[Elliot Isidore's Pov]

It was a cold day. A breezy and chilling one. The clouds cover the sun as the leaves fall like snowflakes during winter. The atmosphere was cool, yet the colours of my surroundings fills me with warmth. Orange, red, hints of yellow drowns my field of vision. Ahhh, I expire mentally. This is a good start to my day.

"Which means that the rest of it will be shit." I complained in advance. It's never a good omen for me whenever my day starts peacefully.

Weirdly peaceful, and I am not used to it.

I woke up to the sound of birds singing songs, waking me like I'm some kind of disney heroine. It had this fulfilling feeling that lingered in my mind, cleansing it from the drowsiness of just waking up at around 6 AM in the morning. My coffee ended up being sweeter than usual, too. Usually, it leaves a bitter taste in my tongue. Sometimes it's too plain, no taste whatsoever. However, this morning, it's sweeter and creamier, to the point where my enjoyment in gulping that coffee down was genuine instead of pretence in order to gaslight myself into thinking that I'm not a terrible brewer.

My whole shower journey was quite peaceful compared to other days, too. No bugs camping around waiting to strike, no clogs in the drains, the hot water finally working, it was like paradise dawned on me the moment I stepped inside the shower. I have no recollection about how my hot water worked again after a few weeks, but it certainly put me in a trance. I was in the mood to rub one out, but I might end up being marked as late if I do so.

It's a school day, and fortune every morning where it's a school day is a terrible omen. Who knows what awaits you at the corner of everything?

The leaves are still falling, and it smells so earthy. The crunch every step I take gratifies my hearing and my senses. It's quite relaxing, it's very pleasing. I think to myself.

I took one long pause, distracted by the aesthetic of fall that I'm witnessing and experiencing at the moment. It's so unlikely for this town to be this peaceful. Something's gotta be up; what is it? I might be farfetched, but it's really quiet, or I'm just overanalyzing stuff.

I probably just am.

Anyway, I might be late, so I better hurry. I checked my pocket for my phone and opened it up to see the time, "I swear to god minutes have passed," I said to myself as I stared at my phone dead in the eye. 30 seconds has passed since the first paragraph, and school starts in 2 hours. My transportation ranges from 20 to 30 minutes, so technically, I still have time to do it, right?

Won't it be suspicious that I'm too early for school?

Yeah, kind of. But time runs weird. 27 minutes ago, I was contemplating whether it was too early for me to go to school or not. I counted cars on the way and played with fallen leaves like a child, and now, as of the current, I'm in the school's restroom stall, bag's down, shirt's up, jerking off.

Weeks passed by without any actions, not even some self relief. I wasn't always in the mood to do so, and I was not feeling it for a long time, but for some apparent reason, today was different.

"Fuck... ngh." Trying my best not to moan too loud. No one but me is in the restroom, but it doesn't mean that I wouldn't be playing it safe. Safety measures!

Every breath I exhale became deeper and deeper, followed by my sweat forming plenty. The strokes of my cock became more faster, following the pace of my heartbeat. Sliding it down from the base to the tip, has it always been this sensitive? It felt good.

I was completely lost on the sequence of me pleasing my own cock. It was a risky move to do it on a bathroom stall, more so on a school stall! But it was worth the risk either way. I continue stroking my throbbing member, and as I try to keep myself from moaning, some visually erotic thoughts bombard my mind.

If I had a mouth willing to suck me off right now, I would've fucked it to no extent. I think to myself, a reaction from the imagery in my head that helped me stimulate my senses more. I became more sensitive. The tip of my cock exited precum, and I used it as a lube to make stroking my dick easier.

Fuck, I can feel it. I'm about to cum!

And then the door to the restroom opened.

I panicked and stopped. Well, I completely got out of that state and lost my mood to finish. It ended up with me edging myself. Shit, I'm more pent up right now.

As I tried to fix myself, my clothes and bags to make it look like nothing happened, a faucet opened, the deafening silence turned into the sound of water, falling. Splashing. Whoever just came in is washing their face. Why would I care anyway? They cockblocked me and I'm still mad about it.

My hands were sticky. I picked my bag up and opened the stall to wash my hands. Prideful, I decided not to even bat an eye on whoever just came in. I washed my hands, and as I scrub it without precision, the guy standing beside me looked me from top to bottom. Well, I saw from my peripheral anyways.

