Ryan's P.O.V:
Dad opened the curtains, the sun pouring into my room. Well, I wouldn't really call it a room. IS call it a space with a pillow and a blanket in the corner of it. "Get up," He said, kicking my side. "You don't have long before school." He grumbled, leaving the room with a cough. Great. Dad was hungover again. I forced myself out of bed, and threw on my school uniform. I looked at myself in the mirror and straightened up my uniform, so no creases were on show. It was hard being the popular guy, but it was the one thing keeping me going. As if on cue, my phone buzzed. It was Aleysha, my "girlfriend". I wouldn't really call her a girlfriend, either. She's a bit annoying and really really loud. She's like an alarm clock. But she's pretty smart of a loud mouth. I chuckled to myself and put the phone to my ear. I instantly regretted this. "RYAN! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!? IT'S 8:00AM!" She screamed down the line. My stomach dropped. It was the first day of my mock GCSE's today. Shit. I got my lunch money from the counter, packed my bag and raced through the door. Before setting off, I peered at the gate that lead to a whole new world. My world. "RYAN!" My Dad growled. I briskly walked to school so it was less obvious I was late. I jogged down the corridor and onto my classroom. My teacher, Miss Johnson looked at me in disbelief. "Really? C'mon. Sit down." She whispered, pointing to my seat next to Aleshya. She pouted, her thick brows furrowed. "What the hell?" She said, and turned away from me. Typical. I took a pen from my pencil case, and stared at my test paper. My mind was too focused on this morning, nevermind a test. I say there for about twenty minutes, guessing the answers. I had no time to revise, because of Dad. My fingers traced some of the fairly new bruises, when a boy rushed into the room with a note, his hair wild. And red at the tips. Had he dyed it? "Ryan? Here." Miss Johnson said, guesturing to the note. I got up from my seat, and walked over to them. I looked into the boy's soft eyes, the colour a beautiful light blue. He raised his hand and gently stroked my face where my brushes were. Nobody had noticed them before. How did he- "Ryan!" Miss Johnson raised her voice in annoyance. "It says here your giving him," She continued, pointing at the boy, "A tour." She smiled, passing me the note. I stated at it in shock. Well, it's a chance to warn him about the class. We walked out the door. "Well, this is your timetable." I passed him a piece of paper with all his classes on it. "Thanks." He said, smiling sweetly. I blushed a bit, but shook away the thought. I showed him most of the classrooms, for this was a small school. "So tell me: What's up with the bruises on your face?" He said. I hesitated and asked him a question. "You know, I never got your name." I mumbled. "Oh yeah. The name's Baz." He said triumphantly, and we shook hands. We held hands for a while, staring at each other. I blushed, looking away from him. "Ryan. My name's Ryan." I stuttered, still embarrassed. We walked along the corridor in silence, as I showed him a few more classrooms and we got back to class. "Would you like to introduce yourself?" Miss Johnson asked. Baz nodded. "My name's Baz." He replied. People sniggered, some giggling. I looked around, and it was none other than the guy who was always full of himself: Josh Carter. Baz shuffled uncomfortably in his spot, and I stood up and went up to him. "I think that's a cool name." I shouted, glaring at Josh. I guess we both knew what we each wanted to do, becuase we put our hands behind our backs so we could hold hands again. Miss Johnson noticed, and gave us the nicest look I'd seen her give. She came up to us and whispered, "Good luck, you too. I'll be rooting for you." She stood back, and we sat next to each other at the back, so no-one could see us holding hands again. "You know, I really like you, Baz." I chuckled. He replied, "I really like you too, Ryan." He whispered, laughing. "Boys." Miss Johnson hushed us, giving us a loving look. We shuffled closer together in our seats until our shoulders. "Ryan." Baz said, giving me a serious look. "Dump Aleshya. Please." He begged. I nodded. A few minutes passed, and it was break time. We walked up to Aleshya, hand in hand, and said, "Hey. It's over. I've got someone else." I said, raising mine and Baz's hands. She looked disgusted and screamed. "GAY!", and stormed off. We ran off before anyone noticed us, laughing. "Did you see her face? Did you-" I said breathless, but Baz stroked my hand with his face. Suddenly, we got closer, and closer until our lips connected...
A/N: How do you like the first chapter? I love it. Also, things meant to go a bit quick between Ryan and Baz, but it'll be worth it in the end. Byee! ♡♡♡
~ WaifuNatsuki
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