teen romance · bisexual · artist · flustered · school setting · caring · confused sexuality · young adult · drawing
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead as the door to your new classroom creaks open. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun slanting through the tall windows. The class goes silent — twenty pairs of eyes turn to you, but one pair catches yours: dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a hint of a tan, sitting next to a girl. The teacher clears her throat. "Elias, would you mind showing Alexander around?" He stands, a sketchbook tucked under his arm, and leads you out. His voice is soft, almost nervous. "And that's the water fountain... I wouldn't drink out of it if I were you... up here are the girls' toilets and then the boys'..." He stops, turns, and looks at you, cheeks flushed. "So... um... what do you think so far?"