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Wham, was the sound that echoed as Till hit the side boards. As Till slammed into those boards, he could feel his shoulder shatter into a million pieces. The realization hit him like a bullet (literally), the pain was so intense that after newton’s law pushed him back away from those boards, he curled into a ball whilst he fell to the ground. The coldness of the ice that had been badly cut up throughout the game (sorry, Zamboni driver) soothed some of his nerves but not all; especially not his shoulder that felt like a four-hundred pound man sat on it. Even though Till had a high pain tolerance, breaking his collar bone turned him into a writhing mess. One of Till’s hands was still grasping his stick (which surprisingly didn’t break, despite how cheap it was) like his life depended on it while the other held his right shoulder during this whole ordeal. Till’s eyes were so blurry and his ears rang loudly to the point where he couldn’t hear one of the opposing side’s teammates calling to him.

 

“Hey, hey! Can you hear me? Emo boy! Fuck, Marty! I told you not to play dirty because of what happened last time!” The somewhat unrecognizable boy called distraughtly.

 

Till’s vision slowly began to revert back to normal so he could partly make out the other’s face. The boy looked somewhat familiar to Till. “I swear I’ve seen him somewhere, theres no other reason he could call me…that name” Till thought which in turn distracted him from the agony he was currently in.

 

Through Till’s cage and the other boy’s cage what he could somewhat make out was that the other had sharp features. The boy’s eyes were like those of a cat’s; black and sharp. He was wearing a black and purple jersey that belonged to the team that Till had gone up against many times before, The Bolts (short for thunderbolts). The distraught cat-like boy had medium sized lips and full black eyebrows along with a sharp jawline Till saw as he turned to the referee who also looked to be in shock. I mean, the rink typically hired younger referees to not have to pay them fully so it wasn’t surprising that the young boy didn’t know how to deal with this situation.

 

After a few seconds passed which felt like minutes due to the current pain Till was in, the young referee snapped back to reality and yelled to the random people who had stepped onto the ice (probably concerned parents, definitely not Till’s though. His dad could care less about him) to call an ambulance. It seemed they tried to find Till’s parents, but to nobody’s surprise, they weren’t there.

 

Till’s mom, Io passed away when he was born. Ever since then, a switch flipped Till’s father’s brain that made him treat Till like complete and utter trash. I mean, Till didn’t even want to play this sport. He was forced. His dad, Urak thought Till wasn’t “manly” enough because he wanted to play the guitar instead of a sport so he enrolled Till into the manliest sport of them all; hockey.

 

Till hated hockey. It reminded him of everything he repulsed; rich racist jocks who had disgusting personalities. He wasn’t wrong because after all, it was hard to find a hockey boy who wasn’t corrupt in the head or face.

 

Whilst Till ravaged his thoughts for a boy who matched what he was currently seeing, he felt light-headed. His glassy eyes slowly closed and the agonizing pain slowly faded as he drifted into unconsciousness.

An hour later

Till began to slowly open his eyes in an unfamiliar environment. He could see a spackled white tile ceiling above that didn’t ring any bells in his memory. While he was still waking up, reality hit him of what just happened and he sprung up into a sitting position while his hands gripped the white blanket he also noticed was carefully placed on him.

 

Before Till could even think, the sudden movement caused immense pain in his right shoulder. “Right, some stupid fuck cross checked me into the boards. If i see that shithead again I’ll-” Till thought to himself as a sour expression covered his face before he was cut off by an unfamiliar voice.

 

“Don’t sit up so fast, it’s only been an hour since you were injured” the voice said in a strangely affectionate tone.

 

Till turned to the right to see the same cat-like man sitting in a stool next to him. Now there was confused written all over Till’s face that was sour a moment ago. “Who’re you?” Till questioned.

 

“You’re hurting my feelings. You don’t remember me, Till?” The cat-like boy asked while jokingly clutching his heart.

