He was acting strange today.
Well, from the few weeks Thorne had known him, he normally acted strange... Today’s strange, however, was stranger than usual.
Not that Thorne cared, but when a guy started blushing every time you made eye contact with him, you kind of start to notice things.
“Heath.” he called out, trying to get the attention of the fidgeting boy beside him. Again, he did not care that Heath was acting strange, but it was bothering him. He got annoyed enough as it was, he did not need another annoyance.
“Heath!”
“...yes?” Heath blushed, avoiding Thorne’s gaze as he scribbled down the notes that were written on the board.
He sighed.
“What’s wrong with you?”
That caught his attention. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The hell you don’t.”
“I’m perfectly-“
“Can I have your attention, please” bellowed out the principle.
Thorne sighed.
...not again.
“We have another student joining us today. He’s come all the way from Britain!” he announced. “Introduce yourself, lad.”
The new boy scanned the classroom quietly before locking eyes with Thorne. He smiled.
Thorne lifted an eyebrow in confusion.
“The name’s Dean Pierre Montgommery.” He stated, averting his gaze and addressing the class. “You can call me Dean..Or Pierre, it doesn’t really matter.” He gave a slight chuckle that had the girls in the class fawning. “Why my parents decided to bestow the entire alphabet in my name, I will never know.”
Whispers of where are these guys coming from and yeah they make them handsome overseas were heard as the new guy made his way to the vacant seat in front of Thorne.
The seats around him were vacant for a reason. Could these guys not tell that he wanted to be alone?
...But alas, Thorne hoped this new boy wouldn’t be as annoying as the first.
“Hey, there.”
Spoke too soon.
“Hi, I’m Heath! It’s so nice to meet you, Dean. I’m new myself... Just arrived a few weeks ago actually.”
“You don’t say...” Dean replied, shaking the hand that was offered to him. “Ooh...Nice grip you got there, Heath.” He said coyly.
“Thanks...I guess.” Heath replied, confusion darkening his expression.
“Do you use them a lot?” Dean asked, tracing his finger up Heath’s middle digit.
“Use what a lot?” Heath questioned, staring at what Dean was doing.
“Your hands.” Dean smiled, catching Heath’s gaze.
Heath stuttered.
“Well...Uhmm, yeah. I guess I do?"
“Interesting...” he said, his British accent strongly portraying his homeland. He patted Heath’s hand twice before releasing it and turning towards Thorne. “Oh, hello there. You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?”
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Guess We're Wrong
Humor"I'm not gay, though!" I blurted out. Wow... Smooth, Heath. Real smooth. " I never said you were. " "It's just that you were rubbing up against me and i guess my little friend was kinda enjoying the attention and-" "Heath... Please shut up." Thorne...
