Figuring You Out

Chapter 1

Oliver's POV

November 23rd. That's when it started. When I started falling. I rapped my hands on the table as Mr Fryday got excited about Pythagoras' Theorem. I slumped in my chair and peered over Danvesh's phone; he was watching a video on YouTube with a discreet ear phone tucked behind his mob of balck hair that was currently tied to the top of his head in a bun. 

"Oliver," I snap my head up rather bored, to our middle age, button popping maths teacher, "Care to answer?"

I glance at the board at which he was standing and didn't really bother trying to unmuddle the mathematical equations. "Thought not," he decided, in that teacher voice known globally to every pupil in the world, "Up here, next to Red," he raps his knuckles in a scarily similar way to me at the very front desk, where a lone boy sat. I roll my eyes as I gather my things and walk the route to a chorus of jeers from my mates, most of whom were on the same rugby team as me. I glance down at the desk and see that this blonde headed, spectacled boy was called Red Severus Gordon Brown. You see, I live in London. We have posh knob heads with twelve names at our school but also the absolute arseholes of the city. I study his face a little and notice the faint childhood freckles sprouting on his nose and the Tom Ford glasses sliding down his nose. Yeah, I'm kind of gay. But no one knows. Yet. And I intent to keep it that way I mean, it was London so it was about as progressive as you can get but then, it was also the place of many anti gay protests outside Parliament, Buckingham palace, Downing Street, you name it. Then I remember something about this dude sitting beside me. A rather big online drama last year, about him being gay. Brilliant. Now, its my turn to get the boyfriend insults mostly from my mates it was kind of tradition after Liam got sent to the same exact seat and well, the playful jeers started but never ever fully stopped.

"So Pythagoras' theorem," I nod, clicking my tongue to the roof of my mouth. He gave me a cold side eye, did an irritated tut and then turns back to the board, "Though crowd,"

The lesson, as always, drags by agonisingly slowly, but then at last, the sound of the angels rang and we were taking freedom quicker than you can say William Wallace. Well, at least most of us were. I, on the other hand, was clawed back by the dragon himself back into the lair.

"Yes sir? I ask, bouncing on my heels, eager to leave.

"That's your permanent seat," he tells me, tapping the seat I was in moments ago. I groan slightly and he shots me a look before dismissing me. 

Great. Everyday sitting next to my new "boyfriend" how wonderful.