Grading Love (BoyxBoy)

1: Bright Side of Missing Lessons

~*John's POV*~

It's the second week of our high school sophomore year.

And here I am, dashing through the corridors like a roadrunner.

Damn, I'm late again. Quite unfitting for a top student.

If only Harvey didn't lock me in the classroom, ugh.

However, it made me feel special in a rather weird but warm way.

If it was some other classmate of mine I'd probably shoot them with glares and give them the cold shoulder treatment as retribution for making me late for class, but if it's Harvey that pranks me like this though, I can't get mad at him.

Because it'd mean I meant something in his life, like how he does in mine.

When have I developed these one-sided feelings? I mean, surely I'm not gay.

Yet, why do I have the longing urge to brush my fingers through his soft hair, and the burning desire to at least feel the warmth of his hands?

And why the hell do I get so bashful whenever I end up looking into his eyes while his gaze at mine?

Weren't I famous for stalking our class muse last year? (which I deny)

Weren't I labeled as a playboy? (which I also deny)

Maybe I'm bi.

What a terrifying thought.

But its plausible that Harvey was the one who had awakened this lingering part of my heart.

No! I have to shut these feelings away, though it might be too late. What am I to do? How am I supposed to deal with this strong passion?

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I open the sliding door to the biology laboratory.

"Sorry I'm late." I humbly remarked, looking down at my feet. It wasn't because I was embarrassed of my tardiness, but because Harvey might be staring at me.

And staring back at him would just satisfy and fuel my infatuation.

"Go to your seat." the teacher said with a striking cold voice and I walked past the stools until I found at empty one, right next to Megan, the new student who transferred in the second year.

She was someone whom I barely talked to but being the new girl and all, everyone was interested in her and attempted to befriend her, but she wasn't very talkative.

I found her beautiful, the way her dark black hair framed her pretty face and brilliant, ice blue eyes beneath glasses gave her a solemn look. She could be a potential crush of mine.

Potential crush...

Letting the phrase come in to thoughts was enough for me to imagine Harvey's cute smile.

I mentally slapped myself, and returned my focus to the lesson.

My eyes betrayed me, however, and instead of looking at the blackboard, I ended up staring at Harvey again. I considered him as eye candy, and his serious composure during class was admirable. He looked striking and this set fire to the pits of my heart and sent butterflies to my stomach.