 

Till once again ravaged his brain until it grazed one memory during Algebra class where the same boy supposedly lended him a pencil when he lost his. Another second passed while Till tried to remember the boys name until it clicked, “Ivan?” he immediately asked like an invisible cartoon lightbulb seemed to have turned on above his head.

 

“Wow, so you do remember me, emo boy from Algebra!” the other teased.

 

“Shut up. If you don’t like me, then why the hell did you help me? You could’ve left me for the poor confused ref” Till snapped back.

 

“Come on, I’m only teasing you” the boy replied quickly, almost as if he didn’t want to get on Till’s bad side for whatever reason, “Anyways, how are you feeling? I was worried. I even rode in the ambulance with you and helped get your gear off”

 

“Like shit. Do you want a medal or something for your oh so hard endeavor, pretty boy?” Till remarked sarcastically.

 

“I guess theres no winning with you, but you have to get used to me, Till. I’m going to be helping you get back into the game from now on” he said while smiling. Till noticed that a snaggletooth appeared while the boy smiled.

 

After Till noticed the tooth, the second part of the sentence clicked into his brain, “What the hell do you mean? Don’t I get a say in this?”

 

“Nope, I’m the best in our league. Your coach personally asked me to help you because apparently you’re the best on the team” Ivan replied while mirroring Till’s snappy tone while getting up from the small hospital stool that probably couldn’t hold his weight.

 

After all, Till noticed that Ivan was fit through the compression shirt he wore to accompany him to the hospital. Ivan had a six-pack and huge pecs that showed through his Bauer branded compression shirt. Till stared a little too hard to notice which brand it was. I mean, it was kind of hard to not. Every time Till looked down, he was reminded of how much bigger the boy in front of him was compared to him. Till couldn’t gain much weight despite how hard he tried. Even the gruesome training his coach made him do couldn’t even put on one singular pound. Till was probably stuck small and skinny forever.

 

Ivan began to leave and Till stayed silent while contemplating how much harder the next few months will be for him because that shithead decided to crosscheck him into a make out session with the boards.
Till looked up to the sound of Ivan saying, “See ya, Till. Hopefully you’re out of the hospital soon. I’m sure you’ll miss me during your boring stay”

 

Till flipped Ivan off which in turn made the boy chuckle to himself as he walked out the hospital room door.

 

“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?! Man, the next few months of my life are going to suck ass if they don’t already” Till thought to himself while contemplating if he should just jump out the hospital window.

Little did Till know, his life wouldn’t be the only one sucking ass.

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1 day later

 

Till was now out of the hospital but his shoulder still hurt like a bitch. Every time Till would move his shoulder past his waist, a sharp stabbing pain would engulf his entire body. To make it worse, his arm was immensely sore. It felt as if he had gotten a million flu shots and the healing process never made it past the second day when you can barely move your arm. Till was stubborn though so he chose to treat today as any other day, not letting the pain show on his face.

 

In reality, he was just scared of Urak. Till knew that if he let any weakness show, Urak would abuse it. His father would give him something “real” to cry about if he let him see that he was hurting. “You gotta fake it til you make it” Till thought to himself.

 

The time was now 7:23. Till’s bus would arrive in 5 minutes. The teal haired boy noticed the time and began to hurriedly put on his shoes, not caring about whether the shoelaces were tied. If he missed the bus again, Urak would berate him. If he was lucky, he would walk away from the “conversation” without a slap to the face. Hah, Till sighed. If only he had good luck. But for now, Till didn’t feel like dealing with that shit when it was already Monday; the worst day of the week.

 

20 minutes later

 

Till had finally arrived at hell on earth; Anakt High school. Till has attended Anakt since his freshman year. The teal-haired boy is 18 and still hasn’t made any friends during his whole 4 year career there. Though, Ivan is also a senior and 18 but he is younger than Till by about 4 months give or take days as you will but has more friends than anyone on planet earth (especially Till). Till bets that you could ask any random person at Anakt if they were friends with Ivan and they’d probably say yeah.

