I shrugged on my clothes, straightening out my leather jacket before grabbing the keys to my black Hummer H2 and heading out the door.
I wasn't excited to go to school. It was going to be yet another day of faking some persona just to fit in. Because apparently, you couldn't wear leather jackets and love baking and eating cupcakes. Now that is a huge misconception in this school, but one that I can tolerate. And I can only tolerate school because of one person: Saeran.
Saeran was a Junior, just as I was, and was someone who could easily hide in a crowd. No one paid any attention to him, and everyone ignored him. Everyone except me. He was the only one who saw through my facade, and it all started when I first took the culinary class at the beginning of Junior year.
My mom has always wanted to run a bakery, so over the years, I had gathered knowledge and even memorized recipes just so that one day I could make her smile in delight, something that didn't happen often ever since my father left us for our ex-next door neighbor. And her slut of a daughter. My mom had cried for hours and hours, night after night and day after day. Eventually, she pushed through, but I can still see the heartbreak in her eyes, my father had been everything to her, but I guess we just weren't good enough for that son of a bitch.
Anyway, whenever I started culinary class, I was moved to the advanced classroom just after the first week because Mrs. Murphy saw that I didn't belong in a class that was just learning how to make scrambled eggs. In the advanced class, you were given instructions on what type of dish to make, and you had to make something from scratch in that category. Sometimes you were allowed to use a recipe book and sometimes you were not.
My so-called friends made fun of me the first month of school. That was until I told them to shut the fuck up before I fucked them up so bad their mothers wouldn't recognize them because their face would be so misshapen. But on the inside, I hated the words that I had to spew just to save myself. Those words were not who I really was, in fact, I thought that no one saw through the mask I wore back then.
And boy, was I wrong.
Throughout the first semester of Junior year, I became fascinated with Saeran. He was quiet, but feisty once he was comfortable with you. And when he realized that he shot back something so snarky it had me giggling like a little girl, his face would turn the prettiest shade of pink and he would turn away, trying to hide from embarrassment.
And then there was a Friday, the last day before winter break, and I was prepping our station to make some danish pastries. We were allowed to make anything, but they were on of Saeran's favorites, of course behind cupcakes, but even I, who was an extreme cupcake enthusiast was getting a little tired of the same thing over and over and over again. But I could never bear to say no to such an adorable face, which was why I was setting up the station before he got here.
Saeran entered the room just before the tardy bell rang, which was unusual, but then when he came over to his seat next to me, he avoided my gaze, which was something he never did intentionally. And throughout the class period, whenever I would speak to him about what we were making, he used one-word answers or just shrugged his shoulders. He never blushed, which is what really made his actions stand out. It was almost like he was always blushing, and he made no snarky comments, which had become the highlight of my day over the course of just a few months.
So I decided that it was time to confess. I didn't think he liked me as I liked him, there was no way! And my heart ached at the thought that we would never be the same again. We would just be strangers that had a single class together. Saeran would again begin to disappear into the crowds of the school and I would be left alone, my mask the only glue keeping me upright as I faked my whole being around my so-called pals. But I also knew that it would hurt more to keep it all in. Saeran needed to know that I knew something was wrong, and he also needed to know why and how I noticed. And because I liked him so much, I had almost memorized his habits and little gestures that were the little sparkles in my day.
The bell rang, and Saeran jumped to his feet, moving to speed out of the classroom. But before he could get very far, I grabbed his wrist and pulled back. I heard him gasp as he stumbled into my chest. A deep red hue painted his face and he looked at my confused, asking with his eyes what the hell I was doing.
"I need to tell you something.", I said quietly. "But I don't want to do it here."
Saeran nodded quietly, tears filling his eyes and I just wanted to hug him right there and kiss those drops away, telling him that everything was going to be ok. But I was also too nervous to comprehend a happy ending at the moment, so I took his hand in mine gently and tugged him out to the back of the school and across the parking lot towards the line of trees that I sometimes snuck out to whenever I needed a break from everything.
We both sat side by side, up against the same tree, still holding hands until I let go in realization, blushing profusely.
"I-I like you, Saeran.", I murmured nervously, not daring to look to see his reaction. "I always have, but I'm afraid that I'm not who you think I am. Not only am I gay, but I'm a liar - "
I was interrupted by Saeran tackling my into the tightest hug I had ever experience, his tears spilling onto my shirt. I was so confused, shouldn't I be the one crying? I mean, wasn't he going to spat that I was the worst person on earth for lying about my own personality and I was a fag at most.
"I like you too.", Saeran said quietly in between hiccups, his fingers gripping tightly to the sides of my shirt. "I-I was a-acting w-weird today because I noticed that you were faking who you really were, which made me sad.", he said solemnly. "But I also wasn't talking because I realized that I like you, a lot!", he said cutely, beaming up at me.
I chuckled and squeezed him into my chest, rubbing my cheek against his hair.
Wanna guess where we went next?
A cupcake parlor.
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