1 | I'm a Moron

Charles was sitting on his chair, head on his desk, minding his own business until classes were to start, before he heard a loud screech. It wasn't uncommon in his school; there were people always playing and fooling around before classes started. He liked his school - no one really bothered him much since everyone knew he didn't like to be bothered; most of the teachers were nice (emphasis on most) and the whole place had a good atmosphere. Of course, like any other school, it had its own gossips and rumors, but he didn't pay attention to any of it as none of it concerned him.

He saw his best friend, Simon, enter the classroom and watched him as he sat next to Charles. He didn't say much, which, again, wasn't unusual - he would've spent all night writing the story he'd been working on for a long time and wouldn't have gotten a blink of sleep. He lazily turned his head around to see the other side of the class and thought about how the rest of the year would turn out. The first semester had gotten over, and the second one had started two days ago, and he wasn't ready yet to finish another year of school. Would he make more friends? (Or was it too late now?) Would he finally be able to talk to people other than Simon and Madeline? Would his crush-

Lost in his thoughts, he was pretty surprised when he heard the same screech once again. Curiosity took over his laziness as he slowly tilted his head towards the source of the sound, and there, behind the door, he found a small head with ruffled brown hair. The boy was trying to catch his breath while at the same time, trying to kick his friend for a reason Charles didn't know.

He watched as the boy came in, his face bright red at the sudden attention he got from everyone in class. He watched as the same boy went over to his seat and put his head down in embarrassment. Without even knowing it, Charles's mouth left out a soft chuckle which didn't go unnoticed by Simon. If Madeline was here, she would've definitely not been as quiet as him and would've embarrassed the hell out of Charles.

Simon raised an eyebrow. Charles rolled his eyes and went back to staring at the boy who just walked in. Samuel. The cute boy with chocolate brown hair, which he knew would be soft to the touch and pretty, round, almond shaped eyes. His big blue hoodie swallowed his small figure up and he looked more adorable than he'd ever had to Charles, and Charles swore that he'd go squish the boy's cheeks right then and there if he wasn't who he was - an introvert who didn't know how the whole "talking thing" worked - and, of course, if he wasn't at the start of his class. Who knew when the teacher might walk in and witness a comparatively big guy squishing another boy's cheeks.

Sam had started to furiously tap at his phone. He's probably texting his friend, June, who he was trying so hard to kick, he thought. It had become a habit of his to lose track of time staring at Sam; he couldn't stop thinking about how pretty the boy was, how cute, how innocent, how-

"Oh my god, Charlie, stop doing that. Do you have any idea how creepy you look?"

Simon and Madeline, both knew about his extremely big crush on Sam, as they had tolerated him when he couldn't stop gushing about him - how pretty and beautiful he was, how generous and helpful, how innocent he looked, how lucky Charles was to share a class with him, etc.

"You know it... Look at him, how pretty can someone be?" he rhetorically asked, dramatically sighing.

He could've started venting about his crush yet again, but the teacher had entered. He let out a groan as he positioned himself properly and got ready for his first class - math.

* * *

Oh my god how dumb am I I left my lunch box at home this has never happened what the hell do I do I don't even have money and I'm so hungry-

"...what exactly happened to make you look like someone dumped your science textbook in the bin?" He heard Madeline's voice as she slowly made her way towards him, munching on her food. He looked at her and said, "I..."

"You what? Finish the sentence, man, you have me worried here."

Charles left out a sigh and said, "I left my lunch box at home and now I don't have anything to eat and I don't have money to buy anything and I'm hungry as hell-"

"Oh my god, okay, wait, we'll see what to do. Where's Simon?"

"I think he went to the teacher's office because he fell asleep again."

"Geez, that guy. Okay we can-"

She abruptly stopped mid sentence, and Charles was too panicked to notice the look she had on her face.

"Samuel!! Here!!"

When he was able to register what had just happened, he smacked her arm, whisper-yelling, "What the hell, Maddie!! Why are you calling him?!"

She winked, and Charles was about to smack her again and ask her to tell Samuel it was a joke before realizing that the boy was already making his way towards them.

"Um, you called? Do you need help with something?"

Oh my god stop this right now I cannot he's literally so cute what-

"Yeah, if you could, would you be able to lend some money to this poor guy here? He left his lunch at home and he's broke and he's very hungry."

"O-oh, sure, one sec, it- it's there in my bag, I'll go get it."

"Thank you," Madeline said, dragging the word "you" dramatically.

Charles shot her a look and was dreading it but at the same time he felt his nerves dance with excitement as he thought of spending his lunch time with Sam.

* * *

To make it short, that lunch break was the most awkward situation both of them had ever been in in their 15 years of existence and with Madeline and Simon (who had come not too long after Madeline sent him off with Samuel) constantly looking at them from the other table, it made everything a hundred times more embarrassing. They'd tried making conversation, and at one point, Samuel's friend, June, even smiled at him and asked him how he was doing (and left), but nothing could ease the tension that hovered over them, ready to hold them captive. They were so clearly desperate to do or say something in order to get out of the tension bubble they had both unknowingly slipped into, but they both failed miserably.

Lunch ended with both of them awkwardly waving goodbye, and both of his friends, Simon and Madeline, had gone into a laughing fit. He was furious as to what they found so funny, and smacked both of their heads as he stormed into his class and sat down on his desk, not knowing what to do or even think.

Why did he have to be such a moron? Samuel would've definitely been weirded out and wouldn't even consider coming near him again, now that he'd created such an impression. This was exactly the reason why he preferred being a secret admirer - someone who just watches things from a distance and doesn't say or do much about it. He was scared of people not liking him, or thinking of him in a bad or weird way, and he'd done exactly what had to be done to achieve exactly that in the head of the boy he'd had a crush on since the start of the academic year - the last person he'd want to have such an impression of him.

Way to go, idiot, you ruined the first chance you had.

Exasperated, he put his head in his hands and continued to sulk for the rest of the day.

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The way their school runs is kinda confusing so I'll clear it up smh,,

so basically they don't have any lockers or anything (idk how that thing works lmao), they all have this classroom allotted to each person (like a homeroom kinda thing) where they leave their bags and after each period there's a five minute break for them to go and grab their books for the next class. They have to run around and look for the classrooms basically lol. Also the students of each class keep changing (plot ok,,).

Aaaaaaand last but not least, they all are 15 years old here. I thought it wouldn't be fair of me to write about people older than me, as I don't know how a 17 or 18 year old mind works. And honestly it feels kinda uncomfy cuz why would I write about people older than me?? idk it's just me lol