Horace had been attending his new school for almost two weeks now. He was sitting in the second row, jotting down neat notes about triangles and pythagorean theorem.
However Enoch, two rows behind him, had his mind somewhere other than triangles. Normally he'd be focused on a halfassed sketch on a piece of lined paper, but the past few weeks he hasn't been able to pay attention to his work. He sat staring at the new kid. Horace dressed so nice, he wore ironed jeans, button up shirts, and the occasional bow tie. Enoch dressed like a bum, all his clothes were either thrifted or hand me downs from his cousins. His clothes weren't terrible, he just lacked a general sense of style. He mostly wore ripped denim overalls, sweaters and flannels. Garbage grunge, you could say.
No matter what Enoch thought of, his mind always wandered back to would he ever like me back? No. He thought, Horace would never fall in love with a guy like him. He'd want someone just as proper and fancy, someone he can obsess over soap operas and over priced clothing with.
Little did he know, Horace was thinking just the same. Halfway through class his mind started drifting away from his school work. Enoch would never in a million years like me. Oh I bet he thinks I'm too preppy. Even if he liked the preppy type, I'm certain he likes girls.
The past few days, whenever Enoch even thought of Horace, he started to get a strange feeling in his stomach. He couldn't bare it any longer, he had to do something about it. Earlier that day they had mad a plan to hang out after school. Enoch contemplated for a while and decided that he'd tell him later that day just how he felt.
A/N sorry this is so short, I'll try to write the next chapter soon. Please vote and comment, it means so much to me. Have a good day/night !
- Ann
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' 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ' enorace school au
Fanfiction(Modern au) Horace Somnusson is the new kid. Enoch O'connor is the loner that spends all of class doodling in the back of class. Will this unlikely duo become friends.... or more?
