Charlie gasps, his singing coming abruptly to a halt.
"Oh, shit, guys! What're we supposed to do if we need to have a piss?"
"Please, stop." You plead the boy, as he shrugs, turning to you.
"If you gotta go, you gotta go."
Everyone looks to Charlie as he, very audibly, unzips his fly. You gag, and cast Woody a pleading look as a cry for help. Tell him to stop.
"Oh my God!" Kyle shouts, covering his eyes.
"Hey, you're not taking a piss in here, mate." You've never heard the football captain so stern in his life. He's not joking around, clearly.
"Shh! Don't talk, don't talk! It makes me crawl back up!" Charlie tells Woody, closing his eyes
"You take it out, you're dead before the first drop touches the floor." Charlie gasps mockingly, raising his eye brows and challenging the older boy.
"You know," He says, "You're pretty sexy when you get angry...Grr," He raises his eye brows, and you burst into laughter, trying hard to conceal it.
Charlie looks to Dan, "Hey, kiddo. Oi. Hey, I'm talking to you- yes, you." He gestures to the door, his, er, there, being put away now. "Why don't you go and shut that door. We can get little old miss over here impregnated," You gasp.
"What the fuck?" You demand, slightly sickened by his presence.
"Hey!" Woody shouts, slamming his fist on the table. "If I lose my tempar, you're totaled, man."
"Totally?"
"Totally."
Kyle turns to Charlie, "Why don' you just shut up? Nobody here is fucking interested." He snaps. You feel a tap on your arm, and turn to see Will leaning over.
"You okay?" He asks quietly, and you nod. He gives you a shy smile, and goes back to his normal position.
"I was joking, God. A joke, you know what one of those is?" Charlie rolls his eyes and turns to you- "Seriously, I'm sorry, I was joking." You flash him the middle finger, and ignore him. "Fine. Anyway, Sporto. What'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your football socks?"
"Uh, excuse me, guys? I think we should just, er, you know, write our papers." His voice shakes with nervousness, his face white.
Once again, he is ignored, and you feel a pang of guilt for the poor boy. He just wants to stay out of trouble- speaking of which, why is he in here in the first place? As far as you knew, that kid was a straight A* Student.
"Look, just because you're an attention seeker doesn't mean you need to be a pain in the ass, so knock it off." Woody tells his enemy, who mockingly acts hurt, putting his forehand over his eyes and forehead, and one on his heart.
"I'm pained!" He says dramatically, "Anyway, it's a free country."
"Mate, leave him. He's just doing it to piss you off," Kyle tells Woody, pulling him back to his seat. He easily towers both of them, his lanky frame much taller than the both of theirs. "Ignore him."
"You couldn't ignore me if you tried, Simmons." Charlie looks to the two boys suspiciously, an idea popping into his eyes. "So, are you guys, like, dating? Boyfriends? Aww, cute." He smiles cheekily. "Steady dates? No? Er, lo-overs?" He sighs, throwing his hands in the air, "Come on, Sporto. You gotta get on my level here. It's not bad to be gay, you know. Do you, you know," He makes a circle with his index finger and thumb, and puts his other index fing- you know what I'm talking about.
Kyle and Woody turn to face Charlie, both of them red with fury. What if it kicks off in here? There's no doubt you'd be expelled ASAP.
"Go fuck yourself!" Kyle shouts, pushing Charlies table back slightly.
"Enough!" Woody yells simultaneously with Kyle.
Silence falls over the large room for a few minutes, and you take the time to reflect on why you're he- who are we kidding? You sat doodling on the table.
You stop when you notice Charlie get up from the table, and stretch himself out. His coat now lies on his chair, which he leaves and goes to walk to the railing, which he props himself up on, and sits comfortably on it.
"What do you say we close that door?" He proposes. "We can't have any kind of party with King checking us out every few seconds." Although you won't say it- God knows you think it's a good idea. That teacher is a class A arsehole.
"Well, you know, the door's supposed to stay open," Dan mutters, "We'll only get in more trouble if we close it."
"So what?" Charlie asks back, shrugging carelessly.
