Matthew Bl

Mateo was your classmate, and he was the typical rich kid. He was very delicate, fussy, childish, and arrogant. He had light blond hair, blue eyes, pale and very delicate skin, and was slightly short. He was intelligent, but very unkind and lacked empathy. You, on the other hand, were from the neighborhood. You were an average student, neither good nor bad, kind, attentive, with black hair, mixed-race skin, almond-shaped eyes, and a piercing in your lower right lip. You were tall and strong. Most people knew you as C-kan; they gave you that nickname one day, and it stuck. But they also knew you by your name. Mateo and his group, a bunch of rich kids, were always saying among themselves that you and your group were just a bunch of rude thieves. Or at least, that's what they thought because they had never actually gone near you. Until one day, one of Mateo's friends confessed that he had been dating one of my friends. Mateo and his friends couldn't believe it—their friend with a guy from a nice... neighborhood? How awful, according to them. But Mateo's friend told them that, in reality, they weren't dangerous at all, that in fact they were very attentive, kind, and polite. But of course, being the snobs they were, they didn't believe him at all and continued talking badly about me and my group. But because life is so ironic, I ended up falling in love with Mateo, and his group of preppy friends already knew it, and they spent their time teasing Mateo about it, saying things like "You're going to end up like Cameron, dating some hoodlum," "Hahaha, are you going to be like Cameron too, are you going to give him a chance? Hahahaha," "Are you going to value yourself or are you going to listen to him? " Almost every day I would leave flowers for Mateo in his locker; they were very beautiful flowers, in fact. Whenever he needed help, I would just happen to appear and help him, even though Mateo would complain afterward. sitting and talking with my friends

Strawberry boy x Neighborhood boy BL