It Started With "Oh" boyxboy

Chapter 1

***AND IT BEGINS***

The date is August 17th, 2019. The air is crisp, warm. But I like it. It's the first day back to school, and I'm now a senior. Nine months of pure torture, and then I'm out of here. It's not that I don't enjoy learning, I do. I'm just not a fan of the social atmosphere. It's very Breakfast Clubby. the jocks hang out at their center stage table. The geeky kids hang out at their corner table by the vending machine in the lunch room. The band kids kinda just exist wherever they can fit. Then, theres me. The guy who doesn't really fit into any clique. I'm not scrawny, but I'm no football player. I can't play an instrument, although I can sing. I'm not into anime and video games like the "geek" table, so I'm kinda just like the majority of the kids here, existing. 

I have one friend, Raine. She's about 5'4", 115 pounds. Adorable. Her dirty blonde hair reaches halfway down her back, even though she always has it in a pony tail. She calls her hair unmanageable, but I beg to differ. She has the faintest of freckles that grace her face across her nose and onto her rosy cheeks. 

Raine and I share nearly every class, except for Gym of course. I'm sitting here on a cement step, 7:49AM, waiting for her to show her face among the crowd of kids coming into school. The sun is rising to my left, causing a beautiful yellow haze on everything. The shadows of everyone were at least 20 feet long. The trees dancing in the gusty wind, leaves singing. I spot Raine! Standing up and prancing her way like the "queen" I am, I wrap her in a hug! "Hey bitch!" I exclaim with my tongue out! "Hiiiiii!" came out of her mouth as if she hadn't seen me 3 day before! Raine and I, we match our energy. It's why she's my best friend. 

Walking in through the tall front doors of the school, we're greeted with the familiar scent of vanilla. To our right is the principals office. Menacingly baroque styling surrounded me. I hated it. I like clean lines. White borders. To our left is the councilors office. It had the same styling as the already disgusting principals office. It also doesn't help that huge windows peer into each, showing the oversized desks and chairs taking up 700% of the room. The floors beneath my worn H&M sneakers were wood. A dark stain of wood, finished off with a very shiny lacquer coating. It's one of the few things I actually like about this school. 

I take a breath, look at Raine, and we keep walking. Directly across from the front entrance is the courtyard. We head there. 

"So, I heard someone got some the other night!" said Raine, intentionally making the gesture with poking two fingers together. "Uhhh, No! Not me! I am a holy child graced by the pope for my virginity and holiness.". I glance around, and spot him. HES SO ATTRACTIVE! "Mhmm" is all I hear from Raine, as my eyes interlock with his. GOD! Look away Trent. I manage to tear my eyes away from his gaze, but not without Raine noticing! Great. "Oh" she says. Yeah, that was enough said for me to instantly slap myself on the hand. His name is Blaine. I know, the stereotypical hottie name for a high school jock. But I feel like he's so much more than the facade he puts on in front of everyone. But I'm basing all of this off of one experience in ninth grade. 

We were in the library, sitting at the same table. I was reading a book, minding my business, until he interrupts me with a statement, "Thats a really good book, I've read it.". That one sentence introduced me to feelings. That one statement made me start liking someone I knew I could never have. We talked about the book (Only up to what I had read), then he held my hand, for what seemed like 45 seconds. It was innocent, yet so bad, and I wanted to feel that again. 

So, when Raine said "Oh", she said it in the context of "This dumb ass boy needs to get over himself and that man who wants nothing to do with him!". It kinda hurts, but she knows what's best for me, and I should too, but my mind just gets all muddled when I see him. It's almost like I lost all ability to control myself. 

"Oh" was the beginning of an entirely...different school year than ever before.