Solangelo high school au but Nico is a girl

Nicos POV

Not gonna lie, I'm hurt. I know I shouldn't be. I don't know why I'm jealous, I'm not dating him. He doesn't like me. I might like him I don't know yet. But one things for sure, I mustn't be his type. His type is busty girls. I can tell by the cup size of the bra on his closet floor, a white Lacey, most likely, double d bra. At least he's getting action I guess, a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do, I guess.

Dude I don't know anymore, I wanna leave. I make a smart assed comment trying not to sound hurt. I can see by his face that he's not buying it. "Look-" He starts, "you don't have to explain yourself will. Your a good looking guy your sure to be getting girls." I laugh. He still isn't buying it. "Just-" He starts, I don't want to hear it. That sound super sour, I just don't want to hear him say it, not now. "Yo-" He grabs my hands, I stop and look at him "just let me finish.... and don't bully me. Whenever I don't wanna do something that will help me in the long run my mum gets me a bra, calling me a girl. They seem to get bigger every time. You can even ask her."

To be honest, I don't buy it. I try to hide the fact that I don't believe him but it's hard. "I know you probably don't believe me, but I'm not lying" He stops for a second, still holding my hand. I look at him. I narrow my eyes at him "why are you smirking?" "Are you jealous because you think I've had sex" he just said that so easily, he's still smirking "noooooooooo?" I try to sound believable but it's hard. "Awe come onnnnn, neeks. Your jealous." Is this bullying can I snitch. I scoff "what are you talking about?" I look him in the eyes "sunshine?" I smirk.

I'm yanked forward, suddenly his hands are on my waist his lips are on mine and holy shit I have a crush and holy shit he's kissing me. Before I can even kiss back he pulls away. I fall forward slightly. I look up at will. His cheeks, ears and neck are red. He won't make eye contact with me. "Will...?" I mumble quietly. "Goodnight!" He literally runs out of the room, leaving me confused and sad. I shouldn't be here. I messed up again. I grab a piece of paper and a pen, I write on it-

Hi will,
I decided I should go. Thank you for caring though. See you at school.
Sincerely
Nico Di Angelo

It was short but it did the job. I grabbed my phone and walked downstairs quietly, I didn't want to bother the solace's anymore than I already have.

I walk out the front door, the door clicks and I grimace. Too loud. It's 7pm, my dad would be home, I have money I might just go to a motel or something. It's pretty dark, surprisingly the streets are quiet.

A group of men walk past I walk past them, i ignore all the cat calls, until one grabs me, I fall down. I struggle to get out of their grip, I can't see their faces, I wriggle and move around. I'm dragged away. It gets dark suddenly. My hands freed and I get up. I move back. Someone behind me, there's men surrounding me. I feel sick. "Hey!" I feel sicker, I know that voice, how did he even know I was gone yet, it's been like 10 minutes. "What's happening over here guys?" Will asks loudly, "my wife left me for a Brazilian hunk" one guy mumbles and sit down crossing his legs and taking a swig of his beer, "What the fuck, Richard?" one of the guys says quietly squatting next to the drunk man and telling him everything will be alright, all of them crowd around him saying stuff like "she was a bitch anyway" "we never liked her" "you deserve better". I look at Will, he's looking at the small crowd confused, he moves his attention to me. He looks sorry. He walks up to me taking my hand, I shake my hand away "I'm sorry, I'm just confused" he mumbles, "mmm" I don't know what to say. We kissed and he ran away. What the fuck.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on the street" he stops "or go back to your dad" I look up at him, he look older nearly, I don't know why, maybe the lighting? "Ok..." I say quietly as we walk back to his house.

Before we get to the door I stop, I want to know what's going on between us. "I'm confused will" I stop "we haven't talked to each other for at least a year. We sit next to each other on the bus and you see me sitting on my porch and decide to come over to mend our friendship, and that's fine. But then you kiss me. And I'm staying at your house." I stop again, I might regret this "will.... if you like me, please tell me now" silence. I can hear my heart beat.

"Nico...." my head hurts "I like you, a lot and if you can't return my feelings, that's perfectly fine" I look at him, he's perfection, he's kind and sweet and good with children, he's training to be a doctor and cares so much about his family...and me. He's handsome, his blue eyes like the sky on the clearest of days that seem to get stormy when he's angry, the freckles across his nose and cheeks that I want to count and kiss, his skin tanned and slightly sun kissed. He's muscular build that's not tough and scary but soft and safe, I know he would protect me, he would protect anyone.

But he shouldn't like me, I'm a beaten mess I treat myself like shit and I'm too angry, I'm too sad. And when I'm happy it's overwhelming. I'm scared of myself, of what I could achieve and what I can't. There's too much going through my head. I'm a mess.

Big oof, am I right?