I Fell In Love With A Fag

Chapter One: New School, New Shit

I received the admission letter from Oxbridge College: The most prestigious Sixth Form College in London and here I am six months later. Its not easy being the newbie, I'll tell you that especially if you're the new nerdy-big-glasses-with-coke-bottle-bottom-lenses, but I was so ecstatic that nothing could spoil my good mood.

I had my schedule in my hand and I was trying to find my way to the Arts and Fashion Design studio (yes I'm a nerd and I love fashion) when I saw him. saying he was handsome would be tantamount to insulting him. Tall, Tan, killer smile. It was all I could do not to just walk up to him and song him senseless. That and the fact that being the nerdy newbie, people would probably think I have a fetish. I did all I could to keep my composure and keep walking until someone bumped my shoulder- Hard. I'm guessing she's the schools resident bitch considering the platinum blonde hair, six inch heels, lacy tights and of course the VERY short school skirt, lest I forget the most important accessory of all: the wannabe minions behind her. They all sneered as she circled me and then followed my line of vision.

"Ah, I see our newbie's already fallen for the most handsome playa in the whole school" she sneered. her minions just cackled behind her. she gave me the once over again and said "Just so you know, you hardly stand a chance so take my advice and forget it. Alan is mine. toodles." she sang the 'toodles' part and she and her trusted minions bumped my shoulder once again as they all walked away cackling.

Ugh!!! the nerve of those chics! I thought. it was people like her that made school such a curse for people like me. as I. walked away trying to concentrate on finding the studio, I bumped into something hard and everything I was carrying fell from my hands. All the designs in my folder flew and were scattered all over the hallway and everyone shifted their attention from their respective lockers to me. o dropped to my feet immediately to gather all my stuff and partly to save my face from being seen by the whole school and then I saw someone drop to the floor with me. I was so hellbent on saving my designs and my face that I didn't realize it was Alan on the floor with me. As I finished gathering up what I could, I stood up to collect the rest of my stuff from my helper. imagine my expression when I stood up to see him smiling at me, holding out the rest of my stuff to me.

"sorry about that. didn't see you there." he literally drawled. I. almost drooled all over him.

"th- thanks" was all I could muster. he smiled back.

"I'm Alan. I guess you're the newbie. Welcome to Oxbridge." he said still smiling. he extended his hand for a handshake.

Oh sweet Jesus. he's talking to me. Oh Kiera don't spazz on him... say something clever...

I managed to say a quick thank you again before h asked for my name but thank God for automated school bells because just as I was about to make a total ass of myself, the bell went off...

talk about saved by the bell....

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I finally found my way to the design studio after almost twenty minutes which meant that the period was halfway gone

when I got to class and I hate- no, depise- being late for any class. its in the unwritten nerd constitution. As soon as I appeared at the door, Ms Whitman( her name was on the schedule given to me) stopped her sentence and looked up to see me. Ms Whitman isn't as old as I had expected; she's actually a bit young if you ask me. she smiled a genuine smile and gestured.for me to come in.