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[Brian's POV-THIS IS FOR YOU, DAL SINCE YOU LOVE THE TTERRORISER VOICE SO DAMN MUCH-]
I watched Brock from down the hallway. His ex kept pestering him about getting together. I leaned closer to listen as my arm lounged on top of Brock's shoulder to keep myself steady as I fakely zoned out.
"Babe, you know it was an accident."
"Don't call me that, Claire."
"But, Brock! You know you shouldn't break a girl's heart."
"You fucked another man. Don't be acting so innocent."
"Brock~ Hon~ Don't you wanna take this conversation to my bedroom first?" She flirted, hooking her finger to his collar.
I shoved her away, "Stay away from my bro, slut."
Brock glanced at me with a soft smile and walked away, gripping my hand tightly. I followed behind him closely as we walked towards our lockers. We spotted Evan, Jonathan and Ryan. "Hey bros!" Ryan called, hugging us both and heading to his locker which was directly beside Evan and mine.
Jonathan sighed and head to Brock's locker and his own. Tyler waved to us for a second as he slammed shut his locker and sped away to his homeroom room, Mister Coop of D34. "What's the rush for him?"
"He has to take a test that Mister Coop assigned only him yesterday. Mister Coop really hates him and Ryan."
"Why just Tyler only and not Ryan as well?" Brock questioned.
"Because Ryan actually bought him chocolates for Valentines Day just because Mister Coop hasn't felt any love or likeliness from any student in a total of ten years. But he still hates the behavior of Ryan." Evan explained, pulling out a math textbook, a large 10-subject Science and French textbook and a pencil bag.
I sighed as I reached into my organized but dull locker. "You're locker is a bit bland. Want to add some accessories to it?" Brock offered as he held out a small pouch for Locker Designing in High School.(I HAVE FOUND THOSE AT WAL-MART BTW!)
"Sure-" I replied before Evan butt in with his corny jokes, "You sound like a man advertising something in an advertisement on YouTube!"
We all chuckled calmly as Ryan and Jonathan headed off to their shared homeroom. Evan waved to us two, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at me. I sighed and blushed, closing my locker after I decorated it to the slightest of non-cringe. I held my text books to my chest proudly, my pencil case hanging from my belt loop.
"Let's hurry to homeroom, Brian."
I nodded and gripped his hand in mine with a childish grin. David Beckham is still better but Brock comes in second place. God, David Beckham is so fucking awesome. Fuck his haters, they don't understand how awesome he is. Though, Brock isn't too far off.
As Always.
{Jonathan's POV}
I sat down in my assigned seat, Evan sat in front of me with Sydney and Carlie., two popular cheerleaders who are super cuties. Ryan finally sat down, Droidd to his left and a new loner girl that ships everyone in this class with someone.
My two friends, Luke and my sister sat next to me. They were chatting about Tyler's party tonight. I didn't feel like talking so I kept my mouth shut. Should I go? Probably not. Mom really wouldn't like it if we left to a party since Dad is the one watching over us this weekend.
Hopefully that drunk abusive mother fucker will leave me and my sister alone this weekend. He seriously needs to find a better girlfriend or a better life to live. No one would care if he fucking died anyway so why does he have to stay alive.
I sat up as the teacher called my name, "Wi, Madame Foreinsah~" I answered in French.
A few girls fangirled as I spoke softly. Other girls just swooned or stared in awe at me. I spoke French more fluent than the average French male. I was just that good.
I only joined French 1A class with Evan and Marcel because we're going on a field trip to Paris, France for the Eiffel tower and a few other popular tourist places in France and Europe. I want to be fluent in it enough to understand strangers and passerby's.
Evan turned around in his seat and I sighed because I knew he was going to ask me if I was okay. He does it every day, every single damn day. "Hey Johnny-boy"
"What?"
"Are you o-gaaaaaaay?"
"Yes, I am okay."
Sudden bursts and fits of laughter surrounded us, alarming the teacher and causing her to glare at me and Evan.
I caught on as he winked at me. "I AM NOT GAY! WHAT THE FUCK?!"
The teacher stood and walked over to me and Evan, sending us out into the hallway. She calmed the rest of the class and went back to checking grades and what not. I sighed as I leaned against the wall, keeping a moderately normal distance from Evan with a blank stare towards Tyler's homeroom door.
"Wanna burst in like those video games? Breach and clear it like they're all enemies?"
"Nah. Maybe some other day if we can manage to do this again."
Evan smiled and nodded, "Maybe."
I shuffled nervously on my feet and glanced over at my friend, "Why the hell are you obsessed with my gold rimmed sneakers, Evan?"
"Because they are sooooo fashionable. Just like you." Evan laughed, "Which is why you're so gaaaaay~!"
"Whatever." I sighed.
He's not wrong but I can never let my friends know that. That is for damn sure. "Have you even had a girlfriend or some of that pussy ever since that one girl, Syd?"
"Absolutely not. Sydney was my last female love. Or lover in general. I am just done with love anyway."
"Maybe you'll hook up and make out with someone at the party at Tyler's vacation resort tonight."
"Nah. I'm not going. Not unless my bodyguard bunny is coming."
"You mean foolish McGgee, right?"
"No, I meant Ohm. Ryan, ya fuck."
"That's who I was meaning. That bunny bitch can hardly protect you."
"Nah, he's pretty muscular. I think he's worked out more hours than you have. Everyone in gym class always picks him to be on their team and anyone is lucky if he is in their homeroom for intermirals."
"Wow, you talk about him like he's a bunny god or some shot. You got a boy crush on Ryan already?"
"Nah. He's been friends with me longer than you to be completely honest. (Not true btw, just for this story it is lol)."
"Whatever." Evan grumbled, pure jealousy and hurt visible in his eyes.
I sighed and nudged Evan in the ribs, despite how short he was compared to him. "You're still a great friend of mine too, you dumb ass. You and Ryan were my first friends ever since this hell hole began. Ever since Elementary School. You two are the only friends I could ever want to even have."
Evan smiled lightly, hopes brought up almost instantly. "Thanks, bro."
"No problem."
"Boys, you both can come back in now."
"Wi, Madame Foreinsah"
She smiled at me before disappearing back into the classroom, both of us following her in. I sighed and whispered to myself, "I'm not gay... It's not evident right?" before closing the door and walking back to my seat quietly.
"Now then, today you will be watching the Channel One news. Enjoy it while you can. You'll be writing a summarized paper of 10th grade sentences, about 5-10 of them. Make sure you head your paper like you're in college and absolutely no talking or I will assume you are cheating. This will be taken as a test grade so pay attention and do well. Good luck, students."
Ugh. Fridays...
