Grading Love (BoyxBoy)

13: It's A Rather Prominent Book

[For those who don't know, 'sempai' or 'senpai' is a Japanese honoriffic for upperclassmen.]

"John, I'm doing this because.. I love you."

Wh-wh-what!? "Love" me!? I-I can't.. I mean, um..

"D-Dont screw around with me!" I pulled away from Mark, and ran.

"John! Wait!"

I can't go to the classroom, Harvey will probably be distraught. (and I can't face the teacher for being late, ugh.)

Dammit, why do I feel like this!?

There's no way Mark could be.. um, bent.

So yeah. I continued to run.

Thinking about it, this reminds me of the very first time I was late for Biotech..

Except right now, I'm running away from something, or someone. And that was Mark.

"John, wait! Please, listen to me!" he continued to yell out to me but I didn't turn back once.

H-He..is trying to break me away from Harvey.

Why was I so insensitive?

Why couldn't I notice how much I had hurt Harvey?

My legs were about to give up, but Mark's stamina wasn't dying out.

He was my friend, but he changed so much, I didn't think he would start making me feel weird in all the wrong places. Right now wasn't the time to face him, especially after what he did, and said.

Oh, there's a library! I can stay there for a while.

I try to pace my steps and with the last of my energy, I dashed to grab the door handle. I entered the library, shut the door, and my legs gave in as I collapsed to the floor. I didn't think I was THIS unfit.

My feet felt sore and I could barely catch my breath.

I calmed down as I heard Mark's footsteps farther away from the other side of the door. Phew.

Now I can relax--

"Excuse me, but you cannot loiter in the library. Or anywhere else."

I looked up to see a tall student with jet black hair. Is he an upperclassman?

"I'm sorry sempai, I was in a hurry, and I had to run from-" my voice stopped short when he suddenly looked serious.

"Running in the halls is forbidden as well. Hand over your student ID, please."

Realizing there's no way to reason with him, I gave him my ID.

"Hm, John Agate, the CYL President for the sophomores? I didn't know you violated school rules."

"I'm sorry." I looked down, slightly ashamed.

"Hey come on, Paul, don't be so harsh on the younger ones." What a familiar voice. It took me a while to recognize.

"Ah, good morning Peter." I greeted politely.

"Haha, mornin' John." the friendly student said.

He is Peter Beryl. The Student Council President. Responsible and reliable. And for the sake of everyone involved, lemme just state that he's straight.

"Peter! Don't just interrupt." the upperclassman who is now identified as "Paul", said.

"Relax, loosen up a bit."