Lab Partners

by OminouslyAnonymous

New England region. New Hampshire, maybe? I wasn’t sure.

Oooo a british boy :)

I was face to face with Morgan Cook, who apparently thought slamming my locker shut for the hundredth time was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.

This bitch will annoy me

“Oh, you know, just trying my best to avoid imbeciles like you,”

i giggled 🤭

“Was that supposed to be a clever insult?” I asked. “Because look, I can do it too. Morgan Cook? More like Moron Cook.”

“Bye, Cookie.” I waved, teasingly, my mouth distended in an exaggerated grin. Death wish or not, I couldn’t help myself. Sarcasm was my only defense, and the mindless brute made comebacks way too easy.

We were twins, but

Seems important

There had been a time in my life when she would’ve bugged me relentlessly until I told her something specific about my day, but I had always been stubborn, and after all the stress and exhaustion that came from work, she didn’t have the energy to ask anymore. At this point, I was tired of being stubborn, and I would’ve honestly given her more information if she simply asked for it. But she didn’t.

This makes me sad :(

Instead of rotating on the little tray at the bottom of the microwave, the plate turned until a corner caught on the front window of the machine and then reversed direction until it got caught on the side of the wall instead. This cycle repeated over and over until the countdown finally ended with a few shrill beeps.

You already look like an idiot,

“Hey. You’re okay,” Jordan said, comforting me by placing a hand on my shoulder. “Just breathe.” “What do you think I’m doing?”

sassy boy 😤

“I’ll help him there,” Jordan said before I could object. “Thank you, Mr. Hughes,”

couldn’t tell if he was referring to my physical state or my mental one.

but I was soon able to escape the big yellow rectangle of hell.

that—more psychological warfare than physical.

I hate these bitches

“I’m a Tucker. Tuckers protect their family and don’t take shit from anyone. I don’t like those guys or how they treat you. You say the word and I’ll give them what they deserve.”

But I’ve only met one person so far I actually want to be friends with, and it’s the one person who wasn’t trying to befriend me.” “You want to be my friend?” I asked with uncertainty.

here?” “Hanover High in New Hampshire. It was a bit bigger than this school, but still small enough that you had a decent idea of who everyone was. It was pretty much on the border with Vermont.” “Why’d you leave?”

Not a british boy:(

“I’m sorry, were you saying something? I don’t speak moron.” He fumed at my words,

It was easier for them to ignore the problem than confront it because bullying was one of those things that, if it wasn’t addressed—fully and frequently—it got worse.

then they should just stay the hell out of it.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “High school doesn’t last forever.” “And thank God for that,” he said with overexaggerated relief.

felt a small rush of air hit me as he walked behind me to get to the table of chemicals, and with it came a warm, subtly cedar scent.

You gay little bitch

and felt comfortable—easy to grab as he pulled me to my feet.

Bitchhhhhh

What if it was all a setup? What if he didn’t even show up and this was all some elaborate joke to make fun of the kid who has no friends?

Look at the boy hes traumatized

People who didn’t like pizza were odder than Holly.

Ok ouch:(

“So,” Jordan said, trailing off while continuing to stir his drink. “You got a girlfriend or anything?”

Babe you are not Subtle

“It’s not like you’re unattractive or anything,” he said casually.

A weird feeling overtook me then. Something I couldn’t identify exactly, but it was enough for me to want to stand.

Baby thats called homosexuality

“No, I’m not,” I protested.

He wishes hes was

“I’m going to kill them,” he said as he helped me into the passenger’s seat.

Yeah youare

“Fuck, that hurts!” I hissed as Jordan prodded at the bridge of my nose. I was sitting on the edge of the sink in the upstairs bathroom of my house as Jordan assessed my injuries.

“No shit!” I snapped without even glancing at him. He didn’t deserve my attention, not after that little stunt. It hurt more than it did when Nate broke it in the first place.

“And who are they to judge us like that? Even if it was true, doesn’t everybody have the right to love who they want? Why do they get to decide what’s right and wrong? They’re just a bunch of prejudiced assholes making assumptions where none belong.”

was cut off suddenly by warm lips pressed into mine. They were slightly chapped but gentle, and they somehow made that funny feeling appear in my stomach again. It was nice at first, but as soon as my brain

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He’d kissed me. Jordan Hughes had kissed me.

And you liked it

“I know you’re trying to be strong, honey,” she said softly. “But it’s okay to ask for help.” I heard her exhale at my lack of a response. After a few more moments of silence, she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. “I love you.”

Ouch

over. Tears stung as they gathered in my eyes. I looked down quickly, afraid she’d see my tears, and focused on keeping my breathing even—easier said than done.

but I identify as asexual. And aromantic, if we’re being technical.”

Twinning fir real

“but I don’t think I ever thanked you for protecting me like you did. I’m only sorry that you had to.” “It’s fine,” I assured her, poking at my bowl of spaghetti. “What do I do about Jordan?”

words to come out. “I-I’m just . . . freaking out,” I whispered honestly, keeping my gaze strictly on the pencil. I could feel his gaze burning a hole through the side of my face, but I refused to turn and look at him. Thankfully, after a few minutes of excruciating silence, Ms. Dailey approached

“W-What are you doing?” I stuttered, placing my hands on his chest to keep him where he was. “Convincing you,” he said, softly caressing my cheek with his fingers. “What?”

Gay ass bitches

You’re scared. Everything you thought you knew has been flipped upside down and sideways, and you can’t make sense of any of it. You feel like you’ve been blindfolded and tossed into frigid water. Now you’re struggling to figure

“Oh, come now, Eli.” His breath fanned against my skin as he stared down at me. His hands were pressed against the wall on either side of me, preventing my escape. My heart rate accelerated significantly. “You can’t deny we have chemistry together.”

“And yet . . .” he whispered before backing away, exiting the dugout, and disappearing altogether, leaving me standing there alone, confused, and a little flustered. What had I gotten myself into?

:)))))))

He smirked, nudged my shoulder. “You’re cute when you blush.” Of course, that only made my cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. I flipped up the collar of my jacket and did my best to hide behind

Cute little gay boy

“Eli.” He chuckled again and brought his fingers to rest under my chin. He gently tilted my head up so that I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “Just take a deep breath and tell me.”

Ultimate rizz

caught as he took a step closer and gingerly reached out with both hands, placing them on my waist.

I didn’t care. I couldn’t think about anything but the boy in front of me. His tongue traced my bottom lip, but it wasn’t until he lightly pinched my ass and pulled me even closer that I realized he wanted me to open my mouth more. Either way, the startled gasp I made did the trick.

Edxcue meeeee

“So did you two finally kiss and make up?” I blushed and looked away at her choice of words; thankfully, though, she was already looking back down at her computer screen. “Yeah, we’re all good now,” Jordan confirmed. “That’s good,” she said, still typing. “I was beginning to worry that I might have to kill you.” Jordan’s eyes widened. Holly smirked. “I’m just messing with you,” she teased.

“Shut up,” I muttered, turning so red that if I stood at an intersection, oncoming cars would think I was a stop sign. “Aw, don’t be embarrassed. You get to be in the same category as puppies, babies, and cats on the internet,” Holly cooed.