Mikas Finnished always knew he was different. In every way, really. He was always stared at in the hallways of Shirebrook High School. Girls and boys alike would stare at him as he made his way to his assigned classes. Even the teachers would stare. He was born with the problem that ran in the Finnished family blood. His mother warned him that he should use his supposed disability for the better, but it was very tempting for poor Mikas. He was just too hot.
One particular day, he was in science and noticed the head of long, curly black hair in front of him. He knew the boy's name was Will Redleen, and that he was in almost all of the same classes with him, but he failed to notice him until now. Mikas watched as Will ran his hand through his thick curly hair. He subconsciously sighed. Will turned around and raised a black eyebrow. Mikas relaxed his facial muscles and grinned.
"Can I help you with something?" Will asked Mikas, looking deep into his brown eyes. Mikas cleared his throat. There's quite a few things you could help me with actually, he thought to himself. "Actually, yes," he said biting his lip. "I don't know how to convert centimeters to yards." Will turned his chair around and scooted it to where he was across from Mikas. "It's actually quite simple. See, the first thing you do is find out how many centimeters are in an inch, so, Mikas, how many centimeters are in an inch?" The boys fell silent. "Um, like, 10," Mikas finally said. Will shook his head and sighed. "It's 3, Mikas. There's only 3 centimeters in an inch." Mikas giggled. "Oops, I guess I need tutoring." Will's head shot up. "Yeah, I don't think that will be happening anytime soon. Anyways, there are 12 inches in a foot, so 36 centimeters. And how many feet are in a yard?" Mikas rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Like, seven, duh." Will's jaw tensed. "Try 3." He said pointedly at Mikas.
Mikas sat up straighter. (A/N: unlike his sexuality lol k bye) and flipped his hair. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that." Will smirked. "Okay, so what's 36 multiplied by 3?" Mikas whipped out his phone and quickly entered the calculation. "108," he said shortly. Will chuckled deeply. Oh what I would give to hear that vibration against my- . "Great job, Mikas, I think you've got the hang of it now." Will said as he turned around. "But wait, I think I really do need a tutor-" Mikas tried to get his attention again but as soon as a kid named Dylan walked up to Will, he was completely forgotten.
"Aye, Will! What've you been up to bruh?" Will smirked and leaned back. "I don't know, man. What's up with you?" Dylan nodded his upwards as he rested his arms on the side of Will's desk. "You see that girl over there, the blonde one?" Will shook his head up and down. "Who? Ashlyn? Yeah, what about her?" Dylan grinned. "She likes you, bruh." Mikas felt a pit of annoyance at the girl. Will put on his signature smirk. "Really? Well let's see what we can do about that, shall we?"