 

Till’s high school was well funded even though it didn’t look like it. Everyone suspected the principal was embezzling money but nobody dared to speak a word about it other than quiet gossip. There really weren’t any better school options near here, so nobody dared to even risk any sort of trouble.

 

Once he arrived, Till walked in through the bus doors, passing the skinny lockers nobody (except jocks to put their sport backpacks) used. The teal haired boy was walking through the school; careful not to step on the mascot head in the middle of the floor because of a superstition that meant you wouldn’t graduate. Even though Till didn’t believe in trivial things like that, he couldn’t afford to risk anything because of how badly he wanted to get out of Anakt.

 

The boy slowly walked the halls; headphones in and alternative rock blasting until he made it to the annex. The annex was in the right edge of the school which led into the cafeteria where students could purchase the overpriced food Anakt sold.

 

Only students with a pass could sit in the annex that was gained by having good grades. Which of course, Till didn’t have. He usually managed to sneak in and stay in the annex during lunch but in the mornings, like now when he would pass through it to get his breakfast, he wouldn’t dare to sit in there.

 

The reason; Ivan. Ivan and his jock “friends”ran the annex. Girls crowded them, boys hid their jealousy (not well) and “weird” kids avoided them. Ivan was their ringleader because he was perfect. He was never caught in scandals, had good grades (unlike Till), was kind to everyone, despite who they may be and he was the star player in their small town hockey league. Even though Ivan was picture perfect, Till couldn’t stand him. Why? Because Till could see through his kind facade. I mean, it takes one to know one.

 

Till had to put on a facade in front if Urak for years, so he could always tell when someone was faking; no matter what it may be. It only took 3 seconds of Till’s drive by assessment in the annex of Ivan to realize he was faking all of it. Till couldn’t put a finger on it, but Ivan just seemed so off.

 

Just as Till was trying to prove his suspicion, he was interrupted by a loud voice. One he was hoping to avoid; Ivans. “Fuck” Till thought.

 

“Emo boy! Wait up!” Ivan called to Till loudly while shimmying away from the fan girls that were desperately trying to get his attention. Till could just hear the gossip they were going to whisper about him just from this. The teal haired boy knew he shouldn’t have walked through the annex today. Well, it was already too late.

 

Till was called emo boy because of how he dressed, off the ice of course. Till didn’t care about how he was perceived at school but he didn’t want any of the physical trouble he would attract if he dressed the same at the ice arena.

 

Till wore all black everyday without fail. It could be 100 degrees Fahrenheit and Till would still show up to school in his typical outfit; a black crewneck with a skull printed on it, baggy black jeans, a studded belt and arm warmers. He even wore a silver pyramid studded choker and a cross necklace. Even to match the alternative part he played, Till had a bunch of piercings but only on one ear; his right. Till had 2 mid helix’s, triples in his lobe and a daith piercing. Which all of course didn’t hurt due to his high pain tolerance. The teal-haired boy did all of them himself in his bathroom until he was forcibly stopped by Urak, which is why he only has one ear done. If Till wasn’t stopped, he would have had a million by now. It was his form of coping with the abuse Urak inflicted on him. After all, it was really the only pain he could control.

 

Now back to the present; Ivan the inevitable. Till sighed as he noticed Ivan smiling; snaggletooth showing whilst waving happily to Till. Ivan looked like a black Labrador waiting to be pet, despite his cat like features.

 

Once caught up to Till, despite him trying to walk faster he noticed Till’s shoes, “Baby, you know your shoes are untied right?” Ivan said sarcastically.

 

Caught off guard by the sudden pet names Till’s eyes widened and his face turned sour once again, “Dude, what the HELL? Obviously I didn’t know. Don’t ever fucking call me that shit again” the smaller boy snapped back.

 

Till’s reaction gained a mischievous smile from Ivan. It was almost like Ivan enjoyed it. “What a fucking weirdo” Till thought.

 

They kept walking but now Till had to keep up with Ivan’s pace. After all, Ivan was a head taller than him. The pair slowly made their way to the cafeteria, tension rising. Till was getting more and more pissed off by Ivan following him into the breakfast line.

