My lover boy

charlie spring

I get into school, and I see Harry sitting on the benches just outside the get with imogen. Imogen waves me over, and I smile and walk over

"Nicholas!" She smiles and hugs me

"Hi, imogen," I say, hugging her back

"Can you believe we're in year 11 now," she says, pulling away from the hug "were gonna be stuck doing exams now."

"Yeah, it's going to be horrible." I laugh

I've been friends with imogen since year seven, and I think she's my only real friend, like I know I'm friends with the lads and everything but we're only friends because we're all on the rugby team and if we wasn't we wouldn't even know each other

I do feel bad that I haven't told imogen about me, but I feel scared that she'd treat me differently and not like how she treats the other guys. I will probably tell her, but eventually

"Oi Nick, where have you been all summer? You ain't been going out," Harry says,

"Oh, I was on holiday, and I guess I've been busy," I say, trying to play off . My dysphoria was so bad, and I never left my room

"Busy doing what?" He asks

Shit shit shit I have to think quickly. I thought he wouldn't ask something like that. I thought he would js leave it

"Um, well, my family has been around and stuff," I say, fuck I really hope he believes it

"Nice nice" Harry says nodding

"Oh Harry shush it's not like you havnt been snogging girls all summer" imogen says

Most of the lads sitting at the benches laugh at it and Harry just glares at us keeping quiet. The bell eventually goes, and I let out a sigh before saying bye to imogen and walking into the school building

There's been a new form change where a few people from every year is in the same form, I don't know why it sounds so stupid, like do you really expect year sevens to get on with year elevens

I go over to my new form, which is in B25, hamlet 5, with Mr lange. I guess he's alright, I had him in year eight as my English teacher

I open the door and walk in, there's quite a lot of people in here already, and Mr. lange walks over to me, smiling

"Well, if it isn't Nick nelson, welcome back," he says happily, a little too happy on the first day back

"Hi Mr lange," I say

"Let's see where I put you on the seating plan." he picks up a piece of paper and looks at for a few minutes."As yes, you'll be sitting over there next to charlie Spring."

I look over at the table, and i nod, slowly walking over there. Charlie Spring? He was the boy who got outed last year. I would have helped him, but I didn't really know him. I don't know why I didn't help him

I walk over to the desk, put my bag under the table, and sit down next to him. He looks over at me, his bright blue, icy eyes looking into mine. He smiles and waves a bit

"Hi," he says

"Hi."

A/N
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