"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I had to diss a student today." I told Zayn as he walked in. I didn't have to look at him. I knew it was him because he didn't knock. Everyone knocked on my door, except for Zayn. He was like my brother. There were no secrets between us, nothing hidden.
"Like you care about that. You love dissing your student's, man. Don't blame me." He smirked.
"Darn, I forgot you knew me..." I pouted. Then, as quick as a hiccup, I lashed out and tickled him. I heard a knock on the door. I gave Zayn and myself some time to compose ourselves. "Come in!" I called to the person outside my door. I was surprised to see a very short man, who I had never seen, hobble in.
"Coach Tomlinson?" I tried to hide a laugh, as did Zayn. This man's voice was so squeaky and high, he sounded like a five year old child. I didn't trust my voice, so I just nodded and hummed. I looked at the desk and pretended to grade papers.
My job as an architecture professor was easy, all I had to do was tell the kids to draw blueprint for a certain kind of building and grade the materials, the measurements, and base the total score off of what we had discussed in class. Kids' stuff. "I am Greg Nephler, principal of White Hall High School. I know you are busy with teaching and coaching, but I came here to ask you a favor." I nodded because I still couldn't talk. "Could you come coach my high school? We have a very promising team. I have looked at your team's record and I think that you are exactly what we need to win state." He looked at me hopefully. I glanced at Zayn who shrugged.
"I would need to talk to my boss, to arrange a schedule-"
"Already done."
"Well, if high school students are easier to coach," I said, standing up with my hand extended. "Then I'm in."
"Mom, I'm going to school now!" I called, already heading for the door. I walked out before I heard her response. I saw a white Mustang parked on the street and smiled. A little blonde boy in baggy pants, big shoes, and a polo shirt, stood outside the car using his phone. Niall looked up and smiled widely, showing his braces. I walked up to my boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hey Smiley. You excited for the first day of school?" His face darkened and I kissed him to make it better. "Don't worry. I'm gay," I shrugged, "but everyone's used to it. You'll be fine- we'll be fine." He smiled as a tear ran down his face.
We walked through the doors, holding hands. Niall was scared and worried. He told me to not let go. If I did, I would be sorry. So I held his hand. I never let go. We got a few looks. They were mostly from girls who found me-or him- attractive. I had a white T-shirt on with a black jacket on top. I had shades on too. I looked hot. At least that's what Niall said. Niall squeezed my hand tighter than before when a girl walked up to me.
"Hey, Harry? We still on for tonight?" I looked at him and he looked genuinely confused. "You told me last year that we could hang out this year... well technically last year it was next year... which is this year..." She rambled on and on. Niall looked scared.
"Yeah, babe. Sure. My place or yours?" A few girls swooned. I called everybody babe, but everybody thought they were special when I called them that. I tried hard to not roll my eyes.
She blushed as she pulled a paper out of her pocket. "Mine." She said. The paper had an address which I assumed was hers.
"M'kay, babe." I leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. I looked up at Niall. His eyes screamed bloody murder. He let go of my hand and stormed off to the office so that he could get his schedule. I promised I would do that with him, but now he was going alone. That hurt. But he was hurt too. I played with a girl next to him even though he was obviously scared about this whole situation. "But right now, I've got to go." I followed Niall into the office and saw him get his schedule. He smiled widely and my breath hitched in my throat. He was beautiful. I came up behind him and whispered in his ear, "I'm so sorry. Meet me after science?" We had science together, but I wanted to give him some space. He seemed mad. I hoped I hadn't messed this up already.