“Dude, what the hell do you want? Can I eat in fucking peace? We’re getting a shit ton of stares right now”

 

“No, Till. I need to get a feel for who I’m going to be teaching later. I have to come up with a strategy so you won’t skip practice”

 

“Yeah, and what’s that?”

 

“Bother you until you get used to me”

 

“What kind of fucking plan is that?”

 

“One that will work” Ivan said with underlying intent and a playful smile that pissed Till off.

 

Till just ignored Ivan’s last remark and went back to paying for his breakfast with the little amount of money Urak lended him. Till was lucky if he had gotten anything from that man. But because he only had that small amount, Till got a strawberry yogurt.

 

Ivan noticed Till’s small meal but chose not to say anything, almost like he knew why. It was eerie because Till knew Ivan would’ve made a snide comment on his meal and how skinny he was by how he acted towards him in the less than 10 minutes they spent together.

 

“Oh well, whatever. I’ll just eat this and go so I won’t have to see Ivan for the rest of the day” Till thought as they sat at the gray round table in front of the checkout line.

 

He was very, very wrong.

 

Ivan watched Till like a statue in a museum that he couldn’t touch. It honestly creeped Till out but he chose to ignore it since Ivan was odd anyways. The teal haired boy couldn’t count how many times he called Ivan a “fucking weirdo” in his mind.

 

The cat-like boy chose to break the silence first. “Let’s go downtown together after school” he stated, not asked. It was like Till had no choice.

 

“Fuck no” Till responded without even a second ticking by.

 

“I’ll buy you food” Ivan bribed.

 

“Fine” Nothing like a good free meal. Till probably wouldn’t eat much even at home after this yogurt because Urak was a cheap skate, especially with food. Urak didn’t care if Till ate or not as long as he wasn’t dying from it. It was almost like Ivan knew this bribe was the exact way to convince till. Once again, Ivan was creepy as hell.

 

Silence once again filled the room for another 5 minutes as Till savored his yogurt; headphones on to try to ignore Ivan’s creepy stare and to block him from even attempting to talk to him again. Ivan abided by this invisible boundary, still staring obsessively though.

 

Another five minutes passed after Till finished his yogurt. This time, the thing that broke the silence was the bell. It was time for Till to be free of Ivan at last (not for long). If there was a world record on how fast someone could get up, it would have been Till who set it. He immediately got up and swung his black beat up backpack with a million alternative band pins on it over his non fractured shoulder.

 

Till attempted to walk without uttering anything to Ivan before he was interrupted by the cat-like boy because of course he had to say something, “Meet me by the bushes in between the bus doors after the last bell!” Ivan said somewhat loud because of how fast Till scurried away. Total opposite of a moth to a flame.

 

In response, Till flipped him off without even turning around. It was Till’s way of saying fine and Ivan understood that without confirmation.

 

“Only seven hours of school and maybe 1 hour at the most with Ivan after. You just got to get through that” Till thought as he made his way to his first class of the day; World History which of course, had to be on the other end of the school.

 

Sure he would survive those gruesome hours, but at what cost?

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Finally, after 7 gruesome minutes of trying to worm his way through slow walkers and popular girl friend groups that blocked halls, Till made it to world history.

 

But, he was late so of course he was greeted with a stern voice, “You’re late Till. This is your second tardy, one more and detention” by his awful world history teacher.

 

His teacher was a middle age man who had nothing better to do than torture children—like all history teachers apparently do (maybe it was just Till’s bad luck with history teachers). The older man had thin brown hair with a bald spot on the back of his head in the shape of an oval. He always wore the same outfit; a button up shirt, jeans with a black belt and dress shoes. Everyday in different colors, of course.

 

Everyday other day (because of block scheduling) Till cursed this man out in his head. But, he never had the will to talk back so he only replied to the man, “My bad, won’t happen again.”

 

Which of course wasn’t enough for the older man so he spat back, “Better not, last warning.”

