forum The Bully and the Nerd: A Gay Romance

Started January 27, 2020 by @SupernaturalSyGuyIsTIred group

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Jack released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Yeah… goodbye.” He mumbled.

The weekend came and gone as a speeding car. Davis stood at his locker, waiting for Jack to give him his newly organized binders.

A promise is a promise; for the week I won't harass the fagot.

Jack walked into school, a couple bruises that were not from Davis in his cheeks though he didn’t bother hiding them. He reached the locker, holding out the binders which were organised as much as possible.

Davis took the binders from the smaller teen. His eyes go wide upon seeing the dark bruises on Jackson's face. "I know for a fact that I didn't cause those." Did some other homo aggressively fuck his face or something?

“Careful, it almost sounded like you cared for a moment there.” Jackson shook his head, opening his own locker to pull out the books he needed.

"I like sticking to my word; you organized my binders, so you get the week off," Davis says as he gathers what he needs for the first class of the day. He struggles to suppress a yawn, and reaches for the thermos down by his feet.

“You might. That doesn’t mean your friends aren’t gonna give me shit.” Jack rubbed at the bruises on his face, clearly in pain as he shut his locker, “See you in class later.”

(I was kinda thinking the same thing!)

Davis strolled into the classroom close to being tardy with less than a minute to spare. He seats himself at his desk, placing his thermos just to the side of his things. A sigh escapes him.

It's too early for this crap…. Why can't we do math when we're actually awake?

Jack had been there early, of course. He'd seated himself in the back corner of the classroom away from everyone and Davis. Even though he was good at maths, he didn't want to be here at all today.

Davis sat and listened to their teacher explain quadratic formulas, trying not to groan from the fact that it's something that they already know. His thoughts drift towards his friends.
Mark has some nice muscles…. His face flushes in embarrassment upon realizing the arrant thought. Stop it!

Jack glanced over at Davis, trying not to let his gaze linger and get caught. He noticed the blush and raised and eyebrow, though turned back to his book. Why would Davis be blushing? At maths?

"Mr. Jones?" Mrs. Crabtree called, attempting to get the young man's attention. "Perhaps you could solve the problem, or are you too busy daydreaming?"

Davis looked up to see that their math teacher now stood directly in front of him. She pointed to the Smart-board where an unsolved formula sat waiting. He swore under his breath as he stood and approached the board, already doing some of the work in his head.

Far too early in the day for this.

Jack bit his lip. He scribbled down the answer on a piece of paper and held it up when the teacher wasn’t looking. Hopefully Davis would see it before he had to hide the answer. He didn’t know what compelled him to help his bully out but he did it anyway.

Davis turned to look at his classmates, specifically Allison, and saw that Jackson had quickly wrote the answer down on a piece of paper. His brow scrunches up in confusion.

Mr. Know-it-all is sticking his neck out for me? Why? Deciding to take a chance Davis copies the answer onto the board. He looks towards Mrs. Crabtree, smirking at her.

Mrs. Crabtree sighs. "Go back to your seat, Mr. Jones, and wipe that smug look off your face!" She then goes on to show how Davis, through Jack, had gotten the correct answer.

"Good job Davey," Allison says, tucking some hair behind her ear and giving him a small grin.

Jackson rolled his eyes, scrunching up the piece of paper. He started copying down the notes from the board, even though he knew all this and didn't need to. At least Mrs Crabtree wouldn't single him out if it looked like he was working.

(I love that Jack took pity on him. 😍 Nobody likes being singled out like that.)

Class went by slowly, as it usually did. Davis took his notes, filling them out where necessary. He'd occasionally glance at Jackson, wondering why the smaller male did what he did.

Don't overthink it, Davis. He was just giving you pity for being called out.

(Bruh I'd hate it if that happened to me and so would Jack)

Jack tried not to think about what or why he did what he did. It was stupid and he was too kind sometimes. And it was Davis of all people. When class ended, Jack breathed a sigh of relief, packing up his books.

Davis, for once, didn't waste any time at his locker. Instead he simply ignored Jack, gathered what he needed for his next class, which he didn't have with Jackson. Prowling down the hallway he grins, overhearing rumors of events that may or not have happened during the weekend.

"I heard that Davis took Allison out on a romantic getaway. God, she's so lucky! one girl is heard saying. "I wish he'd notice me!"

Jack didn't know if he was lucky that Davis was ignoring him or not. It was strange though but he didn't bother to ask about it. He had a free for his next lesson so he slunk away to the library to get some reading done.

(Maybe.)

A somewhat tall, dark haired boy with a short, layered haircut came into the library, beelining for the fiction section.

Hmmm…. Maybe something like Salem's Lot, or anything by Edgar Allen Poe, he thought, pulling The Fall of the House of Usher and The Masque of the Red Death from the shelves. After checking them out he makes his way to a beanbag chair, carefully flops down, and notices Jackson.

Jack was curled up in a chair not too far away. He was small enough to do so but he didn’t really care at this point, one leg swung over the arm of the chair. He was re-reading Lord of the Rings and was so lost in the book he didn’t notice the other boy looking at him.