Brad stood at Connors door, reaching his hand out to knock on it. He held his breath as he heard con shuffling around through the door, till eventually he opened it.
"B-Brad? What are y-you doing here?" He asks letting Brad in. He was already dressed. But his hair was messy and he still looked tired.
"I wanted to walk you to school!" Brad chirps pulling con into hug well he tried to fix his fringe. He smiled letting go of his hair and hugged Brad back. After they pulled apart the brunette was smiling fondly as Connor went back to trying to make himself look presentable.
"You know you look great!" Brad announces pulling the boys hands away from his hair so he could peck his lips. Con felt colour rush to his face and he shrugs slightly.
"Y-yeah well you t-think so cause your m-my boyfriend," he looks at the ground, shifting on the balls of his feet as Brad laughs at him slightly.
"Yes, I'm your boyfriend" he forces Cons chin up with his hand so he could look him in the eyes "and I know you look great." He finishes removing his hand from the other boys red face, and he doesn't look down.
"Ohh s-stop it!" Connor laughs a little picking up his backpack off the ground and slinging it over his shoulder. "We c-can continue this-s argument later" he gives brad a cheeky grin as he opens the door.
"Can't wait." He returns the smirk, steeping outside. "Can I take your hand?" Brad asks politely, holding out his hand hoping con would take It.
"No." Con shakes his head and Brad looks at the pavement, only to look back up when he feels a cold hand intertwine with his. "Y-yes Brad, y-you can."
"Tease." Brad sticks his tongue out at the smaller boy playfully. He shrugs in reply and pulls the brunette along towards school.
When they they get there, the boys walk in still grasping the others hand. They earn a few stares, and a few smiles as the couple saunters down the hallway. Very few people here were actually homophobic. It was just different.
"Hey Brad! James was- woah what happened here?" Tris gallops up to the boys noticing the change. "Brad I know you dig Con but you don't need to lead him around school by the hand" he teases smirking at the curly-haired boy who's face was starting to heat up.
"Oh please, I'm not pulling con anywhere" he rolls his eyes and adds proudly "he's my boyfriend, you know!" Tristan's eyes widen a little, but he didn't seem too surprised.
"Cute" he smiles patting Brad on the shoulder "I have a new OTP! Bronnor." he smiles proudly at his ship name before he walks away, leaving con and Brad to head to math.
They enter the classroom together early. Only a few kids had shown up so far. Brad didn't let go of the pale boys hand till he sat down in his desk.
"One second!" he whispers to con, before leaving him to go talk to the teacher. It took a few minutes before he came skipping back over and siting himself down beside con.
"W-what are y-you doing?" He asks tilting his head slightly at his boyfriend. He smiles back at Connor pulling his binder out of his backpack.
"Just felt like sitting beside my baby!" he shrugs and he earns a small giggle out of con who was still confused. "I asked the teacher, I'm aloud to move here."
"How did-d you m-mange that?" Butterfly's rise in cons stomach for a few seconds before they settle down. He shrugs again, opening his mouth but closing it again his face going solemn.
"Brady, you sit over there?" Amelia's voice fills Connors ears and he shudders, looking at the ground. Brad rolls his eyes and ignores the girl, continuing his conversation.
"I just told him since your new it would be nice if a friend could sit beside you" he try's to communicate with the boy but he had gone into turtle mode with Amelia so close.
"Oh! I see!" She chirps "you just wanted to help out this pathetic fag. My boyfriends such a gentleman" Brads face goes red and he grabs Connors hand looking straight at Amelia.
But before he can say anything, Connor sits up and turns to face her. "You bitch! Brad isn't you're boyfriend! He belongs to someone else." he snaps. Brad was taken aback by his surge of confidence, and so was Amelia.
"Don't you dare talk to me that way!" she growls causing con to whimper and turn back around. "What's he talking about Brad?" She turns to the brunette angrily.
"Do you need me to clarify?" Brad smirks slightly, squeezing cons hand. "I'm dating someone else now." This caused the blonde boy to snort in attempt to stifle a laugh. That infuriated Amelia and she hit in the back of the head, her face now glowing red. Now Brad stands up letting go of cons hand, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists.
"You touch him again and I swear god I will... Kill you, you bitch!" He whispers his breath rising slightly in anger. "You are just a fucking bitch who needs to get her head out of the fucking clouds! Okay!"
"Okay boo, I'll find a way to take care of this faggot, don't worry," and with that she bounces off as the bell rings. He sat back down to see his boyfriend shaking and on the verge of tears.
"She won't hurt you anymore, babe," he whispers to the terrified boy "I won't let her!" He looks back at the girl- who was now being smothered by her gang of shanks - with pure and utter hatred. There was no way
she was ever getting away with that. Not while Brad stood on two feet.
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Hey guysssss! Okay honestly I had an absolute shit day but I'm in bed writing and it feels real good. Tomorrow's a new day!!! I love all of you guys :)
- Katie <3
