Seth's POV

I'm getting sick of all the heterosexuals. These quote-unquote 'hot chicks' keep trying to flirt with me and damn do I hate it. Currently in the lunch room trying to find a place to sit which is a PAIN. A red-headed female is attempting to seduce me to sit with her and her other female friends who gaze at me longingly. I scan the lunchroom and my eyes land on another whose eyes are gazing upon me. His pine green eyes flit away once he catches my eye. Sam. His face is burning red as he takes a bite of whatever this school calls lunch. I release myself from the girl with a glistening smile, she almost faints. I break my arm out of her grasp and stride over to Sam.

"Hey," I say coolly.

"Hey." He replies not meeting my eyes. "So are you pretty close to those girls huh?" He questions.

"Um yeah, I guess... You want me to hook you up?" His eyes just widen to the size I wouldn't think possible for a mortal.

"No!" He almost yells receiving a few annoyed glares from people nearby, "I mean thanks but no. That would be horrid, especially with..nevermind... Besides... I'm... Pan." I grin and wink at him, knowing how he'll take it. I smirk as he flushes bright red.

"Same here! At least, I am now." Ooh, that's gay.

Lunch ends and we stand up. As we leave side-by-side, I catch bits of conversation.

"-Rich set a fire-"

"-dating her-"

"-lit fam. Is that correct-"

"-shut up, Princy-"

"-cking democratic republica-"

"-gay for him-"

Wait, what's that last one? I shuffle sideways a bit to hear better.

"-iously. Though I'm not sure about him. He's kind of creepy, I don't think he ever blinks. And no normal person would ever change from being really shy to cocky that quickly. Besides. Who'd ever even think about even trying to roast Ken? He's gonna get killed." Shit. They're talking about me. No, I don't blink. What's the point? And I wasn't used to the high school scene yet. I forgot my survival skills for school. Don't be afraid to kick someone's arse. Kept thinking I was in a jungle full of horrifying beasts. Oh, wait. They're the same thing.

Sam's POV

I keep sneaking glances at Seth. I can't help it. He's just so... unnatural. Not in a bad way. He's just so breathtakingly beautiful that it's hard to look at anything else. And not handsome... he's feminine in a way, nothing straight on his body. Nothing straight in my mind either... God, this is so cliche. I part ways with him to head toward my next class, though I wish i could cling to him and never let go. My daydreams are interrupted by a voice yelling.

"Hey, faggot shit," the voice is directed towards me and it's coming from his mouth. Kenneth Williams stalks the hall toward me. "What? Seth got your tongue? Don't think nobody noticed you giving him heart eyes while you walk. Why do ya even like that creep? He doesn't fuckin blink! And does he even breathe like dude! You're a complete idiot if you look past that shit." He grins. Wait no, more like a toothy smirk. I don't know how to respond. Sure, I didn't notice that he doesn't blink or even breathe but, who cares. He's perfect the way he is. I almost blurt that aloud but I just bite my lip.

"Aw are you scared, your zombie isn't here to protect you." with a crowd gathering and Ken starting to approach closer, backing me into the lockers. " So, I think you should have your boyfriend stop harassing me with taunts if you don't want to die at 3pm." He pushes of the locker, letting me relax slightly. "And don't think I'm joking Samuel." He walks away in silence. The crowd lingers for a moment as I sink to the floor. Then the bell rings and they disperse. I hold my head in my knees and cry. 

(A/N): So Um I'm in a VERY good mood so here is another chapter and i'm doing a double update!

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