The Gay Nerd Who Stole His Heart

This only happened a few times in his high school. A few fifth years that were bigger and bulky assumed he was a freshman because of the big glasses on the bridge of his nose and approached him, slamming his face against the locker and causing his glasses to fall off.

Kylan felt a sharp pain rush through his head as all the books he was about to throw into his locker fell onto the floor. He cursed, his blurry eyesight causing the headache to pound even worse, but the fifth years were not done yet, as they grabbed him from the back of his shirt and turned him around, pushing his back on the lockers. One of the fifth years slammed his knuckles against the locker beside his head, and Kylan was a bit in distress, although they did not exactly scare him. Rather, he felt as if they were simply a nuisance, and defending himself would only make it worse.

The fifth year leaned forward, "We need your help."

"Can't you ask someone else?" Kylan mumbled tiredly, "I'm not in the mood—"

He was interrupted by his head being slammed against the locker once more, and he choked on his own spit. The pain striking through his head was a bother, and he clamped his lips shut, not wanting them to do that again. "My buddy here needs to have an essay done by tonight," he ushered, "can you do it?"

Kylan frowned, "I'm not good in English class."

"Doesn't matter," the fifth year forced, "write the fucking paper or else we'll knock you the fuck out. So what do you say?" Although he did not want to get his head slammed again, he did not exactly want to say yes. The time was not there, and he had other things to focus on, such as what Jonah was doing, and why he had kissed him, and debating whether to talk to him or not. After a long sigh, he tilted his head to the side unbothered, as if he was not being bullied at this instant. He had gotten bullied so many times that at this point, although it did not happen often, he was numb to it. The fifth year was growing angrier as he tightened his grip against Kylan's collar, "What do you say?!"

"He says no." Jonah's angry deep growl made the fifth years suddenly turn around to face him, and instantly, they pulled away from Kylan, whose body also became rigid. He was unsure whether to bend over and grab his glasses or wait until Jonah left to do so. Jonah approached them, holding his bag with one hand over his shoulder, and glared at all four of them. However, they thought we would stop walking, but he didn't, rather continued to march peacefully without glancing back towards them. Although, he did add afterward, "I hope you know that my father can give in a good word to have you all expelled."

When they heard that threat, the fifth years immediately pushed themselves off the lockers and stepped away from Kylan, who struggled to find his glasses that were on the ground. When he did, one of the lenses was broken, and he sighed stressfully, hearing the bell ring for the first class. He entered the class and squinted his eyes to determine who was sitting beside his seat. He was surprised to meet Jonah's gaze, who followed him until he reached the seat beside him. However, Jonah did not appear content, and as Kylan sent fingers through his hair, loosening his bag from around him, Jonah leaned towards him and asked, "Why aren't you wearing your glasses?"

Kylan clumsily touched his face, attempting to feel his glasses that weren't there. That was what his anxiety did to him, and he quickly placed his palm back on his desk. One thing that helped was that he could barely see Jonah's features, but his hormones knew it was him he was talking to. He scratched the back of his neck before stuttering, "T-they broke."

"From those guys?" Jonah asked unhappily.

When he nodded his head, Jonah did not reply, but such a tension fixed the atmosphere, and it seemed as if it had gotten a bit too humid, much more than it should be. The professor closed the door, and the lesson began. He then realized that everything the professor was writing on the board was all blurry, and he could not read any of it, which caused him to curse under his breath. The blurry vision went on for the whole day, including P.E, in which he did not play, rather sat aside since his eyesight was so bad that the gym teacher was afraid he would get hit with a ball.

As Jonah stood around with his group, talking to them as they played basketball, Bradley noticed Kylan's eyes following him, and surpassingly it annoyed him. He scoffed and nodded towards him, "Jonah, that kid has been staring at you nonstop the whole game."

Jonah glanced over his shoulder and noticed Kylan's eyes quickly divert from him, uneasily scratching his neck. "If you get a bit wider and cut in towards the ball, I'll try to run around you and hit the three-point line from outside" Jonah ignored.

Bradley raised an eyebrow, "He's like eyeing you bad; I think he's gay."

Jonah rolled his eyes, "What does that have to do with the game?" "Don't you find it weird?"

"If it bothers you that much, tell him to stop," Jonah hissed back, pulling away from the group, "but it's not hurting me whatsoever."

The game resumed, and the girls in the class that were yo next were standing by the sidelines cheering them on. The boys played as if they were in an actual competition, and fouls were argued, as well as plans. However, during that time, a girl in the gym class was eyeing Kylan from afar and remembered him from the party. He appeared incredibly different in his glasses, and she adored the way he bit his nails nervously as he studied the game being played. She stood from her spot and made her way around the court, waving a hand in his direction when he met her gaze.

