A/N: lissome, adjective, slender and graceful. This is my first story on Wattpad! :)
Matthias's Point of View:
Well, my personal statement and CV are looking fucking fantastic! No clubs, no voluntary work, no service to the school (aside from my wonderful presence - witty, sarcastic, damn good-looking, the list goes on), nothing. I may have won an award or two for being on the basketball team, what, three years ago, but other than that, the sheet we've been given to draft on sits in front of me, the only words on there are readily typed (Arial fourteen point text to be specific), staring at me, daring me to write something.
Who to ask, who to ask?
I scan the room, trying to find someone with an actually bloody decent CV. Harry? No, he's been excluded, like, thrice. Adriana? No, she's far too stuck up; plus she has a crush on me. She'll get the wrong idea if I even attempt to talk to her...
Zavier?
My entire expression lights up. He's smart, he's a goodie-two-shoes, he's a nerd, he's perfect!
I slide my chair across the floor loudly, cherishing, not only the scrape of it across the wooden floor, but the look my teacher, Ms Hart, shoots me. I flash a cheeky grin and walk over to Zavier. I clear my throat and he looks up.
"Oh, Matthias. Is there anything you need?" he asks, sounding timid and shy, but looking up at me, his light grey eyes boring into my too-bright blue eyes.
"Yeah. How the fuck do you do this?" I ask non-nonchalantly, sliding my sheet in front of him.
He glances from it to me and back, biting the inside of his cheek and motioning for me to sit beside him, "Well, firstly, I suppose I should ask - have you had any achievements during your roll here?" he asks.
"What, aside from practically ruling this damn school?" I smirk.
"Yes, aside from that." he says, a small smile creeping onto his face; at least this nerd knows how to take a joke.
I think. God damn, this is hard. "Um... I've been in the basketball club and we won the championships for the city. Does that count?"
He laughs, "Of course." he then smiles and writes it down, bubbling it and writing more stuff.
"Wow, you're fucking fast at thinking, aren't you?" I say, not spitefully or anything, it's just an observation - besides, fast thinking isn't exactly a bad skill, is it? My parents would be prouder of me if I was as smart as this kid!
"Okay, any service to the school?" he asks.
"Nope." I say, a little proudly, prompting Zavier to roll his eyes. I laugh a little. "Well, aside from being the most handsome, most witty and most amazing ever to grace these halls? Nope."
Zavier laughs. Fuck, that laugh is adorable. I blush lightly and look away.
"Okay, you can be a part of the school council. You only have to attend when a teacher's supervising. How about that?" Zavier says.
I nod, "Good idea. Thanks." I ruffle his ginger hair. Fuck, it's soft..
"I-it's fine," he stammers. I don't miss the redness tinting his cheeks. "Um, I'll write you a draft, and post it into your locker tomorrow, okay?"
My facial expression suggests surprise, but my tone is calm, cool, collected, like it always is, "Sure. Thanks for the help. See you around." I say and walk back to my desk, a cocky smirk on my face as Ms Hart rolls her eyes.
"Mr Mainwood, please don't go to other students for help on your CV. It's yours and yours alone. If you've done nothing to make it good, then you deserve everything that's coming to you. The staff of this school have been warning you for far too long." she says.
"Thanks for the constructive criticism, Ms Hart." I say, sarcastically. "What about your CV? Hm? If you can criticize mine, I'm sure you can show us how to write a perfect CV that will get me into one of the top colleges, no?"
That shuts her up. Fucking good. Her annoying, high-pitched voice makes me want to rip my eardrums out.
Zavier's Point of View:
I slump into a seat in the middle of the bus - did you know your chance of survival is increased if you sit towards the middle, in an aisle seat? - and pull out my phone, mind wondering towards Matthias. I've never paid much attention to him, never understood why so many people find him attractive. Bloody hell, those eyes. The minute you look into them - properly - you're in too deep, almost drowning in your love for him.
Allah, give me strength.
I can't even talk to my parents about this - they're extremely religious Muslims, they'd never understand how I - their 'perfect' Muslim son - can be attracted to guys. That's unnatural, that's disgusting. They've said so before. I asked them how they feel about homosexuals and... let's just say it didn't turn out too well.
"Nerd." someone comments as the walk past me, purposely hitting me with their bag. I roll my eyes. Whatever. I'm used to this kind of treatment.
I gaze out of the window and see Matthias leaving school with a group of people. The sun's rays hit his hair, making it look lighter than usual, laughing, looking graceful, almost ethereal.
I really am in too deep, aren't I?
I sigh as the bus roars to life, leaving hell, and its only angel, behind.
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"Asalaamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh, Zavier!" my mother calls from the kitchen, the moment I enter the house.
"Hi, mother." I say, soon after, hearing her sigh loudly.
"How many times have I told you to greet me the proper, Islamic way?" she asks. I don't reply and go upstairs.
Okay, maybe the way I treated my mother there was kind of rude, but when will she realise that religion is meant to be a choice, not something a person is born into and forced to follow? I pull my tie off and go on Facebook, fingers dancing a little as I hesitate to type in the search box.
Do it, one part of me says.
Are you crazy, the other screams.
I type in his name - Matthias Mainwood - and press search. A few search results come up, the third one a picture of him, eyes a vibrant blue in the sun. I take a breath to stop my heart from jumping out of my chest and send a request.
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