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Awsten was the messy kid, the class clown who somehow passed his classes, despite the wishes of his teachers. They hate his guts for constantly initiating chaos in their class. He found that hilarious, knowing that they dreaded the 40 minutes a day where they’d be teaching him.
Today, he was sat in science, bored out of his mind. He had some stupid song stuck in his head, the teacher was droning on about biology or something at the front of the class and Geoff sitting next to him, clicking his pen to no end.
“Can you fucking stop?” He hissed, only to be met with Geoff sticking out his tongue at him.
Only 36 minutes until the bell rang. Great.
He tried looking around the classroom while waiting for the hands on the clock to finally read 1:15, memorising everything but the text on the page in front of him. Posters on the wall that looked about twenty years old, faded and torn at the edges. The paint chipping off the walls. The random names scratched into the desk. Who the fuck was Matt and why did he feel the need to ruin already bad furniture?
Eventually, his eyes caught the mess of brown and blonde hair in front of him. The weird kid, Michael. Probably doing his work. What a loser. His friend Luke was sat next to him, also taking notes from the board.
Michael’s hair was so stupid. Why was it brushed that way? Why did he decide to only dye those bits blonde? Why did he have a badge of some stupid rabbit plushie on his bag? Why was he wearing that jacket of all things?
“Awsten?” Geoff asked
“What do you want?” He whispered back, snapped out of his daydream.
“Why’re you staring at Michael?”
“‘Cause he looks stupid”
“Really? I think he looks cool”
“Awsten, Geoff, do you want to share your conversation with the class?” The teacher interrupted. Miss Trace or something. Stupid name. Awsten cursed himself internally for being loud enough to get caught, sighing before saying loudly,
“Yeah, Miss, we were talking about Michael’s hair. I don’t like it. Geoff does.” He declared, seeing Geoff blush from embarrassment beside him.
Michael turned around to see who was talking, trying not to laugh at the fact it was Awsten and he’d shown up the teacher like that. He shook his head, running his fingers through his missmatched hair.
“At least my hair isn’t mint coloured. You look like a mint ice cream,” he shot, before turning back into his desk, continuing to whisper with Luke.
Awsten blushed in anger, shocked he spoke back, and was about to yell before seeing the disapproving glare his teacher was giving him. Fuck her. Ruining everyone’s fun. Ruining some teenage enemies to lovers or some shit. Wait. Why did he just refer to it like that? There was no way in hell he liked Michael. He literally looked like a Guinea pig. Stupid.
Sighing, he looked down at his page. It was completely blank. There was no way he was learning anything this class, being distracted by Geoff and the Guinea pig guy. Miss whatever-her-name-is was now talking about some experiment, something to do with acidity in substances. How boring. He’d done that two years ago during his GCSE year. He didn’t need to do it again, or repeat any of the dumb notes he’d been forced to take down. What was even the point?
He watched Michael, who looked like he was actually writing, but from Awsten’s angle he could see he was actually just doodling in the margins of the page. Fair enough.
Bored, and with 20 minutes until the bell went, he decided to rip a page out of his notebook, trying to make the sound of paper ripping as quiet as possible as to not be caught. He scrunched it up into a ball, before throwing it at the back of Michael’s head.
“What the fuck dude?” Michael hissed, turning around to glare at Awsten, who just smiled innocently.
“What is your problem with me???” He asked
“You look dumb sat up there. You should be next to me instead.” Awsten replied, still smiling too sweetly. Why the fuck did he say that? He was cursing himself internally.
“Uh. What? Why would I sit by you, loser?”
“‘Cause I’m handsome and your friend isn’t,” he laughed, enjoying the glare he got from Luke, who was now invested in this conversation too.
“I can’t argue with that but you said outright to the class you didn’t like my hair, and then threw a fucking ball of paper at me. Why would I want to sit by you?” Michael whispered back, looking somewhat frustrated.
Fuckfuckfuck WHY did he just basically call him handsome. Well whatever. Stupid. Doesn’t matter. Would Michael just stop talking to him? It’s literally so annoying and his Australian accent sounds stupid.
“Shut up”
Michael scoffs, turning back to face the front of the room. Awsten’s head hits the desk, only 10 minutes left until freedom. Fuck science. It was so stupid and taking away from his life. So was school. Ugh. He only had 2 hours until he was home. And then apparently, an exam first thing tomorrow morning. What the hell? Who sets exams first thing in the morning?
The bell finally went, putting Awsten out of his misery as he packed his bag and headed to the door. Just as he got there, he passed Michael, sticking his tongue out at him as he left the room. Stupid ugly hair guy.