Chapter 1: Dorian
I saw him the first time, I thought he looked like a sissy. Maybe sissy wasn't
the right word for it, but hey, I was in senior high. The land where prejudice
and stereotypes thrive. He was in the same year as me but we only shared a few
classes including Home Economics. And no, I don't think it is weird for
someone, me in short, raised by retired military parents to take a few cooking
lessons. And they make mean paella and lengua.
But this guy is just... wow. He looks like one of those stereotypical nerd kids complete with the glasses if he didn't have those sharp blue eyes and defined cheekbones to counter that scrawny, lanky figure. Then again; I wear horn-rimmed glasses and I'm not complaining.
Dmitrius Irvine Gainsborough, that was his name.