"Hello!" He greeted, with a jolly tone.

I was surprised. Hearing a soft and feminine voice coming out of a man. It's gotta be a guy, right? Well, I mean, I'm in the men's restroom, so it's technically a man. Or did I enter the wrong stall? That's highly unlikely. Okay, fuck, I guess I'll take a look at you. So I stopped the water by turning the faucet off, whisk away my hands to dry it, turning to the side to look at the person who just greeted me. "Hi." I replied.

Hi.... Hello.... What the hell? Was my first reaction when my gaze reached upon his body, his face. It was a familiar yet unrecognizable face, definitely someone I've never met before, but there's something about him that's eye-catching. Whoever this is, though, he is..... "Pretty."

"I'm sorry?" He questioned, eyebrows raised but still wearing a smile.

Fuck, I blurted something out. Let's go, Elliot! You're so embarrassing. "Oh,  nothing! Your hair's just pretty, is what I was meant to say." Saving myself from before.

This day has been weird so far. I mean, I was fortunate enough to live like a main character this early in the morning, and now, standing in front of me is probably one of the prettiest person I have ever encountered in my whole entire life. And I'm not exaggerating. His platinum blonde hair makes it look like he just woken up from the snow. His presence mirroring a flower at the centre of winter, comething about him seems so cold yet warm.

Like, a snowflake during fall.

"Aww, thank you!" He replies, his smile now wider than before.

What was I saying? I might be exaggerating. I try fixing myself for the second time, checking my phone to check the time. There's still an hour left before class starts.

"Are you late?" He asks.

"Oh, no, I was just checking the time. Classes don't start until, like, an hour." I answered. Looking at his lips. It's plump and rosy. I'm envious.

"Ah, really? That's good to hear." He sighs. "Kinda thought I'd be late, sorry, I'm new here."

Oh, that's why. "Haha, that's normal." I reacted. What ever happened to not batting an eye on him? Whatever, I guess.

That was followed by silence that lasted for a few seconds. Both of us are just idling there, smiling at each other in an awkward manner. How to follow-up... follow up, follow up, follow up.

"Right, so, what's your name?" He asks me once again, to which I reply as I reach my hand out for a handshake.

It's Elliot," I said, "Elliot Isidore. But you can call me..." People just call me Elliot, though. "You can call me Ellie." What the hell am I saying?

"Ah, Ellie. That's adorable." He responded sweetly, as he took my hand to accept tha handshake. His hand were soft. It made me crack a smile. This really has been a weird day so far.

"Well, Ellie, hopefully we can still see each other around." He smiles back, "I gotta go now!"

Yeah, bye. I didn't even get to wave goodbye. But one thing's for sure, I don't know what just happened.

My mind was rewired for some reason. Once again, I was put into a trance, and it's because of someone that I just met this time around. The restroom suddenly felt empty, but my mind was screaming internally. I didn't even get to ask for his name, whatever it is.

I set myself straight, focusing on another goal, head straight to class, and wait. Today's been a weird day, and I will repeat that sentence to express how uncanny this is for me.

I arrive at the class and minded my own business for an hour, distracting myself with videos that makes no utter sense, only existing for the sake of entertainment.

The trees look like they're swinging back and forth, back and forth as its leaves fly with the wind. Who am I kidding, I'm trying to make my mind move on from that encounter with that person. Etched in my head are his features, his eyes, his nose. This is pure envy, I think to myself.

I'm usually not the type to be attached to someone at a snap of a finger, but I wouldn't mind talking to him once again. I'm not saying that I'm interested in him, that's kind of fast, I don't even know who he is. This day has been so weird, the fall, that person... fuck, I didn't even get to cum. Not that it matters, but it's a big deal. If only he knew what I was doing... wait what. I'm not pertaining to him... am I?

"...introduce yourself." The professor spoke.

I didn't even notice that the class started already. I was deeply invested in my thoughts that I completely forgot that I'm in class.

"Uhm, well... my name is Amaryllis Couver. I like, well, flowers. And I'm turning 19 this november." A voice spoke.

A familiar voice spoke.

I turn my head to look at who it is and to my surprise, It is him! Standing infront of the class with his snow white hair, fair complexion and a slim build was the person who I was talking to. My eyes became wider, he stands out like a white fox. Am I lucky today? Why is the universe in favour of me today? Usually this is not a good omen but, I'm not gonna complain anymore.

