drama club {boyxboy} {willxnico}

i can hear the bells

   a/n: in the process of re-editing

Can't you feel my heartbeat keeping perfect time?
And all because he touched me, he looked at me and stared
Yes, he bumped me, my heart was unprepared
When he tapped me and knocked me off my feet
One little touch, now my life's complete

"you look tired," said my step-sister, hazel. "did you eat this morning, nico?"

   i nodded through my lies, not wanting her to know that i had skipped another meal. i get my family cares about my well-being, and i love them for it, but i get so sick of explaining myself. or at least, trying to avoid explaining. "of course, sis."

   judging by the way she bit her lip, she knew i was lying but knew better than to keep nagging me. "are you nervous?" she asked.

   "you know i am," i stated. being honest isn't necessarily my thing, but i'm too focused on my sweaty palms to focus on hiding my feelings. we've spent the summer in this town, moving immediately after sophomore year. "going to a new school is enough to make anyone nervous."

   "there could be cute guys," she chimed and i forced down my beating heart down. "not that you care anyway."

   "i'm not gay," i said. i wasn't, though she always joked about it ever since she saw my search history. i full defend myself in that i was curious just to see how two dudes did it. i didn't watch it to enjoy it, educational purposes. and i wasn't in denial. every guy watches it. every guy wonders.

   she grinned. "i know."

   "stop smiling."

   she folded her lips. "smiling? pff, i'd never."

   i rolled my eyes and pushed her lightly. "shut up."

   --

   first period was unbelievably boring. maybe it was the long bullshit "we're gonna have a great year" speech or the fact that the teacher had this really huge mole on the side of her eye that i was trying to avoid eye contact with.

   and then i went into second period. and third. and fourth. you catch my drift. same boring lecture, same stupid syllabuses.

    then lunch rolled around and i sat down weakly by hazel, careful not to move too quickly or i'd get lightheaded. hazel leaned over and whispered, "how's your junior year starting off? any cute girls spotted?"

   "so boring i think watching golf would make me do an irish jih," i said, leaning on my hand and watching her eat the cafeteria lunch. "and the girls are mediocre at best."

   she shrugged, mouth full of ham sandwich, and said, "this school is way bigger than our old one back in oklahoma."

   She adds passionately after I don't speak, "did you know they have theater here? actual money for a functioning art class? and their clubs! they have actual clubs. they have a GSA. at our old school, they only had academic club. which lost at districts for the 44th consecutive year. i blame our coach entirely."

   i patted her back when suddenly everybody started giggling and whispering. i looked around and spotted a group of teens in a circle. in a few seconds they all spread apart, all wearing color coordinated clothes. one of each jumped onto the lunch tables, one kid jumping onto ours. the teachers watched, amused. music started up and they all began to twirl at once, causing my attention to be taken away by the guy on my table. he had golden blonde hair and firm biceps. a group of guys all wearing letterman jackets cheered for him, obviously being friends of him. he danced amongst the others, all being in time with one another. he looked down at me and winked and I looked away, disgusted.