Kenma has moved to a smaller house in a smaller town. When he arrives he meets two boys.. or rather, they meet him.. suddenly he experiences things he never would have before.. everything seems great.. until it isn't.
*WARNING* medium sexual and do...
I don't really know what to say. So I guess I won't tell anyone about why we moved here.
First class was Art class. I was put into this elective without choice since I just moved here. I was one of the first in the class, so I decided to get started on my project. It was a free draw assignment and I just wanted to be able to take my mind of things as soon as possible.
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Someone immediately comes to check me out once they step through the door. It's not always the same but most the times it's always-
" Helloooo there you must be new her-... wait.. what the heck? "
Other kids begin to come into the classroom, and what seems to be his friends, walk by his side.
" What's going on Lev? " I hear as I begin to look up for the first time. I realize that the " Lev " guy is huge, and the short shrimpy kid by him is tiny. I try to not snicker at the height difference. The other friend looks at me closely.
" Yoo, hate to ask but are you a chic or nah man.. " Lev's other friend asks, trying to sound " chill " or whatever the teens call it now a days.
" Oh course, and a babe at that. You're lucky she didn't sock you right now. There's nothing masculine about this gem, she just doesn't wear makeup. " I shiver at that voice behind me. I turn around and there is another tall figure ( doesn't help that I'm sitting down ) with tan skin and dark hair. Behind him there is a just as tall boy, with dark hair but lighter skin. They down sit next to me as the tan one leans in closer to me as he remarks, " you're a natural beauty, you don't need it. "
He's obviously putting up a facade to try to " wooo " me. I don't really object, I don't care how people see me because I'm not going to let myself get close with any of them anyways.
As the three boys find their own seats, the tan one leans over again to whisper in my ear and he softly places his hand on the small of my back. I almost question his audacity before he says, " meet me after this class." He flicks my baby Adams apple, the thing that usually gives away that I may be male, and winks at me.