The birds when I woke up, the shower working, the leaves falling, and this person, this day has been so weird, and I love it. I wanna be his friend, I say to myself. I dont think that I am interested in him per se, but... I don't know.

I noticed that the class was stupidly quiet, like, the shift of their focus turned to him and him only. They were all looking at this random stranger who happens to just arrive this day and yet, everyone's locked on him, I can tell.

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" The professor asked.

Yeah, what was it? I didn't get to hear it the first time but it was Ar.... aracellis? Immaculis? Ama.... ama something was it? Ama...

"It's Amaryllis. Amaryllis Couver." Amaryllis said, wearing a smile.

[Elliot Isidore's Pov]

"Amaryllis... Amaryllis?" How do you even spell that. Trapped in my own little world in the middle of lunch, the name Amaryllis has been stuck in my head for some reason. A fitting name for someone like him, weirdly fitting.

My surrounding was kinda dull. I mean, for god's sake, I'm sitting alone in this lunch table, playing with this mushy and gushy mashed potato they're serving in this cafeteria. It's kind of depressing if you compare my situation with other students. Even that Amaryllis already found a circle, and who would even guess that it'll be Sabrina's.

In comparison, Sabrina has that Regina George status where she titles herself as the queen bee, but honestly, no one really takes her seriously. She's delusional to the point that it's scary, even her lackeys believed that she's more powerful than the principal, for fuck's sake.

But I couldn't blame Amaryllis, I mean, if I was new too, I would cling to the most popular clique in town. He fits with them, though. That's our difference. I mean, we do have a lot of difference, but still.

"Don't look at him too much. You'll burn him." A certain voice suddenly appears, delivering her sentence in a sarcastic tone. It was Piper.

Piper's one of my very few friends. She talks to me, and in exchange, I tolerate her snarks and insults. But personally, that's much preferable than me idling still in isolation as I watch other people socialize and get along well.

"I'm not looking at anyone," defending myself, "I'm simply just observing the view."

"And the view being who? That new kid?" Piper rebutted as she sits down beside me, gently putting down her tray full of cauliflower, mini carrots, and a box of orange juice.

She has always been so observing. It's annoying.

"No." I push, yet to no avail.

Piper rolls her eyes, "Whatever, I can't blame you anyway." She says as she takes a bite of her vegetables. "He's pretty. That I can agree with."

He is, I think to myself. He is really pretty, and judging from my perspective, I'm not the only one who thinks of that. A lot of people surround him at the current, but he doesn't look overwhelmed by it, not one bit. Kind of like, he's used to it?

"Such a shame that he's a part of Sabrina's coven now." Piper added. "Not even a week, and he's already joined the dark side."

"Maybe he doesn't know." I claimed.

"Maybe. But once he got a whiff of that witch's power, who knows, maybe he'll become her new lapdog." She says as she takes another bite of her food.

Piper has a point, though. Who knows what could happen. I shouldn't defend someone who I've only interacted with for a minute, someone who I completely do not know... But the same goes for her. She shouldn't judge someone who she only found out about earlier this day. Maybe Amaryllis isn't the person that Piper thinks he is.

I should just shut up.

"Oh, by the way, have you started on Lopez's worksheet?" Piper suddenly asks, pertaining to our science teacher, Mr. Lopez.

"Yeah. You wanna copy?" I proposed.

"Uh, duh? Is that really something that you should ask me?" She chuckles, her eyes twinkling, "literally could kiss you right now if only you weren't a raging homosexual."

...Thank god.

"No, really! I'm not lying!" A sudden high-pitched voice echoes through the cafeteria. I looked at where or who it was from, It was Sabrina's, and beside her was Amaryllis, laughing too. His teeth were as white as snow, and his eyes shone a bright blue hue. Really, it is such a shame, wasting his laugh on her. I look down to eye my food. For some reason, the mashed potato reminded me of myself. I just giggled at that silly thought.

"Dude, is he looking at you, or I'm just tripping?" Piper pointed out, poking me to shift my attention on whoever she was pertaining to– Amaryllis. When I look at him, our eyes meet, and he was... smiling? "Woo hoo, what's this, I see? would you look at that Elliot, maybe he's interested in you too." Piper enthusiastically exclaimed.