"So why don't you just shut up?" Woody sighs, frustration filling his voice. "There's four other people in here, you know."
"Oh my God (Lord Farq), you can count! See! I knew you had to be smart to be a...A... FOOTBALLER!" Charlie grins happily, going over the top again. You hide your mouth with your hand to hide your dozy smile.
"Who the Hell are you to judge anybody, anyway?" Woody turns to the black haired boy. "You know, Charlie. You don't even count. I mean- if you disappeared forever, if you died tomorrow, it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school. Nobody likes you, and nobody cares about you."
You watch Charlie, the way the hurt flashes in his eyes, the way his jaw is set in a line, and the way he goes to reply something snarky, though doesn't say anything. You can see how upset he is.
"Well...I-I'll just run out and join the football team." Charlie concludes. A chorus of laughter comes from Woody and Kyle, and you stare in disgust at them. There was no need to go over the top like that to Charlie- even if he was a dick. Charlie looks to Kyle. "A-And the prep club. M-Maybe the s-student council."
"They wouldn't take you." Woody laughs.
"I'm hurt." Charlie replies with no emotion in his voice nor actions. You look to him, waiting for him to catch your glance. When he does, you offer a small smile, and he gives you one back, a slight bit of light returning to his eyes.
"You know why guys like you knock everything?" Kyle speaks up. Charlie tells him to go ahead. "It's 'cuz you're afraid."
"Oh my God, you know, you mummies boys are so, so smart! That's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities! How did you know?"
"You're a fucking coward."
"I'm in the maths club..." Dan mumbles to no one in particular, though your hear it and nod at him, even though it is the furthest thing from your cup of tea...It's coffee.
"See? You're afraid they won't take you. You don't belong there, so you have to make it seem like the shittiest thing in the universe."
"Well, it wouldn't have anything to do with you stuck up activities people being arseholes now, would it?"
"Not that you'd know. You don't know any of us."
"Well I don't know any fucking serial killers, but I'm not going to go and join their fucking cult."
"I'm in the music club, too." Dan speaks up again, looking to the front of the room with a blank expression. Charlie looks to Dan, to Kyle.
"S'cuse me a minute..." He turns to Dan. "What are you babbling about?"
"Well- I- What I said was...I'm in the music club, the, er maths club, English club...English club."
Charlie nods at Dan, and turns back to Kyle. "Hey, Ky. Are you in music club?"
"That's an academic club..."
"So?"
"So...Academic clubs aren't the same."
Charlie points to Dan. "But to dorks like him, they are. What do you do in you-umm...Maths club?"
"We, ah, we play music. We talk about music. The keys and so in a song...Write our own songs..."
"So it's sorta social...Horrifically sad and demented, but social. Right?"
"Well- yeah- yeah I guess you could say that. I mean- there are other kids there, and yeah..."
"I'm in music club." Will informs the room.
"So you two know each other?" Charlie jumps to conclusion, the attention in the room suddenly on the trio. Will shakes his head. "But..."
"There's many different ones. He's in...Piano?" Dan nods. "Yeah. I'm in guitar and bass, then you've got brass, strings, drums."
"I'm in drums." Woody shrugs. Will gestures with his head towards Woody, see?
"Look, if you guys keep up your talking, Kings gonna come right in here." Kyle warns them, and Woody nods. You huff under your breath, hypocrite.
"Yeah, and I got a game tonight, and I'm not going to miss it on account of you twats."
"Oh, wouldn't that be a shame?" Charlie sighs with a moan of fake agony. "Missing a whole match!"
"Well you don't know anything about it, faggot. You've never amounted to anything in your whole life!"
"Oh, I know. I feel empty, there's a hole in my soul because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that run around with other guys chasing a ball." Charlie smiles sarcastically.
"You'd never miss it. You don't have any goals."
"Oh, but I do!" Charlie grins manically. You laugh at him.
"Yeah?"
"I wanna be just-like- you! I figure all I need is a pair of shorts, a shirt and an overpriced pair of boots!" Charlie tells Woody, smiling innocently.
"You wear boots?" Dan questions.
"I wear football boots, duh. Have you ever watched football?"
