America sighed to himself, considering how to respond to the note. He then opted to write a quick response, hoping whoever it was wouldn't be too concerned.
It wasn't something he wasn't used to- he was used to it, people writing crappy stuff on his desk. He was careful though, he didn't want to worry Mrs. Dackermon, he always wiped it away before she could see.
It wasn't anything new; the f-slur, a couple "kys"s, a "Fat ass", and a too many ways of calling him a "Whore" or "slut"(Not that he even knew what it meant, any time he asked, he just got told "Look at your brother, don't be like that", and when he'd asked Canada, his younger brother literally said "I'm not gonna corrupt the baby"). He was not "For the streets", thank you very much.
He just opted to write: "Nothing I'm not used to, just a few insults written on my desk". He left the smoothed out note on the desk, taking a guess that the person - the same one leaving him the "You're beautiful " notes mind you- would probably come to collect it after class. He was distracted from that train of thought when he heard something else hit his desk.
It sounded light, not making much noise, just enough to pull him away from his thoughts. He looked down to see what it was- his stomach sunk when he saw another piece of paper. He reluctantly unraveled the paper, knowing that the likelihood of the note being good or nice was extremely low. He reluctantly unraveled it to read it.
He was pleasantly surprised, and a bit flustered, that the note wasn't derogatory, but rather had "You're such a pretty boy" written on it.
And it was the same handwriting as the sticky notes and the previous note. He carefully tucked this note into his notebook to keep for later.
He smiled a little to himself, that note made his day feel a little bit better. Maybe today would be an okay day. He could hope, dang it!
Eventually the second period ended and it was time to head to lunch.
He paused in the hall when he noticed that Russia (he'd come to learn the name of the handsome fellow he'd wanted to help the other day) was wearing the knitted scarf he'd put in his locker. He internally jumped for joy, quickly snapping a very motion blurred picture. He had to tell Lis, she'd loose her damn mind over it.
He quickly made his way to the library, once there pulling out a salad from his bag(thank God for his dad understanding his dietary restrictions!). He settled himself in his favorite quiet corner, opened his salad then turned on his phone.
He sent the picture to Lis- his discord friend by the name of i_work_for_satan666 - with a keyboard smash caption.
She responded to this with an: "OvO he accepts?"
He laughed to himself as he responded in the affirmative. He continued to eat his salad while he texted Lis. She was one of the few people in his corner, though she was only an online friend.
i_work_for_satan666: But does he know it's you tho
i_work_for_satan666: it's an important question -
SpaceBoy74: No...
i_work_for_satan666: birb brain
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SpaceBoy74: Hushhhhh
i_work_for_satan666: Tell himmm
i_work_for_satan666: If he isn't ok with it he don't deserve you UwU
SpaceBoy74: I don't wanna risk it Lis...
i_work_for_satan666: Risk it for the biscuit!
SpaceBoy74: I don't want to risk it for the biscuit
i_work_for_satan666: Well ya should
i_work_for_satan666: ...Eh he'll probably catch you
SpaceBoy74: He relies on school transport-
SpaceBoy74: no he won't
SpaceBoy74: I'll just stop putting the gifts in his locker before school >:v
i_work_for_satan666: :(
i_work_for_satan666: Tell him
SpaceBoy74: no
i_work_for_satan666: :(
He laughed a little, glad he'd brought another gift for Russia with his today- it'd make it easier to not get caught. Even if Lis though he should tell Russia. He disagreed with her and thought it was a genuinely horrible idea.
He smiled a little to himself as he continued eating, wondering about what if Lis was right. What if Russia was okay with it?
He shook his head to clear his head and looked at his phone, only to see that it was nearing the time for him to head to class.
He texted Lis a quick "goodbye" before getting up and taking his trash to throw away. He then started towards the gym and locker rooms.
Once he was at the locker room, he grabbed his clothes from his locker and went into one of the stalls to change. He didn't like the idea of someone coming in and almost catching him changing again.
He took off the chest sleeve and threw on the gym shirt, repeating the process with his shorts.
Once he was done, he took the clothes and folded them, putting them in his locker.
While he was changing, he'd heard someone coming into the locker room. He'd definitely been right to change in the stall.
As he walked out of the locker room, he quickly glanced around, wondering who had come in. He mildly panicked when he saw that two people were in the locker room - Cuba and Russia. He quickly left, making sure to not look at either of them too long.
He left the locker room, stopping by the water fountain to have some water before class started.
He found himself being the first person in the gymnasium, which wasn't too surprising. He let his mind wander until class started.
Upon hearing the footsteps of Coach Faulk, America looked up and saw that only some of the people were there. He shrugged a little, the consequences for them weren't his, so it didn't really matter much to him.
Soon enough, class started - they were doing rope climbing (something he was actually really good at!).
He actually found himself enjoying the class and not paying attention to anything anyone else was saying.
He actually fully enjoyed it when he reached the top of the rope, being so high up made his inner bird very happy.
Soon enough though class came to an end, so he went to the locker room and quickly changed before heading to his last class of the day.
Their teacher, Mr. Reindheart was back in the front of their classroom, a slideshow pulled up. He looked excited to teach, as always.
America took his seat and waited for the bell, humming a little to himself while he did, glancing over to the window.
Before he knew it, the bell rang and Mr. Reindheart looked around the room to see if everyone was there. He also made sure to call role before the lecture was to start.
"Now, Let's get into the moles!" He paused after saying this, looking a little bashful for a second. "Well, we're talking about titration today, so still technically moles!"
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Sticky Notes And Trinkets(Rusame)
Fiksi PenggemarAs Russia got a closer look at America, he found himself regretting telling him to fuck off. The other was cute and he now realized that he wasn't trying to get anything, was just trying to be nice. He was going to apologize, but lost the guts after...