 

Till sighed. There was only one good thing about this class; Mizi.

 

Mizi was also the same year and age as him. She had bright pink hair, emerald green eyes that Till couldn’t keep his off of and of course, a smile that nobody could hate. She was the epitome of beauty and brains. If you hated her, you were probably a psychopath.

 

The pink haired girl was so beautiful that Till had a crush on her from first grade up until Sophomore year. He only stopped “publicly” (admitting her liked her to himself and his small list of friends) having a crush on her during Sophomore year because she got a girlfriend; Sua. Because of course, the only girl Till ever liked had to be lesbian. (I mean, what are the odds?!)

 

Mizi and Sua could never be found apart from each other. If you saw pink, you also saw black. Like two peas in a pod.

 

Sua was ice cold like her appearance. She had black emotionless eyes to match her emotionless face (besides when Mizi was around). Her hair was a short straight black bob and she was always honest. Never was there a day that went by when she didn’t speak what was on her mind whether it was rude or not, which Till fell victim to on multiple occasions. Her and Mizi were total opposites to the point where Till couldn’t even picture them together until it happened.

 

Till, of course, never showed Mizi that he liked her besides the fact that he couldn’t hold a conversation with her without at the same time blushing as red like a tomato. Her not knowing spared the teal haired boy the embarrassment of being rejected though.

 

On the day he got the news of the girl’s relationship he was sad, but also grateful to his shyness he showed towards her. Till didn’t think he would’ve survived that sort of humiliation. He already publicly humiliates himself with how he dresses so he doesn’t need anymore backlash coming his way.

 

Even throughout this ordeal, Till and Mizi were still friends. The teal haired boy just kept her at a safe distance in order to not cause his heart anymore pain than it already had gone through. Safe was nice, safe was good. Being in his comfort zone kept Till calm. One thing not in his comfort zone was Ivan. The cat like boy was not safe and not good. He meant trouble and Till knew that he had to be rid of him as soon as possible.

 

That was Till’s next mission; getting Ivan to drop Till and his training. So for the rest of class, Till brainstormed a few ideas to fulfill his mission and they were;

 

Be as mean as you can possibly be

 

Be as difficult as you can possible be during training

 

Make Ivan your errand boy so he gets sick of you

 

Short and sweet, am I right? Well, Till wasn’t the best at coming up with ideas so that would have to do.

 

Before the teal haired boy knew it, the bell had rung and the gruesome ninety minute class was over. Everyone rushed to pack up despite the teacher trying to finish his sentence. Honestly, Till couldn’t care less about what the devil incarnate had to say so he followed the eager crowd and left.

 

His next class was band. Till was excited because he actually had friends in that class. And by friends, he meant real friends.

 

Hyuna and Luka. They were also a never separated pair and were also complete and total opposites of each other. Luka was shy, barely talked to anyone but his girlfriend, Hyuna. On the other hand, she was bright and energetic. She always had something to say or do. The world never stopped spinning for her, no matter what happened. Even though Till was the complete opposite, she was a refresher to him. Luka was like a good bonus you get with your refresher from Starbucks. A two for one deal!

 

Luka was blunt but in a good way. He would never hesitate give Till good advice and would never lie to him about how he should go about things even if the truth hurt.

 

In fact, Hyuna and Luka helped Till “get over” Mizi. He never really got over her,
only pretended like he did to them. It was fine because they bought it anyways and he could keep a secret. After all, he has experience with Urak on how to be a good liar.

 

Well, back to the present. Till once again had survived the hallways and made it to room 1210, the band room.

 

Till’s band teacher was sweet, she taught well and there were no complaints about her. She was normal which Till thanked god for because music was the only thing he enjoyed.

 

When the teal haired boy walked in, he saw Hyuna and of course by her side, Luka. The pair was always there early because their class before was right down the hall. “Lucky” Till thought to himself.

 

When Hyuna saw him, she waved with her hand held high and called out, “Till! Over here!”

