•Sander Sides Smut and Stuff•

•Fantasies Become Reality•

[Ok... ok.... HOLY HECC! HOW does THIS smut book have 3k+ reads?! It's not even that good! Well, thank you! It means a lot! ^^]

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[Logan X Roman]

[Highschool AU]
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[Logan's Perspective]

Strolling out of the science classroom, with some books and my computer in my arms, I go to get ready for my last class of the day, gym.

Now, let me tell you, I'm a typical weak nerd.
The glasses, and books, the brains.
Yep. Totally a nerd.
I'm fine with being a nerd.

Sure, I've been picked on for my demeanor and odd ways of describing subjects. And for me being, well... gay.

But... it was fine.

After going to my locker and putting my supplies away, I go out to the field.
I don't do gym. It's not worth the energy, in my honest opinion.

As I walk out of the building, the warm sunlight covers my body. I take a deep breath of the fresh, outdoor air, before finding a nice spot of tall grass to sit in.

Sitting down, I fell back into the long, thick grass. I let out a giggle under my breath, grabbing a piece of it. Fiddling it around my fingers, I let my mind wander.

Now, I'll let you know a little secret.

I like-like Roman.

I seem to have a 'crush' on him, as some may say. He was the way I found out I was gay. He made me feel fussy in my chest, and warm, below too-

Thinking of him made my face warm.

But then I remember everyone loves Roman. Mainly for his appearance...

I sigh and rub my face a bit as I hear something. I hear laughing and crying...?

I peek from the grass, and see the group of jocks kicking a student in the sides.

The red of my face turned from blush, to anger. Clenching my fists, I make my way from my hiding place without a second thought.

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[Roman's Perspective]

They said 'joining the drama club was a mistake', and that, 'that was just a warning'.

I guess coming out as gay is too horrible of a thing for them and their standards. I would know, since I'm currently getting the shit beaten outta me!

Clutching my head harder, I protect it best I can. I feel them kick my sides with full force and call me... really horrible things.

I can't take it. I wanna cry out, but 'that's what losers do'. I clench my teeth as I take another 5 kicks to my freshly brused body.

"Hey! Leave them alone!"

'Who was that?'

I feel them stop kicking me, the pattern of kicks, now broken. I loosen up my arms and hands to see who it is.

'Who are they?'