"twit!"
The attitude the small boy gave off after being hit in the face sort of intrigued noah. This compelling feeling that made him want to know more. But what else was there to know? It was clear the kid was rather mouthy but he could just feel like something was off about this boys demeanour.
Still not forgetting about the boy, Noah carried on with the volleyball match as he didn't want to be swiped by a ball either.
After PE was over, all the boys galloped to the changing room. As Noah walked in he saw the same boy that got hit sat on a bench, frowning. His bushy brows knitted together with his right cheek tinged a glowing red.
He looked up and saw Noah staring, making his pout deeper.
" what? are you expecting me to do a backflip?"
Noah raised his brow slightly, tacken aback by his remark. Not knowing what to say, be just walked over to where he took off his clothes and put them back on.
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Noah jogged down the stairs rather brisk, he was incredibly hungry. He regret not accepting the breakfast offered by his mother.
He rest himself on a chair, taking out his egg and ham sandwich from his black bag. He devoured the thing within seconds, leaving his friends, sat at the table, perplexed. Seeing as he was left out of the conversation his friends were having, he turned his head to look out of the commodious window, and if by coincidence he saw the petite boy sat alone.
He dismissed himself from his friend group and went outside. The cold winter air he hadn't prepared for, hit him like an inflexible iron rod. Ignoring the stinging sensation granted by the frosty air, he paraded over to the small boy.
"hey" Noah finally made it to him, and invited himself to sit down next to him.
"what do you want?" not being used to being approached, the small boy instantly
assumed he was going to be provoked.
"you just looked lonely so i thought i'd join you sunbathing on this lovely summers day" The sarcasm that left Noah's mouth formed an incredibly unamused expression on the small boys face. He opened his mouth very slightly to say something, but not being used to introductions, he had nothing to say. So he looked forward, avoiding Noah's broad gaze.
"you gonna tell me your name?" Noah edged the small boy, to be more social toward him.
"Tate." He simply murmured.
"Nice name, suits you. We should hang out some time yeah?" Noah knew he was crossing Tate's short-distanced line, but it didn't fret him.
Tate, in reply, fake gagged. Erasing any confidence Noah had.
"Sorry but i only hang out with attractive people, which is why i have no friends because i'm the most sensual person i've ever met" Was the last thing Tate said before standing up and walking back inside the building. Leaving Noah with a deflated ego and even more curiosity.