 

Luka also waved but his hand held low. He flashed a small smile towards Till. One that said “thanks for interrupting me and my girlfriend but I like you, so I’m glad you’re here.”

 

Hyuna had thick straight brown hair that went down to her waist and tan skin. Her eyes were such a muted blue that they always looked grey if not for sunlight. She always dressed in workout clothes which typically consisted of a tank top, skinny jeans or leggings and sneakers. After all, she was as much of a track runner as she was a musician so her clothes had to account for that.

 

Luka on the other hand had curly blonde hair and hazel eyes. The blonde looked as if he was the spitting image of Rapunzel with his beauty and aesthetic. He had pale skin and the tips of his fingers were perpetually purple. This was because Luka had a congenital heart disease which meant he had holes in his heart. Blood couldn’t read his finger tips so they were always that pale purple color, not that Hyuna or Till minded. Because of this, Luka couldn’t play any instruments that needed breathing control (asthma came with the disease) so he settled on the violin just so he could be with Hyuna twenty-four-seven. But to Till’s surprise, he was a natural at the violin. Once again, Till thought “Lucky him”.

 

Now, Till had made his way over to the two where they graciously informed him that he wouldn’t have to participate in the upcoming battle of the bands. Since Till broke his collar bone, he couldn’t bear the pain that would come with playing his electric guitar. Of course Hyuna already had that figured out and made it her mission to excuse him. This was why Till loved her, she always had a solution. Plus, the teachers adored her too so she was able to get him out of the competition no problem.

 

After the trio conversed about the little things like what they ate and the annoying homework each class assigned, they went to their respective seats and began the class.

 

Today’s band class was like any other day except Till just sat there. He watched the other students filled with jealously because they could play their instruments free of pain. Till loved his guitar as if it was his own child and he missed it dearly even thought it had only been a few days. Nevertheless, he got over it by telling himself he would be back in the game soon as long as he rested his shoulder.

 

This was only a temporary fix as his guitar would still fill his thoughts for the rest of the day as it was really the only thing that calmed his nerves or took his mind off of whatever occupied his mind that day.

 

Time had ticked by fast while Till watched because before he knew it once again, the bell rung. Students began shuffling out of the room and he followed after he said his goodbyes to Hyuna and Luka.

 

The teal haired boy’s next class was lunch! Finally he could relax!

 

Or so he thought.

 

Till walked faster than usual to the cafeteria in order to beat lunch rush. Lines could be up to twenty-minutes long during the rush and Till desperately just wanted to eat. As he walked, he counted the money he had left over from breakfast; seven dollars.

 

In order to save money, once Till arrived to the cafeteria he decided to only get a small slice of pizza. The pizza slice was a dollar fifty.

 

Once Till had checked out, he went to the first empty round table in his line of sight and sat there. He began to scroll on TikTok peacefully until he was interrupted by a familiar voice. A voice he sure as hell didn’t want to hear during the only time he could relax all day.

 

It was Ivan, because of course it was Ivan!

 

“Nice seeing you here, Till”

 

“Fuck off, I’m trying to have lunch in peace”

 

Once Till finished his sentence, an idea clicked in his mind. “Thats right! The third way to drive Ivan away was to make him my errand boy” he thought, careful not to let his glee show on his face.

 

Before Ivan could respond, Till cut him off, “Actually, if you’re going to bother me you mind as well get me some snacks”.

 

It was almost like Ivan was a dog getting an order from his owner. The boy jumped at the chance to do something for Till.

 

“Whatever you want” the now dog-like boy said smiling.

 

“Get me a cookie and 2 bags of chips”

 

Ivan complied and went back into line. About five minutes later he returned with exactly Till asked for.

 

“Here you go, Till”

 

Till knew that when someone bought him something he should thank them, but this was Ivan. Till just put the food into his black backpack and didn’t bother to say another word.

 

Weirdly enough, Ivan didn’t mind. That ticked Till off, but not enough to question Ivan. He just knew he had to try harder and the perfect chance was coming after school.

