I sat in the very back of the classroom as always, doodling the crow perched on the tree outside the window in my worn down notebook; when the door opened. I looked over and saw the principle with a boy standing behind him.
The boy had porcelain skin, beautifully contradicted by his somber black hair. He had a faint crimson glow on his cheeks.
Mr. Hardy entered the classroom, delicate boy in tow."This is Philip" he said distastefully. He had an endless hatred for kids, looking down upon us all like bugs.
Our maths teacher pointed to the only empty seat, to my right, and directed Philip to go sit down. The boy looked at me, blushed, and quietly made his way forward. As soon as he was seated math continued just like normal.I wasn't paying any mind to the boring lesson Instead, I was studying the boy named Philip. I made sure the teacher was facing the board when I leaned in towards the boy and whispered, "Hi, My name's Dan"
He glanced at me his cheeks a soft scarlet "I-im Phil"
Holy shit. His eyes. They held the ocean. They were beautiful blue on the surface with many secrets underneath. I found myself wanting to discover them all. His eyes held depth.
I wanted to stare into them for hours but instead I smiled at him, trying my best to make him feel welcomed rather then uncomfortable.
"Its nice to meet you Phil, I can help you find your next class after this one's over"
"Nice to meet you too, thank you so much" he quickly whispered then focused his attention back to the front.
I never paid much attention in this class because well, I didn't care. I didn't like or want to learn stupid stuff I didn't need.
Phil, on the other hand was taking notes and trying to keep up with the lesson.
I liked girls, but this boy was very beautiful to me. His presence sang of politeness, a very soft person.
I chose not to dwell on this topic. I don't like putting people in categories. It isn't fair. I don't need a title.After class was over, Phil looked at me bashfully and handed me his schedule. I scanned the paper looking for his second hour.
"Ah, your next class is history. I'm sorry, Mr. Mal is quite mean, But hey! You have art with me, so after art if you want you can sit with me at lunch"
He smiled softly, a precious giggle falling through his light peach lips.
"I'd love to" he said as we walked through the door, making our way to his class. His was on the other side of the school from where mine was.
I got him to his class and waved goodbye before turning and sprinting down the hall desperately trying to make it to science on time.
I was almost there when Justin saw me and stuck his foot out tripping me. He looked down at me and laughed. "Faggot"
I ignored him picked myself up and ran into the classroom just as the late bell rang.
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The Boy With Oceans In His Eyes
FanficI am not really sure where im going with this story