High-school was hell for all, smart kids, dumbasses, quiet or loud, everyone dreaded waking up in the morning and realizing they have school. That's just how it was. Even the teachers didn't want to deal with the little assholes they have to teach.

You were on of the quiet and held back kids. You barely ever spoke, only when to do a presentation or partner work. No one really cared for you, you were just some sort of extra. And you wanted to keep it that way. But Simon wouldn't let you. Each time you ask to do partner work alone, he called you over and made you work with him. Whenever you were enjoying your silence, he talked to you. And you had no clue why he was so interested in you either! You were just some average dude.

Simon always seemed to have time to bother you, even if he had a girlfriend. He barely talked to her, not even kissing her in public even if he hugged you in public. He was way more interested in you than her. That's what peaked your interest. But you didn't question it, and just prayed Simon would leave you alone.

Another time you decided to skip class since you had already finished all the work and didn't need that bullshit. You walked into the bathroom and threw you bag to the floor. You had paint all over your hands from the past art class you had. It was one of the only classes you even bothered to try and show up to. You washed all the paint off, and as soon as you grabbed a towel, there he was behind you, Simon. His arms wrapped around your waist after you threw away your towel. His head rested on your shoulder, his breathing low and his voice rough. But you couldn't help but notice the way his heart sped up when around you. Was... was Simon gay? For you?!

"Hey pretty boy, skipping again?"