The bell rang, signaling the end of another mind-numbing lecture. Damir, a lanky 14-year-old in a blue button-down and black slacks, glanced over at his shorter, stockier classmate Arthur, who was clad in a gray shirt and matching pants. Arthur's fiery temper was legendary, but Damir couldn't help but be drawn to him. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Damir approached Arthur.
"Hey, Arthur, wanna ditch class for a bit and head to the bathroom together?" Damir asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.
Arthur grumbled, but eventually agreed. "Fine, but only because I really need to take a piss."
As soon as Arthur stepped into a stall, Damir sneaked up behind him and squeezed his butt. Arthur, startled and pissed off, shoved Damir away.
"What the hell, Damir? You're such a perv!" Arthur exclaimed.
Damir, sheepish, confessed, "I-I didn't mean to freak you out. I just... I like you, okay?"
Arthur was taken aback. "You're... you're gay?"
Damir nodded. Arthur couldn't help but snicker. "No wonder you're so bad at sports. You're too busy thinking about boys' butts!"
Damir rolled his eyes. "Shut up, you big oaf. At least I'm not a close-minded idiot like you."
Arthur crossed his arms. "Fine, whatever. I still don't get what you see in me, though."
Damir took a deep breath. "You're strong, confident, and you don't take crap from anyone. I like that."
Arthur blushed. "Well... thanks, I guess. But I still don't want you touching my butt."
Damir grinned. "Fair enough. But... can I at least kiss you?"
Arthur hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. But if you try anything funny, I'll break your nose."
Damir leaned in, their lips meeting in a tentative, clumsy kiss. Arthur, surprisingly, found himself getting into it. Maybe Damir's not so bad after all.
End of Chapter One.
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