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Adam's POV:
It was a cold day. The bitter wind nipped at my ankles and ears and as I rounded the corner to school I found myself tugging at the bottom of my shirt, as if I hoped a coat would just magically appear around my shoulders.
I live about 12 blocks away from school, and though waking to school used to be a chore, recently I've enjoyed the peace. I no longer notice the jungle of concrete skyscrapers or the abundance of nature and green. The wind picked up again. Gritting my teeth, I excepted that the cold in my chest had set for the day and I buried my chin into the brim of my shirt.
Since exams started, the timetable for my year group has collapsed. Teachers don't really care if you turn up to lessons or not. If you don't turn up they assume you're doing revision and studying; in theory it's great (study, study, study), but in practise it's unrealistic (party, sleep, party).
I don't bother turning up for tutor, instead I just sit on a back table in the cafeteria after buying a cup of instant coffee. The school coffee is lukewarm and disgusting, but I haven't bought it to drink it: just as an attempt to warm my hands. In order to actually get to the coffee-water, you have to scrape a layer of oily skin off the top, and I'd failed to pick up a spoon so I couldn't drink it even if I wanted to.
I did turn up for first period though. I had English Lit in a shabby classroom in the 2nd building. I figured I should show up because I have an exam in a few weeks, although in retrospect I could've done more revision in the corner of the cafeteria.
I also think subconsciously I showed up because I knew Chase was in that lesson.
I opened the door with caution, in case I was late, but as it turned out there was only one girl in the room - who had her nose in a revision guide - and the teacher wasn't even there yet. I threw my bag down and sat at the back of the room, paying little attention to the girl in the corner, who (by the way her eyes were frantically scanning each page) didn't notice me either.
Ten minutes had passed and I found myself constantly glancing at the door. A few more students had arrived, but the teacher hadn't (although it was not uncommon for teachers to be late during exam time) and I convinced myself that I had my eyes pinned on the door because I was waiting for the English teacher to walk in... and not because I was waiting for Chase.
But I did. I wanted Chase to push open the door and greet the whole room with his smile. I wanted him to glance my direction and I wanted to see a gentle blush sparkle on his cheeks. I wanted him to bat his beautiful emerald eyes and run his hand through his golden hair. I wanted him to...
Well, I wanted him to be mine.
My mind had wandered from my work. I'm not gay, I thought, tapping my pen against my empty page. He's just a guy. He's just a guy, whose not gay, and I'm just a guy, whose also not gay. I only think about him because I am...I pondered for a few seconds...I am intimidated by him. That's it! That's all it is, he is just popular and good-looking and I am intimidated by his confidence.
And then he walked through the door and I held my breath.
