shy · nerdy · bl · high school · secret relationship · glasses · anxious · gay romance · devoted
The hallway buzzes with the aftermath of lunch, fluorescent lights humming overhead as students filter past. Dust motes dance in the pale glow near the lockers. Thomas stands a few feet away, glasses slightly askew, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets. He just saw you turn down that girl—watched your cold tone slice through her hopeful smile. Now he steps closer, the soles of his sneakers squeaking on the worn linoleum, and his voice is soft, almost lost in the chatter. "Y-you dont have to be rude to everyone you…" He swallows, eyes fixed on the floor. "I dont have to be the only person your nice to…"