Noel’s form
Monday 19th February
Noel sat in his form, bored out of his mind. He stared out of the big window to his right and contemplated his life, as usual, when something hit him on the back of the head. He looked at what was hit at him. It was a ball of paper, scrunched up and most likely unused. A waste of paper.
‘Probably one of those popular boys’ he thought. But another came shortly after. And another, and another, and-
Noel turned around quickly to see what was happening. A bully, Noel’s bully.
The kid’s name was Chris, Chris Carter, ‘What an interesting and original name’, Noel thought. Blonde hair and blue eyes, the guy most of the girls in Uranium loved. He had started bullying Noel when he had come out as gay to (basically) the whole town. Everyone knew he was ‘the gay kid’ anyway, word spread easily in their small town. That was something Noel had always hated about Uranium. Everyone knew everything about everyone. No one had their secrets unless they desperately wanted them to be kept.
“Can you stop, Chris?”
“No. I don’t think I can.”
And with that, the bastard threw yet another ball of scrunched up paper at him. Noel began to think. If Mischa was here, he would have Chris beaten already, and on the ground begging for his life to be spared. But Noel wasn’t Mischa. Mischa could protect himself easy but Noel was more hesitant. He always had been of the hesitant nature when it came to bullies. His own bullies at least.
‘I have to stand up for myself’ Noel thought. Another ball of paper right at his head made him snap. That smaller ball of paper was his metaphorical final straw.
“Stop it you dick!” Noel said as he turned around to face Chris and his little gang of bullies behind him. That’s when the teacher snapped at the brown haired boy.
“Noel Gruber! No need for such language young man, go to the principals office. Now.” The teacher called out and Chris along with his wild pack of bitches laughed out behind him. Oh, how Noel wanted to punch each and every one right square in the face. He’s leave that to Mischa later. He was better at that sorta thing.
Noel debated even telling Mischa but if he didn’t then the Ukrainian would worry, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. He’d hate to make him worried for no reason.
After the teacher shouted, Noel reluctantly grabbed his stuff and left. The glare Chris shot him, he knew it wouldn’t be over just yet. He wasn’t worried.
Noel didn’t want to be in that stupid classroom anyway, filled to the brim with students in his form that couldn’t care less about why they were there in the first place. Their priorities were in all the wrong places.
That’s when Noel spotted a familiar brown haired boy. He whispered out towards the wavy brown haired boy.
“Hey Mischa”
“What the fu- oh hello Gruber. Why aren’t you in classroom?”
“Teach sent me out for swearing. I have to go to the principal’s office.”
“Are you gonna go?”
“Na, probably not. Anyway, why are you out here and not in there with the rest of your form.”
Noel nodded his head towards the shut classroom door next to Mischa, most likely Mischa’s own form-room. And he was right, he knew what form was Mischa’s form classroom anyway. And likewise.
“Don’t worry bout it. You wanna just skip? We’re both out of classroom already, why not just leave while everyone is busy in form?”
Noel looked hesitant and Mischa could easily tell. “We don’t have to. I don’t wanna pressure you, поет.”
“I have French today, I don’t wanna miss that. Plus you’re in my French class. We can just mess about in there rather than skipping the whole day.”
“Your call, angel.”
Angel? Okay, that was a new one. Poet? Okay. But angel? Noel was going to ascend at any moment and he feared it would happen in front of Mischa. He didn’t know why, but the Ukrainian always made him feel like that recently. It was weird and hard to explain. The thought must have slipped right passed Noel’s mind though, as he began to talk.
“Okay then. Well, let’s just skip the rest of form. I’m meant to be making my way to the principle’s office and you probably would’ve walked off anyway.”
“You know me too well, Noel Gruber.”
Maybe that was a good thing, maybe it wasn’t. All Noel knew was that he wouldn’t dare to have it any other way. And he knew Mischa felt the same way.