𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮, a WillxZach Fan-fiction.

That one white kid

         Zach's POV
  I walk into the classroom, an odd feeling follows me as I enter. A strange feeling that tells me I'm supposed to be here.
      I find my seat and sit down. I'm next to this white kid who keeps yelling shit and has constant voice cracks. It's kind of annoying.
     But I think it's cute at the same time
     I stop myself from thinking that straight as the thought enters my head, i mean, I'm not gay.
        I think.
       I doesn't matter because class is about to start anyway. We get settled and the teacher greets us in a friendly way.
       First day of school. What, are we supposed to be happy? Like, "woohoo welcome back to prison, sure you go home every night but you're always going to come back or we'll sue your parents sorry asses for not giving you and education.", or that's just how I thing of it.
        I stair to the right at the white boy sitting next to me. He's got blonde ginger hair, and a really good color too. He's even got blond ginger eyelashes as well. He's short and hella white and is pretty freaking short.
        He turns his head, our eyes lock contact for a moment as a loss of word come from both of us. It's been about like five seconds when he reaches his hand to me and yells,
       "H- HI WELCOME TO CHILLIES."
        With blush slowly creeping up he's face and reddening his cheeks.
       The teacher, and the whole class, stairs at us like we just murdered someone's doggo and stuffed it with brick then trough it off a twelve story building. Through all the disturbed students the teacher buts in and says,
      "I know your just meeting new friends but that not the way to do it, especially in a classroom. Now if we could continue our introduction to this year for those who will L I S T E N I'd be happy to carry on."
    She continues to talk as the white boy, arm still out stretched, prolongingly stares into my eyes. I decide to shake his hand and state my name,
     "Hi am Zach..."
     he still stakes my hand,
     "Hi I'm Will."
     "So you do have a name."
     "What?"
      "I thought you were just some Chillies employee."
      "That's one off my nicknames."
      "What's another one?"
      "Leprecunt."
      "Makes sense."
     "Hay what is that supposed to mean??"
      He questions me in a confused way.
      I think of nothing better to say except,
      "Well, I've never heard of someone who yells 'Hi welcome to chillies' or some other shit in class who is not a cunt."
By this time class was over.
We picked up our things and prepared to leave the classroom
Our hands brushed against each other a we walked side by side.
" Well goodbye white kid."
He stares at me again before saying,
"Bye Asian."