entanglement

Chance Meetings

I looked out the window. It held an uneven layer of dust.The school itself with it's budget cuts must also have cut cleaning as a necessity. I had been staring at a tree outside.I was not really focussing on it though, it was that point when your looking at something and it begins to blur that I found myself viewing this tree. All I could manage out of this sighting were the colors.I knew it was there, of course. I had a lot on my mind, more then this mundane class could offer me. In that moment I so badly wanted to be outside, just escape this old oak desk that held years of scribbles from others who found boredom before I had. The sound of the bell awoke me. My vision returning to it's natural state as I came back to this class, to this school, to this town.

I started to put my yellow spiral notebook that had Troye written in a horribly obnoxious black font on the front into my blue back pack. I had a mechanical pencil in hand figuring that in the next class I might use it. I proceeded to zip my bag closed, still sitting in my seat when my desk was thumped. Looking over my right shoulder stood a boy. The first thing I noticed was the color of his skin, like warm honey. It was highlighted well even in this fake Florissant light. He had dark brown eyes. His lips lifted up to one side as a peek of perfect white teeth stuck out onto his lips in a biting motion. Upon those baby pink lips, I then realized he was walking backwards, looking at me.

My eyes held a bit of surprise I am sure as my mouth fell agape and I nervously put my left hand through my hair still looking at this boy. It was then he turned with a black back pack situated perfectly over his right shoulder and a very confident jock walk started. And soon he was out the door of this history class. I stilled,looking at the door wondering what had just happened. What had just taken place. I felt nervous and the creep of fluttering wings took place inside myself as my heart lifted. I did not understand this. Why did I feel this way. Why did I feel this way over a boy. A boy I did not know. A boy I had never seen before.

I looked down then, at my backpack for a second before grabbing it and also putting it over my right shoulder. I looked out the window once more. Looking out to the back of the teachers parking lot. I then turned towards the door and proceeded to walk out of this class. I wonder who he is. I had never seen this boy in this school, it wouldn't help that I was always too busy daydreaming or that I had a lack of friends. I found myself too soon in the busy hum of a crowded hallway. Again they all seemed to blur with just colors as I found myself deep in my mind, wondering about this boy.

I trudged down the hallway trying to clear my mind. I had managed the second I stepped into my English class. I walked to the back row and sat down two seats away from the window. The teacher went and closed the door. She wore what teachers wear when they get older and cannot stand their legs. A long red skirt hung from her hips and ended right at the middle of her shin, tucked in was a white crisp polo that had remnants of dried ketchup from lunch, presumedly . She then proceeded to walk to her desk which held upon it three stacks or so of our next book to read.

"Hello class, as you all have seen by now, there are books..." Before she could finish however a rally of groans rang out in the class.

"Now none of that or I will see to it that you make that same noise in the principle's office."She stated.As if all of us would fit into the office of that horrible hag. Her hands smoothing down the front of her skirt was accompanied by her clearing her throat. She then picked up one of the books of the top of the nearest stack. The book was purple and had gold lettering.

"King Lear by Shakespeare.Now in my class we will not fantasize over the loss of lovers scorned by families but rather by a man who himself has gone mad. We will not hear of traitorous best friends but one of a crazed king." During this whole speech, she has managed to grab several more books and pass them to the front of each row, which in turn passed until it got to the back row.

When the book finally reached my hands, and I mumbled a thank you to the girl ahead of me. Turning the book correctly so I could once more read King Lear in gold lettering.None of us were kings and none of us were mad. Why were reading this?

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Short Chapter. Hi everyone this is a new story I have written and it is one I am very excited to write.You will soon find out, but don't think what will happen is going to happen because I have an idea of where I want this to go and I don't think you'll be disappointed. I was inspired to write this because of troye's new album coming out. A lot of what he talks about on his videos about the album intrigued me. This is a gay romance, so if that is something that offends you I am sorry but in that case just feel free to un-save my book or stop reading and be on your way to other great books on wattpad. I hope the rest who stay understand that I was writing this in hopes that I could grasp an ounce of what love may be like for gay people. I think it is amazing that it is something that is used to be so hushed about and now we can see people fully being themselves and loving who they want to love. Anyways I hope you have a great day and or night, wherever you may be in the world.

The song I listened to whilst writing this is:

Elevator Song(feat. Ren Ford) by Keaton Henson, Ren Ford

It is a great, just relaxing instrumental if you are into that sort of thing.

Love and Always Love,

~s.j.~