Change (Boyxboy.)

Chapter 2

Hey guys. Next chapter  is here but I might stop writing the story because  my dad wants me to publish the stuff I write for money.  That's  no fun , I know, but what can I do ? Dad is dad. Anyway in the meantime enjoy my story.

Kyle's POV.

I walked down the hall of the school, the music  blasting  loudly in my ears. 

I just couldn't  stand  this stupid school.

I was on my way to my first lesson : English. 

I hated it.

As I strode up the hall to my classroom I felt people shove me against lockers. Each time I hit a locker I groaned with pain. My shoulder was already spent and I really wanted to kill these stupid jocks. 

The bell went off and I made my way to my class not even bothering to stop at my locker. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I frowned, pulling it out. I looked at the number on the screen and groaned.

Jenne

I ignored the phone and threw it in my pocket, letting it buzz.

Ever since I left to my aunt's house, I didn't bother contacting with any of my old friends.

I didn't want their pity. I didn't want to talk to anyone from my old life. 

And I since I wasn't intending to make any new friends in this hell of a place.. 

Yeah , I was quite alone. 

Not that I cared. It was probably my fault.

Ever since  I got to this school I rejected them all. 

From my first day I was a jerk and ignored everyone. The first girl that came onto me, regretted it. 

I was proudly gay and I didn't give an actual fuck what all the rest thought of it. 

I plopped on my seat and I could swear someone was staring at me.

I turned around to see a guy I've never seen here before. I had one word for him. Beautiful. 

He was delicate, and seemed completely adorable. He was looking at me only for a minute until he realized I was watching him as well. His baby blue eyes diverted away from me and he blushed lightly, the blush way too visible on his pale skin.

He removed few black straight hair strands and tucked them behind his ear.

He had some emo haircut that would probably look bad on anyone else but he was perfect. His facial features were delicate just like his whole figure was.

"Okay class." Mrs.Martins entered the room with a bright smile that always made me want to puke. "Today we are working in pairs and so it will last for the rest of the year. We have a lot of literature to study , and the projects and analysis will be done in pairs."

I groaned internally. This is going to be a nightmare to me. 

I don't mind failing on my own. Now I have to fail someone with me? That sucks. For my partner, I mean. 

"You all read the book Night , I presume? "

The class nodded and mumbled weak "Yes." I avoided answering. Of COURSE I didn't read that crap! 

"Well. I allowed myself to partner you all up. Now, since Devon here is new to this school and so is Kyle , you will work together. Please come over and take your first working sheet." She requested and I furrowed my eyebrows as the fragile looking boy made his way towards Mrs.Martins' Desk.