Chase opened his binder, unaware of the guy who (or is it whom? why is whom even a word anymore…) he bumped into earlier. One of the jocks sniggered at him, and Chase caught the whispers of words like ‘homo’ and ‘freak’ again. Another jock threw a paper ball at his face, which he didn’t react to. Just ignore them, just ignore them, just ignore them…
He sat down next to the guy, pulling his short legs up and sat in the desk with his legs crossed. My as well get this day over with…. He glared at the paper ball that ended up on the floor. Maybe this guy’s just overall having a worse day than I am…
Chase wished he could just turn invisible, and he doubt the guy sitting next to him wanted to be next to him, or maybe he just got sent here on one of Kemp and Jacobs errands to tease and be snarky. Even if the guy was kinda cute. No. I have to stop thinking like that…
Tristan opened up some tiny notebook he had and began doodling and such. I suppose this day is typically a bad one for everyone…. He scrawled and scribbled, being completely distracted. After a few seconds, he managed to make a fierce bear out of it. It hasn’t been five minutes and I already miss you, Graham.
The teacher was rambling about politics (narrows eyes at my AP world teacher lol) when Chase noticed the guy’s bear drawing. “That’s cool…” He mumbled, barely more than silent, then turned red and fixed his eyes to the floor. He probably doesn’t want some freak like me bothering him…
(Lol :3)
Tristan was surprised— not only did the guy not wring his neck, but he was actually addressed and talked to! “Oh— thanks,” He said back, still moving his hand swiftly. It’s surprising that anyone wants to talk to me….. He managed to draw himself riding on the back of the bear, and wrote “best friends for life” next to it. Love you, Graham.
“I— Uhhh…” Chase was somewhat shocked to get a reply, he looked back up to look at the guy’s face. This kind of stuff didn’t happen to him. He felt heat rise to his face again, and innerly cursed himself for being the way he was.
I guess there’s more to this guy than I had thought originally… Tristan began another doodle of another bear— this time, it was more plushy and cuddly. He began humming a random line of notes very quietly to himself. Grahammmmmmm, He thought to himself, My best friend forever…. you make my life so much easier, and listen to what I have to say…..
The teacher called out a question, to the back table. As in the table that Chase and the stranger occupied. “How do you know to use who, or whom?” Chase panicked, tensing up and paling.
(Lol, was that on purpose? Who vs whom)
Tristan looked up and quit humming for a second. He just stayed quiet in hopes of the subject being changed. I really hate this class…
(Yes lol I hate who vs whom and I need answerrrrrssss XD)
“I- I- I d-don’t know…” Chase stuttered in reply since the other guy wasn’t going to. He heard a few other kids mocking his stutter, one of them whispering, “Homo can’t even talk he’s such a weirdo.” Chase’s face contorted slightly, fixing his gaze to the ground and praying that class would be over soon.
(LOOOOO me too thb)
Tristan just glared at the teacher, unsure of what to do. At least he… tried, I suppose….. He kept doodling, giving the cuddly bear some cutesy chibi anime eyes. I love you….
The teacher passed out worksheets just as the bell rang. Chase let his shoulder’s sag a little bit, on of the jocks hitting him over the head on his way out. It didn’t hurt, but it certainly wasn’t gentle. Chase gathered his binder and papers, still shamed.
(Shoulder’s????)
Tristan shoved everything into his book, expecting just as much to get slapped on the head. This guy…. He uncrossed his legs and got out of the desk. …I don’t understand what’s going on…. He shoved his pen into his pocket and headed on out. He glanced both ways for Kemp and Jacob before being on his way.
(lol, auto correct, *shoulders)
“Hey, sounds like the freak and shorty are getting together!” Kemp and Jacob called from across the hall as Chase walked out of the room, the jocks from English sniggering all the while. Chase turned red, instantly feeling bad that the other guy had to deal with this now.
(All i can do is feeel bad aaaaaaaaaaaa ;-;)
Freak…? Tristan turned around, watching Kemp and Jacob walk away, sniggering and laughing all the way. Getting together….? He realized what they meant, and his cheeks burned. He attempted to hide his face with his notebooks, abd in the process, dropped his drawings of Graham. How did they figure it out???
Chase had seen the papers fall, a felt like the least he could do was pick them up since he already brought a world’s load of trouble to the stranger just because the guy had to sit with him in english. Chase grabbed the drawings, pink dusting his cheeks as he stood and looked the the stranger. (Should Tristan run/walk away so Chase has to meet with him later?)
(The the stranger? Dude, why?
But ya sure)
Tristan wandered away red-faced, off to his next class (i’ll specify later probably). He found a nice seat near one side of the room and sat at the desk his usual way. Before class started, he opened up his book to realize he dropped his most recent sketches of Graham and bears in general.
W—Where did they go!!? His stomach lurched at the idea of loosing anything— even if it was just doodles of stuff. I-I had them with me when I left english, did they fall out or something??
(The the stranger? Dude, why?
But ya sure)
(Sorry /(>_<)\ I was writing it super late and I was tirrrreeddd reeeeeee lol)
Tristan wandered away red-faced, off to his next class (i’ll specify later probably). He found a nice seat near one side of the room and sat at the desk his usual way. Before class started, he opened up his book to realize he dropped his most recent sketches of Graham and bears in general.
W—Where did they go!!? His stomach lurched at the idea of loosing anything— even if it was just doodles of stuff. I-I had them with me when I left english, did they fall out or something??
Chase sighed, getting to his next class. I’ll find the guy after school, or maybe tomorrow… Chase put them gently in his binder, being as careful as possible to not wrinkle them as he waited for lunch.
(Lol I finally picked a class!)
Algebra II was pure torture– not only was it incredibly hard to follow, but he couldn't stop but think about where in the world his Graham doodles went. I could've swarn they were securely in my notebook… I guess not…. But what if someone finds them? Will they mock me? Although my name's not on them, everyone'll know who owns that kind of stuff…
(🧙🏻♀️)
(Also, should we timeskip to lunch(?)/their next hour together(?)/after school?)
(Sure— passing time before lunch :33333)
Chase looked wildly through the halls, trying to look for a flash auburn hair in the crowd until he saw the guy. “Uh, um, hey! Wait up!” He called, taking a deep breath as he tried to approach the stranger through the sea of people.
(Lol i bet you could barely see him he’s so short -w-)
Tristan heard someone calling, but he was almost sure they were referring to someone else. Maybe someone’s just gonna come and tease me…. His gut was already churning from loosing his prized Graham drawings, and he didn’t need any more stress on his shoulders. He put everything but his notebook and a pencil away, took out his lunchbox and closed his locker so he could quickly be on his way.
Chase tried to catch up to the stranger, but always ended up coincidentally getting shoved back just as he was getting close. Chase ended up following the guy all the way to the lunch room, where he finally caught up, “H-Hey, um, wait up, you dropped your drawings earlier and I-I wanted to return them.”