two periods later, jorge sits in english class. banana bread by cavetown hums softly through his earbuds. of course, he doesn't bother to pay attention to the teacher. it's his first day, he can do whatever he wants and no teacher will tell him to listen up.
blasting music, of course, doesn't drown out the snickers and glares he's getting from his new peers. he may not be experienced with the english language, but today he has quickly became an expert on the meaning of the word fag. what hurts the most is he hasn't a clue why they're doing this. because of his clothes? because of his small size? it could be anything.
although it stings, he is able to brush it off. he likes the way he dresses, and others disapproving of it was not his issue.
as the shouting and dirty looks gets worse, jeyjey shuts his eyes and drifts back to hours before. he thinks of the way benji had protected him. somehow, although he just met the pretty boy, the mere thought of him is a shield against this cruel jail of a school.
truthfully, the boy hasn't left his mind once. jorge has never really thought he would feel what others described as "butterflies", because that's just stupid. how can you feel insects swarming in your stomach? he had disproved it on his own accord. but now, all he could describe really was butterflies.
he almost jumps as porcelain by mxmtoon is interrupted by a loud ding. his cheeks glow red as he hears quiet snickering.
text from unknown number
jorge thinks for a second before he remembers with a blush that he had given benji his number.
"hey, jorge. it's benji. from this morning, remember?"
he can't help but smile. he quickly types back.
"hey, benji? i definitely remember you 🥰 what's up?"
he immediately regrets his emoji, but there's nothing he can do about it. he sighs, frustrated with himself, falling into the sleepy melodies of this is home by cavetown.
but when he hears a ding again, he bolts up, bracing himself for an awkward message politely turning jorge down. it's not like the emoji means anything- most guys just can't handle anything like that.
his heart almost papilates at the text that bubbles up on his phone screen
"that's great ♥️ i was just wondering if you'd like to eat lunch with me and my friends?"
