The Gay Nerd Who Stole His Heart

The coldness of the middle of September was hitting him as Kylan tightened his windbreaker around his shoulders and slowly marched towards Ella's vehicle. The weekend had been atrocious, and although he and his father had a long way to go before being reconciled, he was allowed back in the home. However, there was such a deep hole in his heart that he knew it was going to take a while before it would heal once again. The words his father had jabbed had been series of harsh realities he was forced to face. His father was ashamed of him for being who he wanted to be and also hated Kylan being his son.

Another occurrence that made his heart clench was what he had spat to Jonah, whom he was not too sure could forgive him. He had been insanely emotional at the moment and spent the entire next day dwelling on what he had said. Jonah had done nothing but be gentle and helpful, and if it was not for him, who knows what would have happened that first night. He needed to apologize, and he was unsure when or how, but he needed to.

As he climbed into Ella's car, Ella instantly felt a strange atmosphere coming from Kylan as he lethargically entered and sat down. She raised an eyebrow immediately, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," he breathed, but her eyes widened in shock when she noticed him wincing as his back laid on the seat.

She shook her head in disbelief, "Don't tell me "

"I don't want to talk about it."

She sighed stressfully, tapping the steering wheel as she pulled out of the parking lot and drifted away. However, during the quiet ride, with Kylan's gloomy attitude, she said, "You will eventually have to tell me what happened." He nodded his head and replied, "Just leave it a rest for now."

Ella leaned beside his locker, observing his slow movements as he reached for all the textbooks he needed. It was evident he was injured, and this had obviously occurred before. However, his father never randomly hit him. There must have been something that happened. Grumbling under her breath, she thought of reasons that may be possibly why Kylan had gotten in trouble. Usually, he was over it in about an hour, but the bag underneath his eyes determined that he had had no sleep, and his attitude now was showing that he was not over it.

"Hey Ella," she heard her name being called and met Micky's gaze, who was approaching them. Kylan really did not want to speak to anybody and ignored her presence as he sorted his books.

Ella embraced her friend, "What's going on?"

"We are ditching first to go to Julio's Breakfast. Want to come?"

Hesitantly, she turned towards Kylan, who ignored their presence. She really wanted to stay with him, but they were not even in the same class. Reluctantly, she nodded her head and asked Kylan, "You want to come?" "No," he said coldly.

She bit her bottom lip and replied, "See you after first?"

He shrugged his shoulders. Ella and Micky marched away from him, Micky surely asking Ella questions about Kylan's attitude. As Kylan closed his locker, he sighed dreadfully, but when the girl from P.E last week yelled his name across the hall and began jogging towards him, he was ready to punch the locker. He was in no mood to speak to anybody and cursed under his breath.

"Kylan," she greeted, reaching around his neck for a hug, which he returned. "How are you? I was worried about you ever since P.E." "I'm fine," he said.

She nodded her head with a grin, "That's awesome. How was your weekend?"

"Fine, yours?"

She tilted her head to the side, "It was alright. I went fishing with my uncle, and we caught a few, which was quite disgusting when they were squirming around trying to find water."

He nodded his head but did not reply. She took notice of the distance between them but did not want to settle for it. "Have you heard of the ball dance coming up soon?" "No, I haven't."

"Well, it's at the end of the month," she started, explaining the event that was to occur. However, Kylan's focus has been distracted, drifted to the familiar, recognizable voice echoing from down the hall and approaching them. It was not long until Jonah came to sight, with friends following behind him as he laughed with them, shoving one another at times and chatting away about nothing and everything.

Ashley's voice had blurred from his ears, and he observed as Jonah approached them and finally made eye contact with Kylan, who gulped. Their eyes met for quite a few seconds before Jonah sharply turned away and marched past them as if Kylan did not exist. He knew Jonah would have been hurt, but it was harder to face it than to think of it simply. He had reacted horribly with him, and apologizing seemed harder than he thought it would be. Soon enough, the bell rang, and Ashley said goodbye.

"I'll see you later," she beamed and skipped away to her class.

Finally, alone at last, he marched to his own classroom and was surprised when he saw that Jonah was sitting at the same seat, the one beside him. He reached the back and sat in his chair, feeling the tense atmosphere that he assumed Jonah could sense as well. However, Jonah was leaning into his palm and facing the other direction, talking to his friend. Kylan did not exactly have friends in that class and quietly crossed his arms and faced the front. He did steal a few peeks towards Jonah, but Jonah did not glance in his direction at all. It sucked since Kylan was continuing to admiring all the features that made him crush on Jonah in the first place.

His jet black hair was properly styled, and he had a toned build with a good height. He had a sharp nose, a square slicing jaw, and big rough hands. He had messed it all up but was a bit too frightened to apologize, confrontations never being his specialty. The professor entered the classroom, the announcements played, and soon, the lecture was in session.

As the class started, Kylan heard Jonah asked the person beside him, "You have a pen I could use?"

"No, sorry, buddy," the classmate answered.

Jonah tapped the person in front of him, and when she turned back, he asked, "Can I borrow a pen from you?"

The girl replied, "I'm sorry, I don't have an extra one."

When Jonah sighed, unsure what to do next, Kylan saw this as an opportunity to make amends. Not exactly as means to apologize, but at least to show Jonah that he was still the kind Kylan he always was. As he reached in his bag and grabbed an extra pen, he leaned over to Jonah and whispered, "You can use mine?" It had taken a lot of courage to do that, and his heart was beating terribly hard it seemed as if he was wearing headphones at full blast.

Jonah glanced in his direction, a dry look in his eyes before coldly replying, "I don't need yours."