We Were Perfect ..

Chapter 1

Noah's POV
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I walked into the room of my first period class.
New school, new people. They don't know why you left your last school.

I hoped they didn't.

A plump, friendly-looking woman approached me. "Hey there ! What's your name?" I could feel my anxiety go through the roof already. "Noah. Noah Durrett." She scanned the list. "Ah ! You'll be sitting next to Michael Wulf." she said, pointing to a seat in the back. "I'm your teacher, Ms. Romano. You'll have me for your first period class. Have a seat, dear."

I walked to the seat she told me was mine. I pulled my long sleeves down over my arms to hide the cuts. The scars. The memories.. I pulled out my small notebook and doodled in it. "Hi. You're Noah?" I looked up and saw a cute boy with soft brown hair and dark blue eyes. "Y-Yeah." I managed to stutter out. The boy smiled. "Great, I'm Michael Wulf ! My name is weird, I know. Anyway, Ms. Romano said I have to be your guide since you're new. I mean, I accepted happily so it wasn't forced.. sorry I'm awkward." I laughed. "Don't worry, so am I."

Michael sat next to me and pulled out his textbook. "Whatcha drawing?" he asked, peeking at my notebook. I held up a picture of a cat surrounded by flowers. "This is my cat, Mia." Michael smiled. "It's beautiful. You're really good at drawing." I blushed a little. "T-Thanks..!" Ms. Romano stood up. "Alright class, time to start first period."

First period went by pretty slowly. I put my notebook and textbook into my backpack and walked to the door before realizing I had no idea where to go. Michael caught up to me. "Need some help?" I nodded awkwardly. "Who do you have next?" I struggled to remember my schedule. "Um.. Mr. Cazden, I think?" Michael smiled. He does that a lot. What a happy boy. "You're in luck because I have him too!" He walked off, probably expecting me to follow (which I did). And lucky for little ol' (gay) me, Michael sits next to me in this class too.

TIMESKIP TO LUNCH
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I grabbed a tray and sat down at an empty table. No way was I about to sit with my classmates. They probably think I'm some weird .. emo .. quiet kid. I ran a hand through my black hair. I sighed, prepared to eat alone (like usual) when a beautiful, familiar boy sat with me. "Hey Noahhh!" I smiled. "Hey Michael." Michael gasped dramatically. "Did you just .. smile?? I never thought I'd see Noah Durrett do such a thing !" I rolled my eyes. "Don't you have other friends to annoy?" Michael frowned. "Sorry if I'm being annoying.." he muttered. "No! That's not what I meant! I'm sorry. I think you're cute- I mean.. cool! I'm sorry I fumbled with my words and I didn't mean it you aren't cute. I mean, you are. But like, I'm not gay. I like girls." By the time I finished that sentence my heart was pounding and I was sweating. Michael just kinda sat there quietly. "Thanks, you're cool too. And probably cute. But I'm not gay either."
God, lying to such a happy boy felt horrible.

The bell rang and I got up to go to next period, silently following Michael.