"What the hell do you think you are doing?! Let go of my hand, you stupid scum bag!" Trevor kept on yelling at Charlie. Some of the kids in the halls were watching them amusedly while some others were quiet confused about why Charlie was dragging along someone like Trevor with him.
"Could you please just keep it low? You are dragging all the attention on to us"
"Oh yeah? If you want me to keep it low, you should just--" Trevor shut himself up when Charlie opened the door to the classroom.
He scowled at how every head turned towards the them.
Like they haven't ever seen two guys holding hands. Wait, no, that's not what-- Trevor shut his brain out as a number of unnecessary thoughts came rushing in.
Charlie put an arm around Trevor's neck and walked to one of the many empty seats in the room. Trevor grunted disapprovingly at the action, but decided not to do anything about it as there were just too many eyes watching.
"From today onwards, you won't skip any class and you will study everything properly, sitting right beside me and you're gonna score good marks. Fine?" Charlie smirked as he sat himself down after making Trevor sit down.
Trevor looked at him for some time and then bronx cheered, causing Charlie's lips to twitch up in amusement.
"Really?" He scoffed out.
Trevor kept his glare.
"Conner's habits are brushing off on you"
"You are such a party pooper"
Charlie chuckled. "I know, right?"
"I'm going to kill you later"
"Okay"
Trevor groaned out of annoyance. Loudly.
And it made Charlie feel like someone put a snowball in the pit of his stomach.
He was afraid he might blush. So, he looked away.
He wondered why he was feeling the way he did. He needed to get it out of his head if he needs to sit here with the guy. But him being the stupid sensual guy he was, just couldn't think straight. For that particular reason, he regretted bringing Trevor along with him.
The class fell silent and Charlie looked up to see their english teacher, Miss West, walk into the class.
He turned his head towards Trevor and saw him glaring daggers at the head of the guy sitting in front of them.
"What the heck are you staring at?" The voice seemed to come out of no where that it startled him.
Charlie snapped out of his trance and looked forward. "Nothing. Just wondering if you are going to set his head on fire. You know, the way you glare at it" he shrugged.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Funny" Trevor muttered dismissively as he laid his head down on the table, shutting off everything around him.
He really hated studying. And that too by sitting beside a nerd who is also a major party pooper? That's the last thing he ever wanted to happen to him. He wished for sleep to consume him as soon as possible and closed his eyes, hoping to dream of a world without schools or teachers.
Charlie noticed Trevor trying to drift off to sleep. But he didn't wake him up. He just kept glancing at his face every now and then, admiring the fact that his face seemed just so perfect to him, though it had a scratch or two here and there from the frequent fights he got himself into.
Charlie liked how Trevor's eyebrows were long and dark, but not as thick as his own. He wondered if Trevor really was asleep as he saw his pupils move behind his closed eyelids.
Maybe he is about to drift off.
He didn't feel like listening to anything the teacher was saying. It was so unlikely of him. But he was so gay for the boy sitting (or sleeping?) beside him that nothing else truly mattered anymore.
"Carlton!"
Charlie snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a grim feminine voice call out his name.
Shit.