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Requested by peachyrye Word count: 1583 words A/N: A repeat requester! Yes, you can do that! I love writing for you guys because you come up with such great ideas, I hope one day I can have the inspiration to continue my other fic but for now, I hope you enjoy this one!
Mr. Holland chattered on and on about the "sanctity of marriage", and why gay couples shouldn't be married, which had nothing to do with the history lesson we were on. We were learning about the Middle Ages, and I guess when he mentioned the age that women used to marry that triggered his rant.
"And it's totally fine for them to love each other and show affection for each other, but marriage is both emotional and procreational, and two men can't possibly produce a child on their own."
"What about trans men?" A student called out.
I groaned and bashed my head on my desk. Now he's gonna rant about trans people! I just want this class to end...
A boy who sat in the third row raised his hand, "Um, Mr. Holland? This is history class, we're not really learning anything from you imposing your opinions on us..."
"Ah, yes, Mr. Miller. You're absolutely right. Let's get back to the 13th century, shall we?"
I looked over at the guy who essentially saved the class. He scratched his cheek nonchalantly as he paid his undivided attention to the history instructor. The darkness of his hair was in stark contrast to his fair skin, which wasn't too pale but was riddled with acne. No judgment here, his face was clearer than mine.
Wanting to thank him for his courage, I stared a little while longer before picking up my pen to take notes. Little did I know that the bell would ring as soon as I did so. Great, this old fart wasted 75% of class time ranting about his old fart ideas. We're supposed to have a test next week and that definitely isn't gonna be on it! What the fuck!
I sigh and stack up my books to head to my locker and get ready for the next class. Looking over to where my classmate sat, I see that he's already gone. As I try to find him I pick up my books to head out, but it seems like he's left the room, and I shrug as I leave too.
My books are clutched firmly to my chest as I head to my locker to put them away, looking forward at the glossy tiled floor ahead of me. The stairs zoom past as I descend them one by one, and I turn from the flight to enter the next hallway. What I love most about my locker is that it's right next to the stairway, which also leads directly outside.
A letter falls from the top of my locker. Again? I've been getting letters like twice a week from this guy. I pick up the letter to read it...
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(Y/N),
I'm sorry if you're getting tired of reading my letters, I just don't know how to approach you. I like your outfit today, the color suits you. I'm wondering if I should surprise you by revealing myself for your birthday. Would you like that? I hope you'll accept me, I've been pouring my heart out to you for some time now. Talk to you soon...
