Chapter 5

Was

That was when he saw him. Fi-Rico had spotted the most beautiful boy he had ever seen sitting at the front of the annoyingly hot classroom. His blond hair seemed to light up the whole room. He was lounging in his chair, his coat slung carelessly over the back of his chair. Qi-Calla was paying the small, dark-haired, dark-eyed boy at the back of the classroom no mind, or so it looked to Fi-Rico. He was chatting loudly with a few of his friends. Sa-Pillum lent towards Fi-Rico, “You’re staring at the hot boy.”

“Shut up!” Fi-Rico punched Sa-Pillum in the arm.

“So, you like him? I really do think he’s hot.”

“Ga la nan amro su,” I do not like him.

“Tam stum la.” You so do.

The boys at Pallamin collage used an odd mix of both Mino and Dallie. School was taught in Mino but most of the boys first language was Dallie. This made for some odd hybrid conversations.

Qi-Calla hated history. He found the professor dull and the subject even duller. The only good part was that Fi-Rico was in his class. Fi-Rico was the hottest boy in school in his opinion. The only problem was that Fi-Rico sat at the back of the classroom, and he and his friends sat at the front. This made it very difficult to look at Fi-Rico without his friends noticing. Qi-Calla knew they were fine about boys dating boys, but when your friends know about your crush, they never let you forget it. He just didn’t need them to know about Fi-Rico yet.

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The history lesson seemed to drag on forever. All Fi-Rico could think about riding Mimõe that afternoon, and he normally quite enjoyed history; maybe the heat was getting to him. A competition was coming up soon, and he still hadn’t beaten his best time. All Qi-Calla could think about was what he would say to Fi-Rico after the lesson (he had finally gotten up the courage to talk to Fi-Rico).

The lesson finally ended. Fi-Rico was packing his things up when Qi-Calla came over. He stopped and looked up to see calla standing in front of him.

“I’m so sorry to ask you this, Rico.” Qi-Calla avoided meeting Fi-Rico’s eyes, saying, “But do you think you could help me with this history stuff? I just can’t seem to get it.”

Fi-Rico turned to look behind him, just to check if there was another Rico standing behind him. When there wasn't, he pointed to himself and said, “Me. You’re asking me for help.”

“Yes,” Qi-Calla said tentatively looking anywhere but at Fi-Rico.

“If you’re free, you could come to mine this afternoon and we could go through some of the content.” Fi-Rico was amazed at the words he had just spoken.

“That would be amazing!” Qi-Calla beamed in delight.

“If you meet me by the school gates, we can walk to mine together.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“See you then.”

Qi-Calla turned and left the classroom. Fi-Rico finished packing his things into his leather satchel. He left the sweltering classroom grinning from ear to ear. He was going to be spending a lot more time with Qi-Calla now.

Qi-Calla rejoined his friends. He was completely zoned out by their convocation. His mind was still full of the conversation he had just had with Fi-Rico. He couldn’t wait to spend more time with Fi-Rico.