No Homo (Boy x Boy)

Frey

Frey's POV

I like to look back and reflect every now and then to how stupid I was in the past. Good thing I didn't have to look far as at least five minutes ago I truly believed my day couldn't get worse. Well, you can probably that it did.

Having lived in England most of my life, you would think that I would be used to the shit weather, but even so I had still managed to forget my coat during September, a month when rain seemed to be more frequent. So, here I was at the crappy tin shed I call a bus stop, looking like I had entered some kind of wet tee shirt contest if such a thing existed.

I dug through my bag hoping to find an umbrella but I had no luck. All I could find was an empty packet of chewing gum, two broken pencils, a pen which was drained of all its ink and an A5 notebook with a very artistic penis scribbled on the front, no doubt put there by one of my friends.

"All of that crap but no umbrella? Shit." I muttered to myself as I zipped up my bag. Even an empty plastic carrier bag would've made a huge difference. I sighed pulling my numb hands into my jumper sleeves. Today was going to be a long day.

Time passed obviously and the bus arrived, only five minutes late. That was pretty good for our lazy bus driver who can't drive for shit. Sometimes, I question the sanity of the person who gave him his license.

As the cluster of procrastinating teenage zombies and small innocent first years piled up in front of the bus doors, I pulled off my jumper squeezing away the excess water in a futile attempt to look and feel a little drier. It wasn't like my shirt was any better; it was completely drenched to tell you the truth. But, I didn't think that taking off my shirt would be socially acceptable in this particular situation. Also, doing so might scare some of the year seven's on their first day which wouldn't be a good thing.

Too polite and awkward to push my way through the crowd, I was of course the last person on the bus (as usual). But unfortunately, I knew that this time I did not have a friend saving me a seat as I have done my entire secondary school life. All I could do was pray that I could find a seat on my own; my brain wasn't yet prepared for human interaction.

Unfortunately, God is a bit of an arsehole and decided to not only ignore my prayer for help but to force me to spend my first bus journey of Year Eleven next to Scarlet, the one person I hate more than anything or anyone, ever. I scanned the bus for any other seat completely desperate, but they were all full. I contemplated sitting on the floor, but after a short debate with myself, decided against it. I didn't want to show any weakness to Scarlet, and refusing to sit by him would seem rather cowardly.

I looked at him, tapping his shoulder as I asked to sit by him. Rather rudely I will admit. After sighing loudly, he heaved his bag off of the seat next to him putting it onto his lap muttering something in Italian, his first language, that couldn't have been anything nice. Having no other option, I sat next to him. Yep, my day definitely got worse.

Chapter By: @Beth_Likes_Mangos [Me]