When I tell you this is a romance story, you might think: Sweet! Who’s the lucky lady? Well guess what? We’re both boys. Hi…. I guess you must find something about me interesting, huh? Ok…. Chapter 4 “Oh. Wow. Uh, nice.” I stutter, my voice cracking. I’m seeing Kenny in a whole new light. A new, cuter, light. Jeez Ace, you don’t need to crush on the first bi guy you meet. Kenny isn’t really my type though. Plus, he has a girlfriend. Also, bi guys can still be transphobes. We don’t speak for the rest of the night. The next morning I’m in a rush, it’s the first day of class, and I’m hurrying into my clothes because according to my schedule, period 1(honors English) is on the other side of campus. Kenny stares at me like I’m a crazy person. “What’s the rush?” He asks. “I have English first, it’s on the other side of campus.” I huff. Kenny regards me oddly, takes the map of Bayview High, and flips it over. “You were holding it upside down, English is in the building right next to our dorm.” I feel dumb. “Thanks.” After greasing my hair until it looks awesome, I get to honors English. It’s a 7th-8th grade mix, so there are some seriously tall kids there. Ivy waves at me, so I sit down next to her. “Hey.” I say happily. “Hi.” She replies, looking at the door to the classroom. A girl with frizzy black hair tied into a bun walks in. “Uh, is it OK if my girl-, uh sorry, my FRIEND sits here instead. She’s in 8th grade so this is the only class I see her in. I promise I’ll sit next to you in every other class!!!!!” Ivy pleads. “Yeah, OK.” I grumble. “TYSM! You’re the best!!” She squeals. //If I’m the best why doesn’t she want to sit next to me.// I sit at the only empty desk I can find. It’s in the back. I feel mediocre. “Hey can I sit here?” I look up to see a boy (he’s presented very masc so I’m going to assume sorry) with curly black hair shaved into a military style cut. He’s wearing a red shirt, and is really tall, compared to me at least. He’s probably an 8th grader. He’s pretty cute, aside from the weird haircut. “Sure.” I squeak. “Thanks.” “I’m Ace.” I squeak again. Why does my dumb voice want to crack so much. “Uh, does your voice always sound like that?” The boy asks. “No!” I yelp. “Yes, maybe, I have no idea?” “Uh, OK.” “What’s your name?” I ask, desperate for a subject change. “Arch. I’m Arch.”
This is a really long one! It could have been 2 chapters, but I’m making a We’re Both Boys art contest, and I wanted Arch to be one of the options to draw. :D