He was a bit startled and turned around to face behind him before realizing that she was approaching him. He cursed under his breath, not wanting to engage in any conversation, let alone with a girl sending him seductive eyeballs, but being rude was not in his nature. Instead, he sent her a dry smile, greeting her as she found a spot beside him.

She cleared her throat, "Why aren't you playing?"

"My glasses broke, and I can't see very well without them," he explained coldly, not interested in speaking with her.

After a small chuckle, she leaned towards him, "I could guide you towards the ball." He did not laugh at her joke since he did not find it funny whatsoever, and he was focused on the calf muscles Jonah had, although he could not distinguish every shadow that shaped them. His entire physique was so admiring that he did not want to pull his eyes away. "I saw you at the party the other day."

That was what caught his attention, and it did boost his ego a bit since he needed it. He turned to her, finally meeting her gaze, and said, "I did go, yes."

"Do you usually go out?"

"No," he shook his head, "only when my cousin makes me." He had not seen Ella the entire day, and he was a bit worried that she was still angry about their small argument. Her temper was not exactly the best. "I'm Ashley, by the way."

"Kylan," he replied with a firm shake of her hand.

She chuckled, "I'm a junior but was pushed up since there was no more spot in those classes."

There was not a single bone in Kylan's body that cared, but having girls coming up to him and admiring him was what interested him the most. After shrugging his shoulders, he commented, "It's basically the same class." "That's what they told me." He simply nodded his head, not too good at social skills and unsure what to say next. She noticed the uneasiness displayed on his face and quickly asked, "What do you plan on doing next year?" "I got a few soccer scholarship offers, and I already committed to one of the schools," he said.

Her eyes widened in excitement, "That's awesome, congratulations-"

"Yea," a deep, menacing voice growled from in front of them, and before Kylan could glance upwards, a sudden cold liquid was poured all over his head. Luckily it had been water, but the entire bottle was emptied onto him, and most students around gasped in shock as Kylan closed his eyes, waiting for whoever was ridiculing him to stop. When he felt it stop, his clothes and hair soaked wet, he finally wiped his eyes and raised his head. He never got angry and never really defended himself to teasing and bullying, but being embarrassed in front of numerous sets of eyes was one thing he could not handle. The worst part was that the navy gaze he admired greatly was what he met. Jonah threw the empty bottle aside, and Bradley came, slapping his hand. Roaring laughter echoed across the gym, and Kylan felt his heart clench, his eyes turning in every direction and meeting a different set of teeth as everybody laughed at his embarrassment. "That is so awesome," Jonah added with sarcasm, laughing as well.

Kylan immediately stood to his feet in shock and terror and sprinted from the gym, rushing to the changing room and putting on his regular attire before grabbing his bag and exiting the gym. He had never gotten upset over pranks, but oddly enough, this one had hit a sensitive nerve that he thought he did not have. Maybe it was because it had been Jonah that had done it, and as he marched through the hall, finding his locker and pulling books from within, he loads his school bag stressfully, heaving as his breathing did not halt its panic.

It was not until he heard Ella's voice screaming in his ear that his focus switched. She examined his eyes and saw how wet his hair was. She knew something awful had occurred. Jonah bit his bottom lip, attempting to hide his emotions, but could not do that from Ella, who knew what any twitch of his body meant.

"What happened?" she asked worriedly.

Kylan shook his head, turning back to his locker and closing it. "I'm fine. I just need to go home "

"Ky, tell me what happened," she insisted, following him as he continued his walk down the hall. He continued to march rapidly, ignoring her worried comments, and exited the school. It was not until Ella reached for his wrist and forcefully twisted him around that he finally met her gaze. With a raised eyebrow, she placed her palm on her hips and said, "Are you really going to walk away from me without saying anything?"

He sighed depressively, without even understanding why his emotions were reacting that way. He never even cared when he was being played with, but that one thing and the entire classroom laughing had gotten him into such a sad state. He explained what had transpired to Ella in her car as they drove back to his home from buying some ice cream. Ella growled as she vented her rage, screaming about what she would do to all of them tomorrow at school. Although she did not exactly comfort him, being merely in her presence was enough to switch his mind into believing he was alright.

"I'm just going to head to bed and nap," he said tiredly as they arrived home. This was always his last resort when he was upset, simply sleeping it off and waking up later as good as new.

Ella deposed her back in front of the door and kicked her shoes off before following him up the stairs, "Can I nap with you?"

He yawned and nodded his head, jumping onto his bed when he reached his room. Ella jumped beside him, and they both crawled underneath his blanket, Kylan turning his back to her as he always did. She placed a palm on his back and patted soothingly before turning her back towards him, and they both fell asleep in a matter of seconds.