An Alternative Love

1: You're Hot

                  

"Class, we have a new student today." My teacher says. Almost as if on cue, the most beautiful guy I've ever seen walks in. "Would you like to introduce yourself?" She asks him. He freezes, and lowers his head. HE'S NERVOUS OMFG THAT'S CUTE.

"Uh...Hey. I'm Oliver. I'm 16...and I like music."

'What kind of music do you like Oliver?" My teacher, Ms. M asks. (We call her Ms. M because no one can pronounce her real name." Oliver starts playing with his grey jacket sleeve.

"I'm into a lot of bands. I usually like metal-core and alternative bands." He says, nodding.

SAME. OH MY GOD.

"Well, I know James likes that stuff. Maybe you can make friends with him." Ms. M says, pointing to me.  "James, raise your hand so he knows who you are." I raise my hand, trying not to blush. Oliver sits behind me and places his stuff down. His 6'5  body towering over mine.

I grab a piece of paper and start scribbling on a piece of paper, so I can tell Kelly an important piece of information.

"J: OMFG HE'S SO CUTE."  I pass Kelly the note.

"K: I know! @ potential mate love me plz." She writes back.

" J: IKR! @ beautiful boy fuck me up XD" I respond.

"K: He's more ur type tho."

J:"True. Tall, thin (yet fit),kind of quiet, and hot in an Evan Peters kind of way."

She stops paying attention to me and looks at him, he mouths something to her. She giggles and winks at me.

FUCK. HE'S STRAIGHT

He leans in close, his breath on the back of my neck sends shivers down my spine. He hands me a torn corner of a piece of notebook paper. I read it.

"You're hot in an Andy Biersack kind of way."

Oliver POV

James raises his hand. He's fucking beautiful. He smiles, and starts playing with his piercing. OK, is he doing this on accident or is he trying to fuck me up?

I sit behind him and I notice him and some girl writing on a piece of paper, passing notes. I read as much as I can without looking creepy.

Kelly hands him the note.

"I know! [...} me please"

" @ attractive male fuck me." Well, okay then. I guess he's not straight. (Thank God)

"He's more your type"  YES.

"True...and hot in an Evan Peters kind of way."  Yeah right, Evan is a beautiful man.

I rip a corner off of a page from my notebook.

You're hot in an Andy Biersack kind of way. I write

I pass him the note, making sure to get as close to him as I possibly can. His neck is so close to my lips that I almost kiss it, but I don't, and I  go back into flirt mode.

"Here." I whisper. He shudders.

When he reads it, his whole body tenses, and relaxes. In a good way.

I'm gonna love this class.