Just Ignore It.

Chapter 1

I tried to focus on my civics assignment, but I found it extraordinarily difficult. It wasn't the usual reason, like the new Markiplier video, Taekwondo practice or my level in Overwatch. No, today was different. I passed the most attractive senior in the hallway. Well, okay, I didn't pass him, I bumped right into him and dropped all my stuff, made a fool of myself in front of everyone, and became completely star-struck for this senior. Now that wouldn't be problem if it weren't for two reasons:

He's a senior, I'm a sophomore.

And that little "He" you saw in the last sentence.

You see, I am a male.

He is a male.

I know that I am a bisexual, but I really don't need to be attracted a a guy right now. Not one I will possibly pass, have to talk to, etc etc. Because I get flustered very easily, and when I get flustered I blabber and talk like an idiot and do stupid shit. There has to be something I can do.

I stared at my civics paper for a moment, running my eyes over it feverishly, as if the answers would be written in ink, right next to how we pass a law in our legislator or right under the "Ryan" written next to the word "Name:".

How, president, be, but, will, bill, law, senate, ignore.

I stopped at the last word.

Ignore.

Well, it was the only option really. What was I to do? Confess? Over my dead body.

"Alright class, you have two minutes to clean up before the bell rings." Mr. Walter announced.

"If you didn't finish the classwork, it's your homework for the night." With that, he turned and sat at his desk.

I groaned. I had gotten... Maybe half of it done? I didn't have time for this. I had a raid at 5... I decided i'd get it done on the bus.

I gathered by things and waited by the door. When the bell rang, I walked quickly, stopping at my locker to put my things away. I speed walked down to the cafeteria, the loud noise of teenagers yelling filled my ears. I shoved my hands in my pockets and got at the back of the lunch line. Bored, I pulled out my phone, and scrolled through my Subscriptions to see who had uploaded what. Mark uploaded a video called "EMBRACE THE "RAGE" | Office Freakout", I frowned, remembering I needed to catch up on his Sister Location series, and of course I had a raid. Well, I didn't have one tomorrow, then would be a good time.

Loud yelling and laughing filled my ears, I turned my phone off and shoved it in my pocket. The loud yelling and laughing settled behind me. I ignored it at first, but then I heard his voice.

"Dude, that was literally not funny at all."

The laughing resumed, harder, occasionally you heard "Buuuuurned." Or "Roasted!"

His voice bounced around my head, the memory of when we bumped into each other filling my mind. I tried to ignore them more, but the memory of his voice remained. It seemed to pull me toward him, willing me to run to him and kiss him. I controlled myself for the most part, but I turned ever so slightly and glanced at him.

He was perfect. His hair was a slightly darker brown than my own, his eyes a dull blue that matched his face perfectly, he smiled and laughed at a comment I didn't hear.

"Hey, who's this little kid?" One of his friends asked.

"Really? 'Little kid'?" I asked, unamused.

"Oh come on, you can't be older than a Junior." Another said.

"I'm seventeen." I deadpanned, glaring at them.

I heard a few "Roasted!"s from the other kids, but Corie was looking at me quizzically.

"Aren't you the kid who bumped into me in the halls earlier?" He asked, his voice serious, but interested. My face heat up, and I turned my head away to hide it.

"Y-Yeah, that's me.." I trailed off, suddenly finding my shoes extremely interesting. I was praying he assumed my embarrassment was from bumping into him and not the fact that I wanted to kiss him stupid.

"Something wrong?" He asked.

I sucked in a breath. He thinks I'm weird.

"No, no, I'm fine, just a little uh.. Embarrased that I bumped into you is all." I lied. I tried to stand up straight, to look relaxed, but for some reason, I just, couldn't.

"What's your name?"

"Ryan." I choked out. Oh shit, this was not going well. I sucked in a breath and tried to compose myself.

I cleared my throat, turned around and said, "Well, sorry again." Turned right back around and tried to ignore the fact that Corie Miller was right behind me.

Holy shit, I royally fucked that up. He definitely saw the blush covering my face, oh I can hear the gay jokes already! Oh my god, how stupid can I be?! Shoving my hands deep into my pockets, I walked forward and went to grab the top tray in stack, as my hand grabbed onto the side, a hand brushed mine. I looked over. It was him. I practically jumped ten feet in the air before I turned on my heel, desperately trying to control my breathing.

His touch left a sort of imprint on my hand, like the ghost of a touch, wavering there in his absence. I cursed under my breath, I had to ignore this crush, pretend like it's not there, It's all I can do. Regaining my composure, I stood up straight and began picking my food from the array of options, purposely not making eye-contact with his beautiful face.

"Bro, something up?" One of his friends asked him.

"Hmm? Oh, uh, no, I'm fine, just, thinking." He stuttered.

"What about?"

"That civics assignment." He replied.

Of course. How could I have gotten my hopes up? It was stupid for me to think he was thinking about me. He's straight. That's the end of it.

"Did you and Cassy have another fight?" My ears perked up. The friends voice was a low whisper, intense but accusing.

"...Yea." Corie's response was also a whisper, fleeting and quiet.

"What about?"

"... I can't tell you." He said, even quieter, he sounded... flustered?

"Oh."

I didn't hear anymore of the conversation because it was my time to leave the lunch line. I speed walked my way over to my table where my table mates were discussing TF2 tactics. I smiled, sat down and began to eat with them.

But why would Corie and Cassy fight? They were basically the celebrity couple of the school, even some of the teachers knew they were dating. Well, last year there were rumors that Corie was fucking Meghan, but that was last year, and even then the rumors were debunked. Hmm...

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I seemed to see him every time I closed my eyes, like his face was painted to my eyelids, like a recording of his voice was playing on loop in my head. I barely payed attention in class that day, I spent that time listening to everything he ever said that I heard until every word sounded like a sound and not a word, the memory of his voice dance around my ears, his image floating around my vision. I suppressed it as best I could.

When I went to bed, I let my mind wander to places it shouldn't, places I won't go into detail of as I let myself drift off into sleep.

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Yo! Here it is! I'm planning on making the other chapters longer, and don't worry, the plot thickens at Chapter 3 ;)

Thanks for reading!