Analogical One-Shots

Couldn't Help Myself-High School AU (Part 1)

Hey y'all! I thought I'd try my hand at some cute high school angsty love. I have a feeling this'll be a two-parter, so enjoy this part 1! ^_^

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Logan was the type of guy that hated love. In fact, he couldn't even begin to think of a life that involved having a partner. His studies completely engrossed him and took up all his spare time, so who could possibly strike his interest? He knew for a fact that no one had a brain like his, and a partner would most likely get bored of him very easily. For this reason, among others, Logan never expressed an interest in pursuing a relationship.

As he stepped down the hall to his English class, Logan noticed about twelve couples at their lockers hanging all over each other. He raised an eyebrow and sighed.

What is wrong with the kids in this school? he thought. You would think that they would at least get a written PDA warning.

He collapsed in his desk, basking in the fact that it was the final period of the day on a Friday. He just had to get through this one period, then he could go home and study things that he was actually interested in.

Logan was good in all subjects, but English was his least favorite. It bored him. The repetitive writing assignments and having to read novels that didn't capture his interest were almost torture to him.

However, on this particular day, there would be something he was interested in.

"Class," the teacher piped up, "I'd like you to welcome Virgil into our AP English program!" She gestured to a small boy wearing black eyeliner and a purple hoodie sitting in the opposite corner of the room to Logan. The boy—Virgil—gave a little wave. He made brief eye contact with Logan and smiled a little.

Logan blushed and averted his eyes. His brain was whirling, unable to focus on any one thought, and his heart was pounding as if he had just run a marathon. For the rest of the period, he kept finding himself unable to concentrate on whatever it was they were learning. Instead, his eyes shifted over to the boy in the corner. The fog in his brain only cleared for the memory of Virgil's tiny smile.

What is happening? Why can't I think? he asked himself. All he did was smile at me!

**

Logan departed from the school and plopped himself down on the driver's seat of his car. He usually carpooled with his best friend Roman on Fridays, but he soon remembered that Roman was sick that day and didn't come to school. To pass the time, Logan decided to just drive around the neighborhood before going home.

The smart man always had his best ideas and breakthroughs while driving. He found that the activity cleared his head from any unwanted thoughts, and as of the last hour or so, all of his thoughts had been unwanted.

Every thought this afternoon was centered around Virgil. Virgil, Virgil, Virgil. The name was lovely too. He couldn't help but think about his soft-featured face and how beautiful his round, doe-like eyes were. The way his hoodie was oversized made his hands look so small and delicate. Logan knew he liked the way Virgil looked, but he wasn't gay. There was no way that he could be gay. Then again, there was no proof that he was straight either.

Logan had never even entertained the thought of being homosexual. It was sort of taboo in the town that he lived in, so no one ever discussed it. Logan had no problem with the LGBTQ+ community whatsoever, but it was still a strange thought—a thought he had never thought before.

When he arrived home, Logan was still confused. He had no idea what these feelings were. Then again, he had only seen the kid once. He hadn't even spoken to him. He knew nothing about him, therefore his feelings would pass if he never learned anything about him. It seemed like sound logic.

Even so, Logan couldn't shake the thought of holding one of Virgil's adorable little hands...

**

The next day was torturous. Logan did his best to focus on his studies, but after the previous day, he started to see Virgil everywhere. It was almost appalling how he had never noticed him before.

He passed him in the hallways, checked out a book for him in the school library, and even had a clear shot to stare at him in the cafeteria. It seemed like Logan couldn't escape him, and it grew worse and worse as days went by.

Virgil had a Spanish class right before Logan's French class. When Logan walked in, Virgil had stayed behind to talk to the teacher. He couldn't help but stare. Virgil was wearing skinny jeans. Logan almost had a heart attack.

Virgil seemed to be discussing his grade, evidently concerned about where it was at. This was the first time Logan had ever heard Virgil's voice. It was deep, but also soft and non-abrasive. Logan felt his face turn crimson listening to the other boy speak, and suddenly his pants were a little too tight.

Jesus, Logan, he thought to himself. Get a hold of yourself. You don't like this guy like that. You don't even know him.

Virgil must have noticed Logan staring because he stopped by Logan's desk before he left the classroom.

"Hi, Logan," he said with a grin.

"Umm...uhh hi, Virgil," Logan stammered, embarrassed from being caught. "How do you know my name? I don't believe we've ever spoken before."

"Everybody knows you, Logan. You're top of our class. Honestly, I've been meaning to introduce myself for a while, but I doubt you want to talk to someone like me."

It took a lot of restraint for Logan to refrain from blurting out the fact that that was 1000% untrue.

"Well," Logan said, clearing his throat, "I would love to get to know you better, Virgil."

"Oh really?" Virgil asked. Logan detected a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Yes," Logan replied skeptically. Virgil smiled.

"I'd like to get to know you better too, Lo."

Logan blushed furiously at the nickname. Were they already on that level? This was literally the first time they had even spoken. Unless, of course, he only said it to get some reaction...

"See you in English," said Virgil, his smile slowly morphing into a mischievous smirk.

"Yeah," Logan replied. What is he smirking at? "See you then."

**

"Class, we are going to be starting a semester-long group project!" the English teacher exclaimed a little too enthusiastically. "You will be separated into pairs. Each group will be assigned a different British Literature novel that you must read and create a poster for. It will be worth 100 points, and it will be due the week after winter break."

Logan sighed. He loathed group projects. Not only did he always end up doing all the work, but his partners were always, without fail, insufferably unintelligent and impossible to talk to.

"I will be selecting the pairs so no one is left out. This class has a perfectly even number, so there will be no groups of three." The teacher began randomly pulling names. Groans of protest could be heard with almost every pair.

"And finally, Logan and Virgil. You boys are the best writers in this room, so I expect a lot from you," she grinned.

Logan's heart stopped. Working on a project? With Virgil?! All semester?! Logan didn't think he could take it. Glancing over at Virgil, he noticed that he was as shocked as himself. He couldn't think around Virgil, let alone work on a hundred-point project with him. If he was going to do this project well, he was going to have to figure out what about Virgil made his breath catch in his throat, his heart skip a beat, and the butterflies in his stomach go insane.

This was going to be a long semester.

*****

Yikes. Yeah. Two-parter. xD

I'm curious though--have any of you run into this problem? Being completely oblivious to your own crush, that is? God knows I have. xD

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Published: 13 October 2019