Woo! As promised, the second chapter :D
I don't own glee or Niff.
This poem isn't mine, I have read it before somewhere, but I have edited it a little and added an extra couple of lines.
Nick had read and reread the second note he had written, not being able to bring himself to sign it until he was stood near the lockers. He signed it off, looked around to make sure no one was watching, before slipping it between the gaps of the same locker of the previous day. He moved to his own locker, and waited.
Jeff walked up, and opened his locker. Like the previous day, a piece of paper fluttered out. Another poem.
Jeff,
When I first saw you, I was afraid to meet you.
When I first met you, I was afraid to know you.
When I first knew you, I was afraid to like you.
When I first liked you, I was afraid to love you.
Now that I love you, I'm afraid to lose you.
Love, N.
Jeff smiled, looking around. There was still no hint of who this N could be. He was an amazing poet. And Jeff was falling in love with him, just from the words on some paper.
Nick smiled to himself, he was loving seeing Jeff smile, it was kind of infectious. He shut his locker and walked to his first lesson. He took his usual seat at the back of the room, where some of his teammates were already sat.
"Duval, what's got you so happy? Finally get some action?" One of them asked.
"Not funny, guys. Is it a sin to be happy?"
"Not that happy." Another said. "What is going on? Has Nicky got a crush on someone?"
"Shut up." Nick protested, blushing fairly deeply.
"Aww, he does." A third mocked. "What's his name?"
"Drop it, you jerks." Nick said coolly, standing up and heading to the one seat that no one ever sat in. The one right by the teacher's desk. Only he had forgotten that the previous day they'd been told they'd be having another student moved into the class. And it had to be him.
"Ah, Jeffery." Nick heard the teacher say, "You got your new schedule alright."
"Yes, sir." That voice. Nick knew that voice and had fallen in love with that voice.
"You have a choice of seats, but as you can probably see, we are pretty full." The teacher glanced around, looking for the empty seats. "There is one at the back, as you can see, or one here, next to Nicholas, who, I believe, used to occupy that seat at the back."
"I'll sit at the front." Jeff said a little nervously. A group of jocks, or just one? The choice was pretty much brainless. The ones at the back had made his life hell when he'd come out, but the one at the front had never been like that, he'd seemed nice enough, but until then, he'd never known his name.
"Ok. And Nicholas," The teacher turned to him, "is there a reason as to why you have decided to move?"
"My friends are jerks." Nick said simply, trying not to look at Jeff.
At the end of the lesson, Nick pretty much ran from the class, wanting to avoid his teammates, but also not wanting to be around Jeff, and start blushing and stuttering. Jeff found this a little odd, but left it.
"Someone's happy." Jeff's sister commented as he entered the house.
"Someone's home early. What happened to you?" He replied, ignoring her comment.
"I decided to catch the ball with my face when playing tennis in second period gym."
"Drop the sarcasm." He rolled his eyes.
"I got my nose broken by a stray tennis ball. Mom got phoned and I had to go to the ER to have it set. It'll be fine, but I got told to stay off for the rest of the day, in case I have concussion." She explained, before looking up. "Now, why are you so happy?"
"None of your business." Jeff smiled, leaving the room, and walking into their mother.
"Someone's happy." She commented. "Did you get another poem?"
"Yeah." Jeff giggled a little, and blushed.
"Someone's got a crush." She teased, ruffling his hair.