The wintry sky was bleak and dun as I traversed my way to school. The rain began falling silently, drizzling. I hoisted up my hood and wrapped my arms around my body. Soon enough I came to the crossing, which now signalled that the 'man' was the colour of desire. Tapping my foot and ignoring the frosty winds that scraped at my cheeks, I waited for the 'man' to mimic the tinge of a leaf.
Behind me I heard the deep voice of a teenage boy, presumably my age, which was sixteen. I didn't turn to face the boy, yet did listen to their conversation out of sheer boredom. I recognised the voice as that of Edward Cullen.
"Do you seriously not think she's fit?" A higher, more youthful voice replied. I confirmed internally that it was his younger brother, Jasper.
"No. She has nice tits, though," Edward's tone sounded slightly uneasy as he spoke, but I honestly paid no attention to them after that; I was gay, and I sought to waste no energy listening to straight boys talking about straight girls in a straightly sexual manner.
The man eventually turned green, and I crossed the road, along with about ten other students, with Edward and Jasper trailing behind me, still deep in conversation but from what my ears picked up, not talking about girls. "Rooney scored beautifully last night, didn't he?" Edward asked his brother, ejecting breath as a way of implying the temperature.
"Yeah, and de Gea's save was amazing, wan' it?"
Ignoring the siblings behind me, I sped up and eventually made it to the school. Once I'd reached the peeling emerald gates I took a fleeting glance behind me just to see if Edward and Jasper were still there. If they were, they'd be much farther than when we were at the lights, ergo I could turn around and it wouldn't be clear that I was purposely looking at them.
Edward wasn't, and I knew exactly where he was: on the shops, just opposite me. Yes, Edward stood there with his straight friends, acting straight...In all truthfullness, I am vaguely attracted to the straight sexuality; but I purged that lustful thought from memory as quickly as it had entered, as I know I will NEVER get a chance with a straight person. My first lesson, apart from form, of course, was I.C.T. I waited outside the room with one half of the class; the other half were on their way. The teacher was taking quite a while, which was very ironic and annoying, because she's always hounding us on being late. Tut, tut.
More of the class began to arrive, and I realised, when he rounded the corner with Sebastian Hame, that Edward Cullen also attended the lesson. We sat no where near each other, therefore I didn't grace the matter with my presence for any more of the clock's contents.
"Oi, Sam," Sebastian said to me as he passed with Edward. I rolled my eyes, expecting what was to come. "What?" I then looked at Edward, who too was looking at me with a slight smile upon his face. I looked away hastily.
"You know that you're gay, right?"
"Yes..." Edward's face suddenly turned rather tense at the word 'gay', which I noticed.
"Who do you think's the sexiest lad in the school?" He seemed to be fishing for a compliment. I glanced at Edward, who was looking at the floor, concentrating, and then returned my eyes to Sebastian.
"It's not you, make that known," I chuckled after seeing a flash of disappointment butter his face. "And it's not anyone else here." The I.C.T lesson passed lazily; I hated it. I truly don't know why I picked it as a GCSE option. More lessons passed...It was finally dinner time, and I met up with my best friend, and the only person I really hung out with, Janine Mottram. We both ordered our food. We were behind Edward and his friends, Jack, Mohammed, the other Jack, and Michael. I was deep in conversation with Janine when Edward knocked into me by accident. His right arm bumped into my left. I hardly moved. "Oh, sorry," He said to me with an apologetic smile. His eyes were brown, like the bark of a perfect tree. I looked into his eyes for a very brief moment and replied, "It's all right." I returned the smile, and he turned back to his friends. I felt like there was a something in my chest, something that needed tending to...I did so, by pushing it down into my stomach for it to burn in its sizzling acid...I can't fall in love with a straight boy again; my heart can take any more unrequited love.
Janine and I ate our dinner peacefully on a table for two near the window...Wow, that sounds oddly romantic.
I kept my wandering eye on Edward however, who sat not far from me. Sometimes I caught him looking back, though he averted his gaze swiftly.

This was a simple piece which I drafted together one night when I was bored. Should I continue this? :)