A Passing Grade (Male Reader Insert)

Chapter 4- Classmates

Sorry for being late everyone, it was my brother's 21st birthday not too long ago and we spent a week in the bum-fuck middle of nowhere.
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While walking into your first class, which was Ms Smathers' history, Hoffmann seemed to be more lost in his own world, tripping over himself many times on your way to class. You pretended to ignore it, not wanting to be seen staring, but you found it pleasing for him to be so out of sorts just from seeing your body. You wondered what would happen if he saw any more of you. But before you knew it, he had composed himself and knocked on a thick navy blue door in front of you both, and it wasn't long before it opened, showing an old lady, with thick jaguar printed glasses and light blue bead necklaces around her neck, and a flannel skirt. that reached her ankles. She had a friendly aura, a toothy smile once she had seen you.

"This is Y/-" Mr Hoffmann said, only being cut off by the pleasant teacher, causing a vein to become visible from his temple due to being cut off.
"You must be Y/n L/n, the new one." she spoke with a gentle motherly voice, something that you had immediately grown fond of.
"And you must be Miss Smathers" you had extended out your hand and shook hers, gently as you smiled to her, both of you being the same height.
"Yes. He's 'the new one', dorming with Cameron and Aayan" Mr Hoffmann spoke, venom dripping while quoting Ms Smathers.

Ms Smathers ignored his tone and clapped her hands with a smile on her face.
"Oh, you're so lucky! Cameron and Aaron are lovely boys, you'll get on incredibly well!" she gave off a soft chuckle at the end, and reached her hand across to your shoulder and walked you into class. You were confused on the changes between 'Aayan' and 'Aaron', perhaps she misheard him?
"Thank you for being the chauffeur, Hoffmann!" She yelled while closing the door on him, making him unable to get any more words out.
"Ugh," she turned you around to face her, "Sorry about that, he's always such a grump. Hope he didn't rub off on you" she winked, then pointed you to a free desk, next to a pale boy, who greeted himself as 'Cameron'.

Class had been fun, working on the differences between the Roman and Greek religions, and why they were so similar. During class, you had met your dormmates, Cameron, a blond lanky Scottish 19 year old with facial hair growing in patches, and Aayan, a middle-eastern 20 year old with pitch black hair and a sharp jaw line, though everyone else just called him "Aaron", you called him that as well, for simplistic purposes.
Your newfound friends seemed pleasant, though none of them seemingly giving off "gay" vibes, though you did make it known to them that you were attracted to men, not wanting to beat around the bush since you would be spending the next 2 years with them. They were accepting, holding no judgement, though they did warn you that other students weren't as accepting as they were, and to not tell others unless you were sure they would also keep it a secret.

You agreed to their terms, while you had put up a wall to seem more threatening, you still didn't like being bullied, especially for your sexuality.

And so had begun your actual first day at the new college.