forum The Bully and the Nerd: A Gay Romance (Reboot)

Started December 05, 2020 by @SupernaturalSyGuyIsTIred group

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

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

The weekend had been nice, spending it with his sister had been uneventful and quiet. She had dropped him off at home Sunday night, which he had dreaded. But, as promised, he had taken care of the binders. But… he didn't look good. He had a split lip and a blooming bruise on his jaw. He glanced at Davis and hands him the binders. "As promised." They were neatly organized. "I rewrote a few pages of notes since they had either torn or made no sense. There are tabs to keep each class separated, and they're organized by date."

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

Akira paused at that, "Careful. For a second you almost sounded like you cared." He placed a few books in his locker, grabbing a few more things. He didn't feel in a chatty mood. He looked exhausted if carefully inspected.

"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.

He clicked his tongue. "For you maybe. Doesn't mean the rest of them aren't going to make my life a living hell." He murmured bitterly. "See you in class." He walks away, heading straight for their first period class.

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 after taking a large drink from it. The warm, bittersweet coffee washes down his throat, warming him up a bit. In a few minutes the caffeine would do its job and make him a little more alert. A sigh escapes him.

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

Akira, of course, was settled away from everyone, sketching away in his notebook as he waited for class to begin. Coffee was a life saver when it came to this class, that was for sure. He didn't want to be at school though. He hated being at school. He adjusts his glasses quietly, glancing up at the bell but then returning to his notebook.

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!

He sketched quietly in his notebook as their teacher gave the lecture. He risked a glance over at Davis only to become confused. Why was Davis blushing? At maths? What on earth- actually why should he care? It's not like it mattered. He sighed quietly and started back on his sketch.

"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.

He didn't know what he was doing but he carefully scribbled the answer onto a small sheet of paper and held it up subtly to the other. He wasn't sure why he was helping the other. Maybe it would ease up the bullying? He wasn't sure, but he kept quiet and his gaze away from Davis.

Davis turned to look at his classmates, specifically Allison, and saw that Akira 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, even showing work. 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 explain how Davis, through Akira, had gotten the correct answer.

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

Davis sat down, grabbed his thermos, and took a large gulp. His thoughts keep drifting towards Akira, coming up with reasons on why the twerp would decide to help.

Ah. That was probably why. Allison. She was very pretty and definitely Davis's type. He set his paper down and returned to his sketch. He didn't know why he helped Davis out… He just did. A deep sigh left his lips. He writes a few notes down and listened to the lecture, he didn't want to dwell on what he did too much.

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

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

Akira put the answer down before the teacher could notice, not even glancing at Davis when he felt the others eyes on him. He just kept quiet and ran a hand through his hair as he focused on his sketches. He had done mostly everything for this class, so the teacher usually let him off easy if he wasn't paying attention, however that often resulted in him getting bullied for being a teachers pet.

Time ticked by slowly before the bell finally rang. Davis, for once, didn't waste any time at his locker. Instead he simply ignored Akira, gathered what he needed for his next class, which he didn't have with the nerd. 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!"

Akira felt extremely grateful that Davis ignored him for once, and took a deep breath before moving to his locker, grabbing a few things before moving to the library for his free period. He ran a hand through his hair when he heard the girls talk about Davis, rolling his eyes. Davis was a cheap asshole who bullied people that were smaller than him. He was a dick, to put it simply. Akira hated him with everything he had, but it wasn't like he could do much. If he went to his sister, she'd make things worse and most likely try to fight him. She'd win, but it would cause more trouble with the court.. as for his parents- they only cared about his grades. He shoved himself into the library and to his comfortable little corner. He pulled out The Art of War and Other Classics of Eastern Philosophy thumbing through the pages until he found the page he was looking for and got comfortable.

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, pulls out his very own copy of The Count of Monte Cristo, and notices Akira.

Akira read quietly for the most part before glancing up when he felt a pair of eyes on him. He just prayed it wasn't one of Davis's goons. He was relieved to see it wasn't. He took note of the books in the others hands before returning to his own, reading in content.

The boy started to read, having bookmarked where he left off in The Count of Monte Cristo. He glances up at Akira again, this time noticing what he was reading. Sun Tzu? That tells me that he's a strategist, and that he has an interest in philosophical thinking. He returns his attention to his own book, and readjusts his position while reading the part where Edmond Dantès takes on the name of the titular character.

Akira hummed as he read quietly, writing a few things down in a notebook beside him. He loved many ancient texts, but this was one of his favorites. He hummed as he looked over at the other person, feeling the eyes of the other on him. He didn't say anything but noticed the book in the others hands. Curious… he tilts his head a bit before returning to his own book and reading in content.

"I see that you're interested in 'classic literature' as well," the other boy says. He squirms in his chosen beanbag chair, uncomfortable with being the one to make contact. It was out of character for him to do, yet sometimes breaking character was okay to do. It'll be fine. He can't possibly know that I'm from Midford and what happened there.

He glances up when the other talked to him before shutting his book slowly. "Erm… yeah I guess. My sister got me hooked. She's a history buff." He smiled a little bit as he looked over the cover of the book. "The Count of Monti Cristo is really good." He nods his head toward the book in the others hands. "What's your favorite part?" He tilts his head a bit. He wouldn't say no to a conversation, especially regarding literature.