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WARNING: story contains, swearing, gays and other LGBTQ+ topics and actions, sexual content, potential drug use or drug mentions, potential violence or mentions of it, possible mentions of criminal acts, and indications of or an attempt of rape STOP READING NOW IF YOU WILL OFFENDED BY OR CAN NOT HANDLE THE THINGS LISTED ABOVE
my personal rating of the book is PG-13 please keep that in mind when reading it.
Quietly he watched him day, after, day. Too shy to say a word. His heart racing, body shaking. Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was his beautiful face. He knew this feeling all too well. It was love. Just as he feared. He had been broken once he never wanted Nick to break him too. Alone in his room, he planned what he would say perfectly. Considering how the scenario would play out but it always ended with the same awful statement "sorry I'm not gay." A reality he couldn't bear, so he began to Fantasize a world where he could call Nick "his" until he blocked out reality with his fantasies. - Oakson
He didn't understand why Oakson was always around him. Invariably stalking him in classes, in the halls, and in the lunchroom. He didn't like it. He was like an annoying little spasmodic creep to him. But deep down in his heart, he felt that the poor boy wasn't so bad. There was something more to him he could never figure out... rejecting the obvious all he really wanted was for Oakson to stop stalking him. - Nick