 

And so, Till and Ivan spent the rest of the lunch period in silence until the bell rung. Ivan, being the role model said goodbye whilst the teal haired boy just flipped the other off, again.

 

In fact, Till spent the rest of his Ivan free classes in peace. Time flew by so quick that at last, the last bell of the day rung.

 

Till was excited, not to see Ivan but to set his plan in motion. He was confident it would work because he knew there had to be only so much Ivan could take on ice and off ice.

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3 months later…

Till was still stuck in his plan of fending Ivan off but now his shoulder had completely healed. This meant the teal haired boy would have an even harder time shaking off this pest because his rehabilitation training was starting! Till was dreading this training as he knew there would only be two people on that ice; Ivan and him. That means there would be nobody there to save him!

And you want to know what was even worse? His first lesson was that night.

Alright, back to the present now.

Till and Ivan were currently in their first class of the day; Biology. Their teacher, Mr. Williams was currently going over Mitosis but Till wasn’t catching any of it. He was too busy looking at Ivan and ransacking his mind for ideas on what was happening to him.

Till hated to admit it but, he had grown used to the black haired boy. At first, he was just a pest he couldn’t wait to shake off but now he had become an everyday part of his life. I mean, Ivan even joined theater just to be with Till more. And of course he was good at it like everything else he tries.

Don’t get him wrong, Till was keeping up with his rulebook he made to fend Ivan off but at this point he didn’t know if he was doing it because he wanted the black haired boy gone or if he wanted himself to think he wanted him gone. His worst fear was coming true; wanting to be that jocks friend!

Just like everything else, he also didn’t want to admit hanging around Ivan was pleasant. Ivan listened to everything Till said, did what he wanted with little snide remarks and kept him company. Till had never had someone so intent on being his friend and actually following through with it to the end. Usually, they just had one conversation and ghosted him. But Ivan was…different and Till couldn’t figure out why.

Once again, back to the present!

Ring-ring, the bell spewed signaling the end to Till’s daydreaming period. Everyone began rushing their things into their bags and grabbing their phones hurriedly to leave. Till was too, but Ivan had already grabbed Till’s things and was leading him out.

Now, Ivan even walked him to class!

“You know this is stupid right? You’re acting like you’re my boyfriend, man” the teal haired boy commented as they briskly walked to their next period to avoid being late.

“Who says I’m not?” the black haired boy quickly replied smugly.

“Ew, what the fuck dude!” Till snapped back, blushing.

Ivan got a huge kick out of “teasing till” as Till would say. Hyuna and Mizi agreed that it was plain out flirting but Till always paid those comments from them no attention. It wasn’t just that he didn’t want to hear it, he couldn’t stomach it! How could a perfect nepo star player like him ever think of Till like that? “Ew…” Till thought.

Before Till knew it, Ivan was gone and Till was back to sitting through a boring lecture with no friends to make it any better. He just spent the entire of his next classes copying notes and filling out assignments. Till didn’t have his favorite classes with his friends, which was band and lunch because his school ran of a block schedule. That means that he only has periods 1-4 one day and 5-8 the next.

Now Till had spent so much time working that before he knew it, the day was over and it was time for him to go home. Or so he wished. It was actually time for him to head straight to the ice rink with Ivan.

Ivan had offered to drive Till to the rink. The black haired bot came by and picked up Till’s gear the night before. Ivan wanted to make sure Till wouldn’t skip out on his first practice (he totally would’ve).

After the bell rung, Till hurriedly packed up and put on his headphones. He slowly walked across the building, dreading seeing Ivan. The people behind him probably hated him but he couldn’t care less. But still, he managed to avoid every mascot head. He truthfully wasn’t taking any chances with not graduating. I mean, how embarrassing would that be? Being bullied for another year. Yeah, Till wouldn’t take that.

Once Till finally made it to the doors, there Ivan was. In his rich kid car, blasting music. His hell had finally arrived and it wasn’t a little man with a red tail, it was an annoying jock.