Simon's POV
I was known as the popular kid and everyone else knew that. I hate being the popular one, mainly because i have a crush on someone who isn't anywhere close to popularity.
The cute little boy who wears a plain black hoodie, a burgundy beanie, grey jeans and red converse. He's always in the library so i rarely get to see him.
I sit at the lunch table as i kindly tell this slut to leave me alone. I swear this school needs a uniform. Some girls are wearing shorts that are so high, you can actually see their butt. I hate it.
Everyone knows I'm into guys, yet these girls still come up to me and ask me out.
"Yo Si Bro. Have you seen Spencer today?" Ethan came up to me and asked. He's part of the "popular" group. It's Ethan, Josh, JJ, Harry,Tobi and I who are the popular boys.
"Nah why?" I ask, taking a bite of my sandwich. "She's been looking for you all day!" He laughs. The rest of the boys come and sit down beside Ethan and I.
"Has she?" I asked, clueless. I knew she liked me, but she was kind about it. She didn't ask me out like every time see saw me, which i like about her.
"What are you lads talking about?" Josh asked. "Spencer and Simon!" Ethan smiles. The boys freak out over it. And this is why i hate them sometimes.
"I'm into guys and you know this!" I plead, trying to get them to stop. "But you two are adorable together!" JJ laughs, pushing the other.
"I like someone else!" I blurt out. Ah shit. "Wait what!?" Josh looks at me. "Who is it!??!' Tobi asked. "Is it Jason?" Harry asked.
"Would you all just zip it!?" I say. They all shut up. "It's not Jason. It's a guy, you probably don't know him though." I mutter.
"Whooooo??" JJ asked. "Ooooh is it one of the 7 guys you've been with in the past month?" Josh asked.
"It was 8 actually..." I mutter under my breath. It's true, I have been with 8 guys in the past month.
"You player!" Ethan giggles. "Oh shut up." I groan. "It's Vikk guys. Now leave me alone!" I whisper-yell. They all look slightly confused mixed in with somewhat surprised.
"Isn't that the nerd who's always in the library?" Josh asked. I nodded. "He's not a nerd. Just smart, there's a difference." I glare. He holds his hands up.
"In my defense, he's top in all his classes. And I'm talking 95 and higher. Not just 90's" Josh counters. "Whatever." I mutter, standing up.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked. "Outside.Don't follow." I say. They didn't follow me, and i was happy because i saw Vikk leaning on a tree while reading a book.
I walk over to the boy, shoving my hands into my pockets. "What'cha readin'??" I smile, scaring him.
"U-uh erm...T-the tu-tunnel." He stutters cutely. "What's it about?" I ask sweetly, sitting down in front of him.
"A-a boy wh-who uh-uh c-can tell-tell wh-where a-a pers-son is a-at all t-times." He fumbles, keeping his eyes on the page. "Sounds interesting. Do you like it?" I ask. He nods quickly.
"Vikk, that's your name right?" I ask. He looks up for a split second and then nods. "I like it." I smile. His face turns hot as he bites his lower lip. "T-thanks.." He mumbles.
"Are you busy tonight?" I ask. Let's pray he says no. "Erm uh y-yeah." He mewled quietly. "Awh darn. I'd love to take you out to eat sometime." I say, not joking.
"I-i wa-was t-told no-not to tr-trust y-you." He mumbles, bringing his knees closer to his body. "Why not?" I ask. "I-i don-don't wan-t m-y hea-rt br-broken." he says, closing his book.
"Why would i break your heart?" I ask, frowning. I did truly like him, so i was sad because he couldn't trust me. "Y-you-'ve b-been...." He gives up, pulling out a pen and piece of paper.
He writes words down and hands it to me. 'You've been with tons of different guys then broke their hearts' I look back up at him.
"I like you Vikk." I sigh. "I wa-was tol-told to sa-save m-my hea-heart." He says. I look up at him, wondering if he was referencing to a song.
"I swear this time i mean it...?" I say, in slight question. He looks up at me with big eyes. "Miserable at best?" He asks, no stutter at all.
"Terrible things?" I smile. "Mayday Parade." We say at the same time. I loved that band and have for ages.
"I-i lo-loved that b-ba-band." He smiles, relaxing a bit. "Me too...Y'know, their coming to London soon. And i may or may not have two tickets..." I smile.
He looks up at me, slightly confused. "Wanna come with me?" I ask. He smiles widely, looking happy as ever.
"Yes!" He smiles. I bite my lip trying to contain my happiness. "It's Friday? You able to go?" I ask. He thinks for a second but then nods.
"Do you have a phone?" I ask. He nods and pulls it out of his pocket. I smile, pulling a piece of paper out and writing down my number.
"Hit me up cutie" I wink, getting up and walking away. I'm too excited, more than i should be. My phone buzzes so i pull it out and see a new message request.
Unknown- *Hited*
You- Loser :p
Unknown- Comin' from the person who likes this loser.
You-True.
I laugh and slip it back into my pocket. I'm going to a concert with the cutest boy in the school.
Holy hell.
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I promise I'm still alive xD I was working on a one shot which is probably almost 2000 words....I'm not gonna post it though because i don't think it's good and kinda weird...Anyway....
I NEED REQUESTS. I'm running out of ideas! Halp.
Just give me a ship and an idea. Simple!
