Do you want to know a secret?

Part one

School. Oh boy. It was the last place Paul wanted to be. His uniform tie felt like it was choking him. His blazer felt too tight. His hair felt out of place and every aspect of how he looked made him feel increasingly insecure. What if his dumb fifteen year old voice broke halfway through his introduction to the class? That would surely earn him a years worth of bullying, and he wasn't putting up with that again.  

He was the only one down the vast corridor. Everyone else had been in lesson for a long time. Stupid dad. couldn't even get the start time right. Paul took a deep, slow breath and shut his eyes tight. "Come on, Paul. Pull yourself together. You can do this," He whispered to himself softly before knocking on the polished wooden classroom door with his shaky pale hand. immediately he wished that he had not done that and just ran. It was way too late. Five seconds after his knock, the teacher opened the door and looked at him. "Finally you get here," She stated whilst rolling her eyes. Paul quickly looked down and mumbled an apology. "No no... It's fine. It's not like I have a class to teach. Not an inconvenience at all," She said in a sarcastic voice. Paul felt his stomach sink and the feeling of worthlessness washed over him. He wasn't even in the classroom yet. 

Click. Click. His polished black shoes trotted against the hard wooden floor as the class fell silent. Many curious eyes fell upon him and away from their work. Paul looked like a deer in headlights. "Class! This is our new student, James McCartney," The teacher announced to them all clearly. Paul cleared his throat and mumbled, "Actually I prefer Paul, Miss." The teacher quickly corrected herself and carried on waffling on about Paul. He didn't care. He was way too busy surveying the other students. He tried to figure out who he would have a chance of being friends with, and who will be shoving him into lockers. The students seemed to be doing the same thing. Girl's were giggling in awe over his adorable looks, and the boys were giving him an intimidating stare. Well all the boys, except one. 

In the corner, near the back, was a boy with soft brown eyes and soft caramel brown hair. He wasn't sizing up Paul in an intimidating way. He was... Was he smirking slightly? Why was he smirking? Paul suddenly felt self conscious under the mysterious boy's gaze. He hugged his slightly chubby frame and pulled his eyes away from the boy. Despite the boy's seemingly dominate nature, there was something intriguing about him. 

No way could Paul find this boy attractive. Sure Paul was gay and happily comfortable with it, but this boy looked like the kind of guy who would beat up a boy like him. It was probably best to stay away from him. Paul was quickly snapped out of his trance when the teacher handed Paul a book and pointed to a seat. His eyes fell upon the seat and his hazel eyes widened. Just his luck. The seat was right next to the boy. He quickly took hold of the book and dumped himself into the chair. He just had to get through this lesson. No big deal. Right?