Yo. Let's be gay together

2019 february 6

-Ollie's pov-

Pushing my shoulder into the blue school door, my rainbow backpack, slumped onto my shoulder, I stumble down the full and rushing hallway. My eyes darting back and forth not really taking in any details in particular. But then, I saw him. A black, grey, lifeless blob, is he okay? Is he breathing? He looked so...emo. Like straight out of MySpace.

He looks up from his phone and makes eye contact with me, seeming to cut through the crowd of people, my lip curled and I speed away to a random locker that had my name on it, I removed the sticky note and open it. The locker creeks and I cringed at the sound. Kicking my bag into the creepy bastard, and pulling a binder and some paper out  so I can put  some in the binder.

The bell cracks through the halls and  I dash to my first class. The class was still empty so I shove myself in the desk  in the back, my mom gave me the advice to just keep my head down for a while.

Filling my binder with the paper I watch as the class slowly fills with people, the class becomes loud and in the chaos came the kid from the hall. He looks at me with dead and cold eyes that I barely could see through his hair, the green of them seems to be lost in his silent gloom.

My gut spins with excitement and anxiety, he blinks tiredly then says.

" your in my spot ". I blink but without a word I get up and move to the  front, to my luck I'm not bothered again.

The door opens and in comes a heavier set man, most of his weight sits in his gut, his arms hairy and his hair in the ' I don't care, half moon cut'. His hair grey and white, his eyes dragged down with lack of sleep and age, he clears his throat and his voice matched his whole appearance, gruffly and cold.

"Good morning..."he trails off expecting that someone would say good morning back, but nothing. He clears his throat and continues " we have a new kid". He looks at me and I lower my head " well you gonna introduce yourself".

"Um- sorry." I stand abruptly and turn to look at everyone, there eyes like knifes, I crack my fingers as I start to talk

" um I'm Oliver, I'm from a couple towns over, I don't do much but I do hope to be friends".

I sit down and doodle on my arm with a pen, the teacher starts talking about something, I don't fully understand though, but I listen intently, the class a soft whisper the entire time, that in it self was surprising I'm so use to a class out of control, crazy and screaming. The calm atmosphere caused my 'first day jitters' to take a chill pill and sit it's self down.

Class comes to an end and I grab my bag and try to walk out like I know what I'm doing and going. But I'm stoped by the teacher calling my name softly, I turn and walk to his desk. He stands and in the class rush he stops someone, it takes me seconds to recognize him. His black hair that covers his eyes, the skin tone that I can't decide if it's pale or normal. In a sense.

The black and grey sweater that was a bit baggy on him, or the killer ' I don't give a fuck attitude'.

He blows his hair out out of his face but only a small shift in his hair happens and its slides back to it normal, (or what I assume to be normal)sitting place, did he mean that as a joke or did he really try to move his hair like that.

I barely see him shift his eyes but soon I see him look at me, he clicks his teeth and my heart pounds, get ahold of yourself, holy hell calm down he looked at you.

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Ahhhhhh he looked at me I'm gonna combust lord help me.

" boy when are you gonna cut your hair." The teacher sighs " anyway, Steven. Since you're in almost all of Oliver's classes would you so kind as to show him around the school for a week, and we'll become a familiar face in the crowd for him".

Steven...his name is Stevan, oh jeez that's an adorable name. Ahhh, yes I get to be in his classes. In my head I couldn't help but dance with excitement. I believe in Jesus now, he has blessed me.

" first of all my hair is part of my religious beliefs and I call hate crime on you sir. Also sure I'll do it why not". He looks at me again but no extension, okay.

" yes Stevan is this along side you're late for class praying was too intense". The teacher says in his slow tone

He gives a thumbs up and was out of the classroom, I follow like a quiet puppy, he looks like he knows where he's going. He puts in his headphones and slumps, me forgetting my headphones in the car I just had the unsettling chatter of the transferring halls, I wonder what he's listening to, maybe something edgy.

The day goes by pretty slow but what did I expect, next thing you know I'm wandering the halls with Steven, we both not saying much. But yet again how am I supposed to start a conversation with him, I can't be like ' oh got a grandma... ya bro me to, grandmas are great'.

But on the other hand I want to get to know him more. This sucks man.

He doesn't look like he knows many people, no one has come up to him or anything. Or maybe it's because of me.

" the lunch room is this way ".

I blink kind of not expecting him to talk he doesn't really do that often.

" hm".

" the lunch room". He points this time and I look in the Direction of his hand and see a open door.

He stops by the door and pulls out his phone, how can he even see with that adorable hair, it droops away from his face so I can see his eye going back and forth slowly, so he's reading something, well I finding myself starring (for an unhealthy amount of time) he must have felt my stalker like stare and looks up at me.

ADVERT ALL EYE CONTACT, GOD DAMN IT OLIVER, he lets out a small chuckle though his nose and looks back at his phone.

After lunch was the longest time of my life, BUT; there's a upside to this slowness, in the rest of my classes I get to sit next to Steven, he would point to the desk next to him which made me excited. The final bell rings and I walk to my locker and Steven went to  his, it was close to mine, I walk outside and see my moms car waiting for me.

I climb in the car, mom looks at me sweetly, well pulling out of the parking lot she asks me the mom line up of questions.

" how was your day, do you like your teachers, was your lunch good." Then came the kicker " have a crush ".

My face burns with excitement and intensely, I could feel my moms Stare, and with that I exploded.

" yes. He is the cutest little blob emo thing that I have ever seen, oh my lord, his name is Steven. Stevan mom, is that not the most adorable name ever, and I just know his hair is like the most fluffiest  thing I've ever seen, and he wears this sweater, he looks so cool. Oh. Oh. Oh, and he has this 'don't give a fuck' vibe and ahh. He's just...just so out of my league".

My mom listens to my mindless chatter and every once and a while she wold say something about how he sounds nice and such, I carry on about my shit and in minutes were home and I'm shoved into the shower.