Nolli: No Homo

1. That Boy

It was a dark, cloudy morning, like every other one seemed to be. I was starting at a new school. In the middle of the year. My SENIOR year. Fun, right? No. No actually it isn't. So shut the hell up. Anyways, I walked up to the school, because fuck school transportation I lived a block away. I go inside and the first thing I see is everyone crowding around some fight. I just walk past. Class was gonna start soon and I needed to stop by the office.

Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw; I should probably introduce myself huh? Well you'll meet me later. I'm important I promise (not really). I head into the office and sign in. The lady just hands me papers, pretty much knowing who I am already. I was in last week but went home because NOPE. I'm just starting to fill out the papers as the girls who where fighting earlier came in. One had blood and weave stuck in what was left of her fake nails, and the other held fake nails and pieces of clothing.

Then, a boy walks in. At least, I think it's a boy? They're taller than me, with short brown hair, lightly tanned skin, dark eyes, braces, and pretty nicely dressed for school. But it's not my place to judge. He came in, picked up a couple papers for some teacher and walked out. But as he walked out, he looked at me, and winked. Then he was gone. By then I knew my face was red because as I turned in my papers the lady at the front desk said, "He's a cutie, ain't he?"

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I walked into my class and handed my pass to the teacher. Before I could walk to my seat he stopped me. "What's the rush? Why don't you introduce yourself since you've decided to kindly interrupt my class." He smirked. I sighed and went back up front. I took in a deep breath and looked around nervously. "H-Hi... I'm Oliver Richard, but everyone just calls me Ollie-" Then I saw him. The boy from before. "You can sit down now, Mr. Ollie." The teacher said. The class chuckled as I stumbled to my seat, ironically next to that boy.

The teacher proceeded with his lesion, but I didn't pay attention. My heart was racing too fast. The boy glanced at me again before smirking and looking back at the board. I felt my face heat up and I decided to just write down notes...

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Ah Lunch, the place where everyone is divided into sections (A.k.a. Everyone vs new kid), food is thrown at people, and fights break out. I sat down alone at a table and kept reading my book. Suddenly someone cleared their throat behind me. I ignored it. But they did it again. "Excuse me sir do you have a cold or something? If you do I'd really prefer not to ge-" as I was turning around in my seat, they knocked it over. My head scraped against the brick wall and I hissed in pain. I sat up and looked at the jocks who did it. "This is our table, meat, go find your own." One of them hissed. "Okay fine, Jesus you could've just said something instead of being a dick..." I mumbled as I got up.

One of them pushed me over again, knocking more chairs over. "What did you say?" I slowly got up. "I said, You didn't have to be a dick!" I was suddenly slammed against the wall. I could feel them hitting me, punch after punch. I tried my best to fight back but they where too big. There was shouting heard behind them and they walked off and threw me to the ground. I coughed and wheezed. I could barley open my eyes. Then someone came running up to me. They shook me gently. Then yelled something. I opened my eyes just enough to see it was that boy again. Damn... why the hell does this seem so cliché...?