the others that have fallen in love before.

I wake up with a slight feeling of pleasure and unresistable love for a socialist boy, or well, that's what August calls him. his name is Simon, Simon erikkson, what i see on his Instagram he is venezuelan or atleast Spanish, he has dark brown to black soft curly hair. don't ask me how I know it's soft. I'm confused, but I like him. I like him very much actually.

after a while of scrolling on Simon his Instagram I get up and get into my clothes for the day, I look out of my window and sigh at the sight of august running again. why is he always training? do I even want to know? I don't think so.

I look at the time and walk to the dining room to grab some breakfast, it's 8AM nearly time for classes. "fuck I'm running late" I whispered to myself as I looked at the time on my phone while walking down the halls going to the classroom for my English class with professor Englund.

I got to the classroom a few minutes late and opened the door "welcome Wilhelm, take a seat" professor Englund said, I nodded and walked into the classroom looking around for a seat. the only seat free was the one next to him. next to Simon. next to the boy I fantasized kissing.

with a little hesitation I sat down and opened my books and searched for my pencil "fuck" I whispered quietly to myself, "forgot your pencil?" Simon said whispering close to my ear, I could feel his hot breath brush against my face and my heart did the weird thing again, like butterflies getting let out of their cage. "uhm...uh yes, yes I forgot my pencil" I whispered back after what felt like hours, I couldn't just say anything. I wanted to but my throat closed every time I tried to talk. like I was frozen.

he gave me a pencil and chuckled softly. I looked at him confused "why are you laughing!!" I said whispering, he looked at me and held his laugh while saying back "it's just funny how much of a fool you can be". I look away from him and look down into my notebook, a fool? what does he mean? a fool in love? that's true I think? but no. I'm not in love. not with him. that's impossible.