Lars,the most rich kid in school,meets the nobody:Koen.Unexpectedly,they become friends,though Koen is the weird kid.As they dive deeper into their friendship, they discover things they didn't want to know.What will they do?will they ignore and clos...
Note:There will be no smut since the boys im writting about are inspired off my two homophobic classmates who are still in 7th grade so though I hate them,I won't sexualise minors.Also english is not my native language (I do bilingual in school though so 80% of my classes are in english and im one of the best ones at that topic)so spelling mistakes can occur. Also this is a two POV story :3 Thanks for reading <3
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I look at my alarm-06;25 AM.Im supposed to get up in five minutes,though I absolutely don't want to.Its the first day of 12th grade,something that I always looked forward to as a kid.I obviously don't anymore.Infact,I would rather die than go to school today.
My name is Lars and im the rich kid.Yes,a popular rich boy at school who gets all the girls.I have one,though.Erin.She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen,though sometimes it feels weird being with her.I don't really know why.It just feels like we're gonna break up at any second,it has felt like that since we were together-3 years ago-though,so i'm not too worried.
I'm turning 17 in two months.It feels like such a huge age there's a gap in my stomach everytime I think about it.Thats why I barely do,I just keep moving forward and don't bother thinking about the future.
My alarm goes off.
With a big sigh,I get up and go to the bathroom.After a quick shower I get dressed-Jeans,Vans, A H&M button-up and a sweater.
I look in the mirror-my blonde hair is annoyingly messy.I try to comb it and even use products but it keeps being a fluffy mess.My blue eyes are so bright they're scary.Leonardo DiCrapio rip-off.Thats what the girls at school call me.
I almost run downstairs.I quickly eat breakfast and pack my lunch with my school books in my bag.Then I brush my teeth.I don't bother saying bye to my parents-they barely notice me.
You would expect a rich kid to have a chauffeur to bike them to school,but no:I'm forced to walk.We live 5 minutes away,though,so I get it.Its just embarrassing when I have to lie to my friends that the chauffeur drops me off a few minutes away from school.
I don't really care about my friends.I mean,they're nice,but I never had a big connection with them.If they were to leave me right now I would have new ones in less than a day.
Its different for other kids,though.They have cool unique friends with interesting talents while Im stuck with people who are basically just copies from each other-not that I'm any different than them.I sometimes just wish I didn't have to be the rich kid and that I could be like the quiet artistic boys who sit in the corner during Lunch.But ofcourse wishes never come true,For me they're just fantasies.
After five minutes of walking I arrive at school.My friends are already there-their rich shoes and plaid shirts blending in the dull place.
They notice me.Max,one of my best friends,waves me over ''Oi Lars!Good to see you bro.''
