yaoi ship part 1 °0° (G x J)

I HATE BOYS.

Now, don’t go harassing me for being sexist. If you saw the guys at my school, you’d understand without me having to tell you anything.

This, my friends, is about the boys and their behavior by yours truly, L.

It all started on a Monday. I had Math last after a double block of design. Seeing how I was going to be in the same classroom for 3 blocks straight, I put my stuff under my desk, stood up, and started chatting to a friend named R who sits 2 spots away from me. You might recognize from Pepper’s posts.

Pepper was in a different class than I was, so she was one of the last people to arrive because her class was in a different wing of the school.

Now, G comes into the picture. I used to like him last year, but, eh, I got over him. Anyway, G is in all my term classes so I see him pretty often. J arrives from a different class, but I don’t care about him.

As I turn to sit at my desk, I see J pushing G against the wall, pining both G’s hands with one of his own. Mind you we’re, in my opinion, WAY too young to date. I’m a Muslim anyway, so this is about other kids dating. Last year this girl named TH and this guy named E (a friend of J and G) were FILMED KISSING BEHIND THE SCHOOL. They broke up two weeks later, and E was devastated.

Anyway, J was pushing G against the wall, looking confident with a stupid smirk 😏 kinda like that. G, on the other hand, looked uncomfortable, trying to back away but J keeping him in place. They said something, but I couldn’t hear cause I’m not the type to eavesdrop, but their noses were ONE INCH APART (or almost 2.5 cm, if you’re not American).

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡ (◍•ᴗ•◍) (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ ≽ ^ • ⩊ • ^ ≼ (ง •̀_•́)ง ( ≖‿ ≖ )

On Tuesday (in Math) G was kinda on top of him, one arm around J’s neck gently, his hand resting on J’s desk, and the other playing with J’s hair. J’s hand drifted to G’s hand on the desk, but G pulled away. G then proceeded to play with J’s hoodie string.

Mr. C asked what they were doing. G said he was asking for a pencil.

Mr. C, bless him, didn’t take any of G’s bullcrap. “That takes two seconds. Sit down.” he told him in his exasperated Irish accent.

G scurried WITHOUT A PENCIL BACK TO HIS SEAT. 

On Wednesday, J looked JEALOUS when H and G were sitting next to each other and chatting. On Friday,J whispered for a VERY long time in G’s ear. Mind you, our class was VERY, VERY loud. J whispered for a solid 5 minutes, using his hand to cover his mouth. When J was done, G wiped his ear.

Also, G was holding up J’s backpack to help him, and G was holding J by the waist. Pepper also holds my backpack, only because I walk too quickly from class to class so she slows me down.

Tell me advice. Does this mean anything?

Luv, L

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡ (◍•ᴗ•◍) (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ ≽ ^ • ⩊ • ^ ≼ (ง •̀_•́)ง ( ≖‿ ≖ )