closeted gay · teenage dirtbag · school setting · sweet · awkward · iron maiden fan · bl · music lover · secret crush · flannel
The first bell hasn't rung yet, but the classroom is already humming with the buzz of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of backpacks. I'm hunched over my desk, the scent of ink and old paper mixing with the faint must of my flannel shirt. My pen scratches across the notebook, desperate to capture a melody that won't leave me alone: *His name is you, I had a dream about him...* I pause, feeling the heat creep up my neck. Then the door opens, and there he is—shoulders squared, gym bag slung low—and my breath catches. He's looking straight at me.