"No, he's not." As I shifted my focus on Amaryllis, so did my mood. He wasn't the only one who was looking at me. Everyone at that table was eyeing me. Sabrina, her friends... Amaryllis.

My day till now has been weird. It's weird because I'm not used to it. It's been good so far, with the whole morning routine going smoothly, I wasn't used to it.

But this, this is what I'm used to.

"They're talking about me." I claimed, locking eyes with Amaryllis, who was still smiling at me.

[Amaryllis Couver's Pov]

"My name is Amaryllis Couver, I like flowers, and I'll be turning 19 this november." Smiling, I introduced myself. Seriously, I like flowers? Lame. Could've done better than that.

I'm standing inside this room, in front of everyone who, surprisingly, looks decent compared to the previous school that I went to. Yes, this school still needs a lot of furnishing to do, but it could do. It's wide, spacious, large, big, just as how I like it.

My eyes explored the room where I'm still standing, idling still as the teacher made a speech about respect and acceptance blah blah blah. Along my observation, my eyes met up with a lot of eye contact. They're all looking at me. As expected.

Colourful, I say to myself. The students here definitely have a lot of personality and style. in fairness, it looks like they all came out of a cult classic film. What a bunch of geeks.

Oh?

Ha.

My eyes lay upon someone whom I've met earlier this morning.

Would you look at that? It's that guy from before. The one who was masturbating at the washroom.

It was a surprise to encounter that kind of thing, especially on a first day kind of day.

Yes, I heard him masturbating, but I played it off like nothing was happening, what can I say, I'm a good actor. I entered the washroom without any sound or creak from the door the first time, when I suddenly heard a faint whimper and a very loud squelching, and, no kidding, his voice was hot. But I really couldn't let that kind of thing distract me, so I gently pulled the door open and slammed it shut to gain his attention and opened a faucet to make him aware of my presence.

To be completely honest, I expected at least a decent looking guy to come out of that stall, but who came out was so much more than that. He's hot. Is he spanish? Mexican? what is he? I think to myself as I wet my face. He was tall, probably 6'1 or at least taller than that. Good build too, he looks like he works out.

"Elliot Isidore..." I whispered quitely.

"What was that?" The professor asked, to which I answered nothing and shook my head. "Oh, well, mister Couver, you can sit next to... Miss Mayers"

Following his directions, I did what he told me to. I sat next to a blonde female that goes by Sabrina Mayers. Who then invited me to sit at her lunch table. And life update: I can't stand her obnoxious ass.

She's loud, squeaky, and not to mention, spoiled. She gossips a lot about her schoolmates and asks a lot of questions about me and my stuff from before. Her sidekicks, Lilith, Eve, and Anne, are just clones of her, if I may say so.

Ugh, the shit I'd give to get out of this mess would cost more than a gold ba–

"And that's Elliot." Sabrina points out to the table that's placed just 2 tables away from us. My attention suddenly shifts to him. Guess, I was right. He's at least well known.

"He looks nice." I commented.

Sabrina, on the other hand, just looked at me with curiosity. It's kind of like reading me, reading a blank page, and trying to get something out of it. She tilts her head and asks, "Do you want to associate yourself with him?" Suddenly wearing a grin, Sabrina then went on to add, "He looks interesting, right?"

She's doing something or at least starting something. I know, and I feel it. Her chums did a collective turn to face each other and form a smile like some kind of evil minions scheming some kind of conniving plan.

I smile in return.

"But if I were you, I would never associate myself with Elliot Isidore." Lilith, lackey number 1, brunette, rebonded, with a hime cut, suddenly spoke with a valley girl accent.

Oh? "Why not?" I asked.

"I mean, what kind of sane person would wanna befriend the child of drug convicts." Eve, lackey number 2, dirty blonde hair that's tied up in a bun, complained while munching on an apple. "I mean, I'd rather wear a jean skirt than breathe the same air as him."

"What's wrong with jean skirts?" Not really called for, but I was curious. Hence, I asked.

"Everything." Anne butting in. Lackey number 3. Brunette, hair tied up in a ponytail, carrying a loop earring. An interesting pattern how they spoke one after the other, kind of like a sequence. "But anyways, even though interacting with him is a big no, Elliot is one of the hottest guys in school." Missy added.

