TW: homophobia, Death-threats, mention of self-harm!!
First day of lessons in this burning hell hole. It too early in the morning for this, and it just so happens I slept in late and missed breakfast. I was making my way to the building in which they call a good learning environment. In my opinion, it was more of a palace then a school. Every classroom was capable of holding well over one-hundred people and the roof of the library is painted in classical artworks of cupid and naked people. I had English first, the most boring subject of all time, it was almost bad as having mathematics right after. The bell rang to signal students to the dining hall for lunch. Simple snacks and food were out for students to take, and the cooks had prepared more full meals for those who weren't happy with plain snacks.
As expected, Myles was waiting at our usual table in the back corner of the hall with a bag of chips and an apple. I snatch a bag of cookies and a protein bar that looked like a dog shit and would taste just as bad. I crossed the room and took my seat next to Myles where we pick out people of the crowd to talk about.
"Hey, how are ya classes going so far?" Myles looks up at me, my eyes lock with his and my god his eyes are just so beautiful. They were a hazel with gold spots that shine when they catch the sun, even with glasses on you can still see the little green spot in the bottom corner of his right eye. Little details that make him even more beautiful.
"Boring as hell, I had English and mathematics, what about you?" I ask him when observing how disgusting the protein bar is before placing it down on the table to eat my bag of cookies.
"I had double art... and I've actually started doing my own works now, teachers hate it, and Mrs. Albrecht is gonna kill me but oh well. I've got an impressive friend who deserves to see works done by me." he said with the most adorable expression on his face and a sweet little smile, I could swear he was blushing a bit.
"Wait, really? Can I actually see your artworks?" My voice was higher than usual, and I was buzzing with excitement to be able to see Myles's work. He occasionally spoke about his art, but I've never seen them with my own eyes.
"I mean why not right? I can trust you." He spoke quietly and once again caught my eyes and I felt like I was stuck in his gaze. My train of thought was broken when I heard someone yelling my name.
"Hayes! Here! Now!" Stout yells across the hall again, it's becoming very obvious his voice is more powerful than his little legs. I give Myles a scared glance and he reaches out and gives my hand a slight squeeze and whispers a 'You'll be ok' and good luck'. I stand up and make my way over to Stout, in this moment I just want to cuddle into Myles and pray it goes away.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" Fuck I haven't felt this nervous in... probably a week ago when I met Myles. Stout Jerks his head to the hallway and starts waddling till we get to an office with 'Mr. Richard Stout' marked on the door. So, I guess an alternative name for him could be Dick, fits well. He opens the door and sits down behind his desk; I take the seat across from him.
"So, you and Kingstone are still... talking, huh? He must've worked some bloody good sinner magic on you! I mean who would want to be seen with such a disgusting thing. He's absolutely revolting, I hate even talking about him. I really want him to just die, cut his arm for all I care and just bleed out!" Stout spoke with a hideous smirk on his face, it made my blood boil with how horrible he was to Myles, and again I just wanted to hug and confide in Myles. No one deserves to be treated like this old motherfucker, or any person in this school does.
"Why are you still sitting with him? even engaging in conversation!? Has no one told you? The little fuckers a fa-" I cut him off by standing up so suddenly Stout jumped back into his seat. I hung my head low, and I could feel a tear swell in my eye.
"I truly don't care what position you hold in this school, or if you’re of any importance at all. You don't deserve to be here. You are a mean motherfucker and I never want to hear another piece of shit come out of your mouth about Myles, and if I do, my father is one call away from getting you fired or even better put behind bars!" I speak confidently so he knows I'm not fucking around with this. He obviously got the idea and just stared at me with a worried look in his eye. I storm out of the office; I try to gather my thoughts before returning back to Myles in the dining hall. To my joy but also sadness the bell rang, and I won't see Myles till when classes are done. and I make my way to my next class.
throughout the rest of the day, I got plenty of comments on my friendship with Myles teachers turn their noses up in disgust when I have nothing to say but 'he's human' or 'he's nice to me so that's what matters'. I sit alone in class contemplating whether or not I tell Myles about what Stout said or not.
I just wanna be with him right now.
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