No Homo (Boy x Boy)

Scarlet

Scarlet POV

When I finally arrived at the bus stop the bus was just pulling up. The mad dash of teenagers battling to get on the bus and out of the rain seemed like a supernatural force to me on days like today where I was tired and the world passed by in a hazy drizzle. One of the last to step on, I nod in acknowledgement to the driver and make my way to the nearest empty seat. I sort of see my reflection for the first time this morning, distorted in the rain splattered window, longish damp dark hair sticking out at odd angles curled with the rain and ebony eyes rimmed with red. I looked like death personified but I was not the only one who was battling with looks and rain that day as I soon found out.

As the bus trundled to a halt and the next wave of tired and depressed teens got on, a boy from my year Fred or something, got on looking like like he'd just got out of the plunge pool at a water park. I have to admit, the see through shirt and disgruntled wet hair, darkened in the rain looked good on him. Wait, what?

I sat there praying that no terrified year seven or cocky nine would come and sit next to me. I put my earphones on and glared stormily out of the window. It didn't help as five seconds later I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned quickly ready to yell at the year seven who'd dared to bother me but I stopped as my eyes came level with a white shirt clinging to a sculpted abdomen. It was that Fred kid.

'Hey' he said 'Scar, right? Look there's no place else to sit, I didn't really want to bother you as you seemed busy brooding and all but...'

He trailed off, he spoke with a slight sing songy accent, it was refreshing when you were usually surrounded with a chavvy English accent. Wait brooding? I scowled and swore under my breath

'Fanculo'

He sat down.

' I heard that,' he said, 'it's rude to speak in other languages when you know the people around you don't understand.'

'What would you know of other languages, English bastard.'

He looked mildly amused for a moment before his face turned to a hard scowl.

'First of all I am not English I'm Welsh and second of all of haliwr English is not my first language either'

Mildly impressed by this, but also annoyed I turned back to my phone ignoring him.

The bus journey passed slowly. When we finally arrived at school the bus pulled in and the doors swung open. All the occupants of the metal death trap stood up and me and Frey-I think- rose too, both of us smacking our heads on the roof of the bus. Eager to get out of the close and suffocatingly damp bus. We shoved our way out. After nodding to the driver and stepping off the bus I made my way to meet my friends Nate, Jonathan and the rest of the guys before heading to first lesson.

When I arrived in geography, five minutes late due to the bus, I sat down with my friends and started discussing our summers. I was then unapologetically interrupted by Jessica sitting down next week to me. It wasn't as if I really knew why I hated her so much. It could be the cloud of cheap, too sweet perfume that followed her around, her annoying laugh and the way she spoke, the fact that you could meet a gnat with more brain cells than her or the fact like she looked like a reversed ginger, with horrifically orange fake tan skin, too much foundation and bleach white hair with too long, dark roots. I never thought I would actually say this but I was glad when the teacher walked in. I was even more glad when she announced we would have a seating plan - seriously, anything to get away from Jessica - but I could not fight the hatred that bubbled into my stomach as Frey walked through the door and the teacher announced he would be sitting by me.

'We meet again fellow ABE supporter' he said sarcastically as he sat down.

I scoffed at this and looked away. He'd dried off slightly since the bus ride and his shirt was no longer stuck to his body. It surprised me that I was slightly disappointed with this. What is my mind today? Where did these thoughts come from? I thought for a moment that maybe this wouldn't be that bad if I just kept conversation to a minimum and got on with my work. That was until the teacher, I should really learn her name, said those words that made my stomach drop.

'The person sat next to you is your partner and will be for the rest of the year, you will have to do a project for your coursework comparing the lives of people in two countries in Europe. It is your choice which countries these are, do not expect any help from me, this is your project'

You know those moments where you're in a class and it just erupts in loud discussion, it was one of those, but the difference this time was I just sat there stunned, unable to make even a witty joke at the prospect of working with Frey for the rest of the year.

'Right,' he said suddenly, breaking the uneasy silence between us, 'you're Italian aren't you? And as we established this morning I am Welsh. So why don't we just use those? It would be relatively easy to get first hand sources then and second hand even simpler.'

I couldn't argue with his logic so I just nodded. It wasn't until he said Italy, my country, was basically an LEDC that I really had a problem with it.

'How dare you!' I yelled. 'At least people aren't known for shagging sheep in my country.'

'Well at least my country isn't known just for being a drain on the European economy' he countered.

It was then I'd had it with him, I grabbed his shirt ready to smack him one when the bell for next lesson went. I dropped him quickly, gathering my things and chucking them in my bag. I threw a glare over my shoulder as I stormed out, not caring to look at his face to see his reaction to my outburst.

'Stupid fanculo' I muttered as I walked down the hall, scattering a crowd of year sevens. Today was a black day, in terms of mood and Frey was right in the middle of a whole lot of negative feelings.

Chapter By: camisodo