I can see that. If we're basing it on a scale, that guy so far has been weighing a lot harder than the majority of men in here. It's interesting how he's he's the one that interests me the most. Well, I guess he will do.

"If only he wasn't such a loser, he could probably have a chance with me." The queen bee spoke, shoving cheese fries in her mouth. God, it's crystal clear how much she's trying her hardest to image herself as the Regina George of this place. It's tragic to witness to the point that it's funny. "But those two probably are hitting it off already, so, ew." Sabrina, pointing at Elliot and a girl sitting beside him.

She's wearing a pastel shirt, sweatpants, and sneakers. A mess.

"Yeah. You're so right." Her sidekicks collectively agreeing, like it's mandatory to do so.

To be completely honest, I don't see it. But for the sake of getting along with these knock-off plastics, I guess I'll spare some smiles and laughter, no matter how sick I'll get of this.

"They're probably fucking every lunch, and that's like, their aftercare. Cafeteria date." Missy laughs.

Sabrina reacted in a very loud way. Her laughter echoed through the room, "I bet they both have dicks though." Her attempt at humour, "No, really! I'm not lying!"

Her attempt at being funny is like an ant trying to become a butterfly. Can an ant wish and dream to become a butterfly? Yes. Is it possible? Absolutely not. But of course, I had to laugh and crack. To smile like It's genuine.

Elliot Isidore, really such an interesting person, huh? Just from this view, I can see him completely. Had my expectations that he's kind of popular in this school... I mean, he is, but not for good reasons. Playing with his food. Smiling at his food. Oh, and now looking at me. Holding eye contact with each other, I held that smile for so long. Is it to intimidate him? No, I just felt like it. Perhaps this time, I can properly enjoy my time here temporarily because of you, Elliot.

Well, one thing's for sure, I'm eager to know a lot more about you, Ellie.

[Elliot Isidore's Pov]

I hate math.

I do not get anything about it, but at the very least, I do try. Numbers confuses me, variables, signs, equations, fuck. I'd rather just jump off than listen to another word in this class. Why did I even take this? I have no clue.

Also have to finish Mr. Lopez's worksheet. Hell, he's always giving us something to do. Give me a break... please. At least his subjects are a little more interesting than math. Ugh, I just hate math.

...

Let's see... what else can I think about instead of dreading over the fact that Amaryllis thinks of me badly already. Why am I so dawned over the fact that he's onto the bad side of my reputation? I mean, it's inevitable, but it's still such a disappointing turn of events.

I even had a teeny tiny plan in my mind where I try to befriend Amaryllis and open him up to what this school is like, kinda like the Janis Ian of that situation, but fuck, guess I was too late. I hope my weird day comes back, I miss it already.

I really don't know why I'm so interested in at least being friends with the new kid, I am not usually like this. Is it because he's pretty? No. But, I try to usually be distant with people, considering they're distant with me first, I'm technically just mirroring them. But with Amaryllis, I don't know. I still have hope.

I'm being weird, I know.

Dozing off left my senses to be completely wary of my surroundings. The next thing I know, the bell suddenly rang. Fuck, Finally, I can go home.

I quickly carried my bag on the way out of class. The usual stuff can be seen in the hallway, crowded people rushing to get home, others still socializing, rushing to get their duties done. Of course I'm one with the crowded people rushing to get out of here, and so I did.

But in the middle of the crowd stood a flower. Someone who stands out, just idling still in the middle, while the students are chaotically walking. Pushing his hair behind his ear, Amaryllis suddenly turned around to look in my direction. He's probably waiting for someone, or probably just there to do something else, I don't know. Is it still my business? Uhm.

Yeah, no. It's not.

"Ellie!" He screams.

Wait, Ellie? I looked again to see if I heard it right, and I wasn't hallucinating. He was pertaining to me.

My eyebrows clenched, and I tilted my head in confusion. Is he pertaining to me? I pointed at myself, "Are you... do you mean me?"

Amaryllis laughs as he walks towards me, "Yeah, silly, you're the only Ellie I know." He says, followed by a giggle.

What the hell is going on? Wasn't he literally judging me hours ago? What is this? Is this a prank?

Amaryllis scoffs and wears a soft smile, "Hey, stop standing there. C'mon, let's go home together!" He says enthusiastically.