[TD NoCo] Not So Hidden Desires

[12] How it all started

Noah sat down in class and opened up a new notebook that he bought just yesterday on his way home.

He looked at it for a bit.

'Am I really doing this..? Isn't this something that girls usually do..? He probably won't even talk to me again after that...'

As he stared at his notebook, he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a trio of students walking in.

"Haha! I totally creamed you last night!" Cody said rather loudly.

"Did not! Gosh!" His friend complained.

Cody laughed and then noticed Noah.

He winked and gave him finger guns.

Noah widened his eyes slightly and blushed lightly.

He quickly looked down at his desk to avoid further eye contact.

Once Cody had said bye to his friends and had sat down at his seat, Noah opened up the notebook.

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Noah walked to the cafeteria, hugging his new diary in his arms.

Cody and his friends ran past him, but Cody suddenly stopped when he noticed him.

"Hey, Noah! Come eat with us!"

"No, thanks..."

"Are you sure? I made extra lunch!"

"No, I don't want to." He said stubbornly.

"Okay... but you're welcome anytime!" He let him know before running off to catch up with his friends.

They all sat down together.

"You guys saw that kid from this morning, right?" Cody asked.

"The one you fingergunned?" Trent asked.

"Yeah! His name is Noah~" Cody blushed as he said that.

Trent and Harold eyed each other.

"Isn't he hot??"

"Uh- since when do you like guys?" Harold asked.

"Since grade 6! When Duncan used to bully him." Trent let him know.

"Why'd you bring that up?" Cody asked.

"Isn't it because of Duncan that you started liking guys?" Trent asked.

"No!" Cody said in disbelief.

"Oh, sorry... it's just- you did call Duncan hot." Trent reminded him.

"That's because he is hot! But he's not the reason..."

"What was the reason then?" Harold wondered.

"Him!!" Cody showed them a picture of shirtless Justin modeling.

"Oh, some actor or something?" Harold asked casually.

"He's a model! And I saw him modeling underwear when I went to buy some!! I couldn't stop thinking about it that day... I ended up having a wet dream."

Harold spit his drink out.

"Are you okay?" Cody asked.

"How can you say that so casually?" Harold questioned.

"What..? It's true." Cody said, not understanding.

"Anyways..." Trent tried changing the subject. "So you like this kid, Noah?"

"Yeah! He's so hot!"

"Is that the only reason you like him?" Harold wondered.

"Well... we talked a little yesterday and he was easy to talk to. I want to get to know him, but... he doesn't seem at all interested. He seems like the type who prefers being alone."

"You can't force him if he's not interested." Trent agreed.

"He might not even be gay." Harold shrugged.

"That's true. He looks pretty straight." Trent agreed.

"Really? I'm not good at telling... but I'm okay just admiring him from far."

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It was time to go home and Cody and his friends were ready to leave when Cody spotted Noah.

He stopped his friends and watched him.

He was at his locker, putting things in his back.

Cody was just smiling like an idiot as he watched.

Noah finished up and slung his bag over his shoulder before walking off.

"Look at that butt." Cody said out of nowhere.

"Cody!" Harold called out in annoyance. "You can't just say that."

"Why can't I? He's got one fine ass." Cody repeated.

Harold groaned and rolled his eyes.

"You make it seem like you only want his body." Trent let him know.

"I do want his body..." Cody agreed. "What's wrong with that?"

"Just his body?" Trent asked.

"No... his face too." Cody added.

"Ugh..." Harold groaned.

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Noah lied down on his bed and opened up his notebook.

"Cody..." he mumbled and then sighed. "I wonder if he's gay..."

Noah started sketching a drawing of Cody as he thought to himself.

"Probably not. I'm not lucky enough for that..."

He drew a cute sketch of him smiling.

"I wonder what he looks like..." Noah mumbled before starting a new sketch of Cody making a pleasured face.

Noah bit his lip as his other hand made its way down.