Push Me (BoyxBoy)

What A Warm Welcome.

Louis POV

I walk into the school thinking my school life is going to change, for the better of course, but the minute I see what's going on behind a trashcan in the corner of the hallway, I knows it isn't going to be much different from my other three schools. I walk briskly by the trashcan trying his hardest to ignore the moans and the gagging of the girl on her knees. I feel a shiver run down my spine at the thought of a girl doing that to me. Gross.

I was openly gay, and have been since I was fifteen. I came out to his mom, dad, and sister all at the same time. All of them said that they knew all along. I shift my mind to the locker I am now standing in front of trying to get my mind off of my family. I open my locker stuffing my backpack in and getting a few things out I think I'm going to need for my first few periods.

I had gotten the schedule in them mail the last Friday. I get the paper with his bell timings on it and squint my eyes frowning down at the paper. I knew I should have brought my glasses, but I needed to at least try to make a good impression. Making a good impression did not consist of getting the shit beat out of me because I was a 'nerd'.

If someone said I was a nerd, I would probably punch them, because I am far from it actually. At my last school I made it out with three 'D's and one 'C'. I was sort of proud though. Ever since the accident my grades have been slipping drastically. I see that I have calculus first period and I feel like punching a wall and rejoicing at the same time.

I hate maths, with a burning passion in the pit of my stomach, but I am glad that I'm going to get it over with before the day actually starts. I keep studying over his paper until he hears a bell ring. Uh oh. "Late on my first day of school? How terrible." I mumble quietly to himself turning on my heels and walking toward the classroom.

I open the door and stumble inside feeling all eyes on me. I looks down at the ground and then up again looking for the teacher.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Tomlinson. You find the class okay?" A man asked me as he walked toward me.

"Uh, y-yeah? I guess." I mumble taking my eyes off the teacher looking for an open seat.

"Well, now that you know where my class is, I expect you to get here on time tomorrow. Got it?" He asked pausing to take a breath before starting up again turning to the class and introducing me properly.

"Guys, this is Louis Tomlinson he shall be with us from now on, so give him a warm welcome." Some of the class mumble a welcome to me as I turn red. He continues. "I'm Mr. Crawford. You can take a seat right there next to Mason." I nod as he gestures to a boy at the back of the classroom. He looks like the type I would want to sit next to anyway. I make my way toward the seat a light blush still on my face as I still feel eyes on me, following my every movement.

"Hi, I'm Mason. Nice to meet you." He turns in his desk trying to get a better look at me. I glance around the classroom one more time before offering him a small smile.

"M'Louis, nice to meet you too." And that was that. He turns around as the teacher start his class, and I drift away into lala land.

~~~Harry's POV

I see the new kid walk into the classroom late and I reach into my pocket wanting desperately to pull out a cigarette. I fumble with the box making sure to cause some attention to draw to myself, because for once, all eyes aren't on me. I accidentally let the box fall out of my pocket and unto the ground.

The new kid who I now knows is name Louis, what a stupid name for a grown boy, pays him know mind. Doesn't even cast me one glance. My eyebrows furrow as I pick up the box and stuffs it back into his pocket with a huff.

I hear the teacher telling him to sit next to Mason and I almost cheer. Maybe he can be my next fuck buddy. He looks gay enough and he definitely doesn't look like he has things planned. I'm hot as well, so why not give it a shot? I thought slyly to myself. I sit in front of the desk Louis is going to sit in so I try to come up with different things to say to him as he sits down.

Maybe I'll give him a little, Hey baby, my name's Harry. Wanna meet up later for some fun? It's worked plenty of times before. I can tell that he's desperate. I turn in my seat a little leaning my elbows on Louis' desk as I half listen to what the teacher is saying with his back turned to us. I glance at the teacher one more time before I grin at Louis knowing my dimples are popping out.

"Hey, babe." I deepens his voice the littlest bit trying to sound more husky and sexy. Louis breaks the gaze he was holding with the window and looks at me with wide blue eyes. After a moment his eyes go back to their normal state and his already placed frown deepens. Louis' frown makes my smile falter a little bit before I bring it back up knowing I can get anyone I want. Louis is probably just as easy as everyone else.

"Hi." He says shortly looking away again, back out the window. I follow his gaze looking out as well. I see nothing but blue skies and green grass.

"What's so interesting out there?" I whisper to him looking over my shoulder at the teacher again. While I'm looking at the teacher I notice a few girls glaring at Louis, probably because I'm talking to him. I smirk to myself before I turn back around to Louis. I see him reach into his pocket pulling out a case. He opens it with a depressing sigh getting out so glasses.

"A squirrel just ran up that tree, but a cat chased it back down."

My eyes snap to the window looking for a now dead squirrel.

"Poor squirrel." I hear him say under his breath. My grin is back full blown knowing he is a softy. I decide to change the subject before how he starts crying about how Ashton Kutcher is taken and he thought he really had a chance.

"So, my name is Harry, and I would like to hang out with you." I tell him slowly, but not missing a beat. He turns to look at me. The side of his mouth quirks up the tiniest bit, sort of a smirk?

He shakes his head quickly. "Nah." My mouth drops open at his completely wrong answer.

"Nah...nah?!" My voice grows louder. Too loud because the teacher turns around to glare at me. There's not thing he can really do though. All he can do is glare, he knows my mom is all powerful, hell for even glaring at me she could have him arrested for sexual harassment. I could run to her saying Mom! My teacher looked at me the wrong way. Well, when she's home.

I hear Louis snort behind me pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he does so.

"Yeah. Nah. I'm fine." He says to the back of my head, because I had turned around to glare right back at Mr. Crawford. What does he mean nah though? He can't just say nah I'm Harry Styles! No one turns me down. No matter how cliche that sounds.