The confession

HENRY

Damn it. I’ve realised that I’ve been daydreaming about him again. I sigh to myself. I shake the thought of him out and try to pay attention to the biology test I had to take. But soon I begin to drift off to the wonderful thought of him again. Lincoln. My crush, but also my best friend since primary school. But I could never be with him. After all, he doesn’t like guys, like I do. I haven’t told anyone about my hidden sexuality, and I’m not sure if I ever could. I’ve been in love with Lincoln for almost a year now. Every time he smiles he’s got my smiling back like some sort of psychotic murderer. We hang out all the time. After school and almost every weekend. We laugh our heads off when we’re together. Every time he looks at me my heart leaps out of my chest.

I look up from the several pages of questions. Our classroom had every person sitting at a single desk in rows, so we can all have space for our tests. There are about 7 rows with 6 people in each. I’m in the third row while Lincoln’s in the fifth. I turn my head behind me to try and catch Lincoln face. He’s sitting next to the window, beams of golden light are shining onto his handsome face making his tanned skin shine from the soft glow. His cheek bones and jawline are highlighted from the sun. His thick dark brown hair is separated at the front (middle part 🤤) and is going a little over his eyes as he’s looking down at the test with his deep blue eyes. His brows furrowed from the questions I assume. Lincoln also wears these adorable glasses that he needs to read. And they make him look so fucking cute. Fuck I’m obsessed with him. I should look away.....now.....or now. Shit. I need to stop before he notices. Lincoln lifts his eyes and catches me staring at him. Oh no. I just try to act chill and I just wave. Omg I just waved. You don’t wave to a best friend! What am I thinking. But Lincoln then returns my awkward wave with a smile that makes me weak at the knees. I quickly turn around before he can see me blushing or any other weird shit like that. But I’m smiling. God I’m smiling like crazy. I wouldn’t be surprised if all my classmates thought I was drunk or something.

“Henry!?” Miss Turner asks sternly making me jump. I look up from my desk to her.

“Don’t look at other peoples test!” She snaps at me.

“Oh, sorry miss,” I say quickly. I put my head in my hands and try to focus on the questions.

BRINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!! School’s over. Finally I say to myself as I roll my eyes. Wow I’m weird, I’m talking to myself...and now I’m talking to myself about talking to myself...and now I’m talking to myself about talking about talking to myself.....and now I’m-damn it Henry shut up! I pick up my bag and walk out of the classroom, waiting for Lincoln outside the door. Lincoln walks out the door like he’s just walked out of a modeling contest. He’s taller than me by about two inches and is wearing black jeans with a loose black t-shirt, converse and a black necklace with a skull hanging from it. Now I’m standing here with my white t-shirt with a funny movie quote in trainers and loose blue jeans. I look like such a dork next to him. But one thing for sure, he is that sexy guy that all the girls want, yet he is not a douche bag like all the other bad boys. He’s also funny, sweet, and caring. He’s actually a great guy. It sucks I can’t be with him. I sigh. God I want to kiss him. But I can’t.

“You ok?” Lincoln asks me, noticing my glum look. He cares! He cares! Wait of course he cares we’re friends. And that’s all we’ll ever get to be. I’ll just have to get used to that. I shake the feeling off.

“Yeah I’m fine man,” I say with a smile. He flashes me that smile again. It takes me everything I have not to kiss him right there in front of about 45 kids in the crowded hallway.

“How’d you go in the test?” I ask him trying to distract myself from the thought kissing him.

“Ok I think, hey do you want to go to my house and work on that assignment due tomorrow?”.

“Oh god the assignment, I completely forgot,” he laughs. That makes the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

“Yeah I only just remembered it too,” the hall way is mostly empty as everyone’s left the school hallway and went home. I dance down the hallway, sliding along the squeaky tiles. I start to sing “Baby” by Justin Beiber.

“You’re a dork,” Lincoln says while laughing at me. I roll my eyes and laugh with him.

“Well come on Mr Boring, let’s work on our assignment,” we smile at each other and head to his house.