harlem: frickin- I want some action. soon. frickle.
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After the bell rang a few seconds later from our "greeting" we both awkwardly left the nurse's office. Sercretly I wanted to be with him, alone like that, longer. Sure, of course he was very attractive but that wasn't it. The way he gazed into my eyes before breaking eye contact. His smile made me feel.... fluttery. Like a butterfly just had a huge butterfly party with all of his butterfly friends in my chest. Music pumping to the beat of my heart, going a million miles a second. I was afraid i'd pass out after he shook my hand. Oh dear god his hand felt so soft but rough in a weird construction man way. Like my father. Damn my stupid fucked up mind.
Austin and I were walking side by side as we walked through the halls when suddenly I felt every single person stare at me. Oh satan help..
I felt light headed leaning against Austin's arm for support. He stopped quickly and helped me up trying to turn around back towards the nurse's office.
"Hey you alright?" his voice was quiet enough for only me to hear so that nobody would draw their attention to me falling into his arms.
"I-i'm.. f-fine..." I managed to mutter as I stood up straight quickly shaking my head. That was a bad idea. Austin looked at me with concern then pushed me a little bit towards the nurse's
"C-come on lets just see if you should chillaxe" he laughed nervously seemingly panicked about me almost fainting. I pushed him away gently contining to walk towards my next class when suddenly I felt like boiling acid creeping up my throat. Oh go-
I couldn't even finish my thought because next thing I knew I was puking in front of the entire school. Or at least the hallway.
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Once again I woke up in that same damn room with that same damn boy. Is this what friendship really is? or is it... like he's protecting me? I wasn't sure anymore.
"Hey, you're alive" Austin sat on a small stood next to the cold table with a smirk on his face. He chuckled quietly at his remark.
".... fuck my life" I whispered as I sat up slowly holding my stomach when the memories slowly flooded back. Did I seriously puke on my first day? I'm fucking pathetic. How can Austin even sit next to me? Isn't he afraid of my horrible personality rubbing off on him?
"Hey, swearing isn't cool" he stuck out his finger and waved it at me mockingly. Austin's eyes seemed much happier from when I first saw him. Little flecks of gold stuck out of his brown eyes. Realizing I was staring into his eyes I turned away from him and looked down at my jeans to see if they were even clean from my vomit. No sign of anything too major.
"W-what time is it?" I asked softly
"Almost lunch actually. For both of us" he answered quickly. I shook my head to move my bangs over my face when I looked back at him again.
"W-w... w-why are you s-still..."
"here with you?" he finished my question slowly before looking at me
"Y-yeah... shouldn't you b-be in c-c-class?" mentally slapping myself for being such a studdering mess.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay." Austin blinked a few times as he said that and I noticed how red his cheeks were getting.
He's blushing around me? What, was I suddenly naked or something? Why was he the one getting flustered? I'm the one who thinks you're the sweetest boy I've met so far!
"... w-well i-i... t-thanks I guess.." I managed to mumble
"N-no problem.." we sat in silence for a little bit until he finally whispered with a smirk
"I-i like your shirt..."
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harlem: don't shoot me. vote comment share idc just tHANKS FOR 100 READS WTF Thank u bye,,
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Hayran KurguAwkward, clearly emo boy Ethan has to learn to survive high school on his own. Approached by bullies, friendly strangers and teens with tattoos has never seemed so scary.
