The Fag Swag [boyxboy]

The Fag Swag {2}

                She grabbed my hand and pulled me to first period. I waited anxiously until it was time for lunch. I pulled Molly to a table outside and sat down across from her with our lunches.

                “So? What’s your plan?” I asked.

                She pulled out an Arnold Palmer, opened it, and took a sip of it before speaking. “Now listen to me Nick; you can’t say no until you hear me out,” she said, fixing me with a look.

                I groaned and face palmed myself. “I knew it was going to involve me getting arrested,” I said, shaking my head.

                “No! You’re not getting arrested. Now hear me out man!” She hit me in the back of the head and glared. I whined but nodded at her to continue.

                She smiled at me comfortingly, which was the first sign that this plan was going to be incredibly crazy. I bit my lip.

                “Okay, well, first I have to test you. To make sure you’re ready to handle this plan,” she said.

                “And how are you going to test me?” I asked suspiciously.

                Molly grinned and stood up, holding her hand out to me. “Come to my locker with me,” she said. I eyed her hand before taking it. Molly pulled me to my feet and we entered the school.

                Molly pulled me down the sophomore hallway and I stared at her in confusion. “Molly, your locker’s not down this hallway,” I pointed out.

                Molly stopped and put a finger to her lip curiously. “Oh? It’s not. My bad. I guess I’m kind of off today. Sorry Nicky.” A smirk appeared on her face.

                “Wha-” I started, but Molly cut me off abruptly by shoving me as hard as she could.

                I stumbled back, arms pin wheeling to try to keep my balance. I felt myself slam into someone and heard their books fall to the ground. 

                “Hey, sorry,” I said as I finally got my balance back.

                I spun to face the person I was apologizing to, but felt the front of my shirt being grabbed roughly. My eyes widened as I realized who my best friend had just shoved me into.

                Phillip Brooks glared at me, fury pouring off of him. My eyes snapped to Molly’s face in terror, wondering why she had done this to me. Phil would freaking kill me!

                “Be mean,” she mouthed.

                Oh my god. This was my test?! If I passed this, I was going to freaking die! Phil wouldn’t let me live if I mouthed off to him!

                But if I didn’t mouth off to him, Molly would find a way to come up with something even worse. I gulped, and prepared myself for the pain.

                “Watch where you’re going,” I snapped and smacked his hands off of my shirt.

                “I was standing. You’re the moron who fell on me,” Phil snapped right back. He clenched his fists tightly and took a step towards me.

                “Oh! Hey! Look at that. You look strong and muscular. Didn’t mean to run into you. It was a complete accident. You know what? You don’t even have to dunk my head in the toilet. I’ll do it for you. I’ll even give myself a swirly and a wedgie while I’m at it,” I babbled nervously, backing up in fear.

                Phil stopped and stared at me for a minute before bursting into laughter. “You’re a funny dude,” he said and slapped me on the arm.

                “Heh, yea,” I said nervously, rubbing my now smarting arm. I eyed Phil carefully, in case he decided to slap my face instead. Or break my neck. Yea, either of those might hurt just a smidge.

                “S-Sorry about running into you,” I said when Phil stopped laughing. I was afraid that if I tried to walk away from him, he would hit me while my back was turned.

                “Yea. Don’t ever do that again,” he snarled, the humor gone from his face. I nodded obediently and Phil gave me a rough shove. “Get out of my sight kid!” he snapped.

                “Can do,” I said in relief, saluting him before basically sprinting out of the hallway. I went back to the lunch room, and outside where Molly and I had been sitting before.

                Molly came out a few minutes later and glared at me. I glared right back and jumped up, storming over to her. I gripped her shoulders and shook her a little.

                “ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME KILLED?” I cried furiously.

                Molly rolled her eyes and shoved me off of herself. “Nick! If you can stand up to Phillip Brooks, you can stand up to anyone!” she said.

                “If I stand up to Phil, I’m going to get killed!” I said and groaned. “Great. Now I pissed off the bipolar badass of the school.”

                “Don’t lie. You think he’s sexy,” Molly said smugly, grinning.

                “Yes. Yes I do. But that doesn’t mean I want him to freaking kill me, Molly. I’d rather admire a boy like that from afar,” I grumbled, going over and sitting down.

                “Nicky, Nicky, Nicky. You’re going to learn to stand up to Phil. Get it? Got it? Good,” she said, patting my head.

                I swatted her hand away from me. “Stop it! I’m not standing up to someone who can break every bone in my body by poking me!” I whined.

                “Too late. He’s already pissed at you, and it won’t take much to fuel that fire,” she said with a wink. I stared at her in absolute horror.

                “You wouldn’t,” I whispered.

                “Try me.” Her smirk grew.

                “And how are you going to do that?” I challenged, knowing full well how she planned to do it. Dammit. I needed to find a non crazy best friend. Preferably one who didn’t apparently wish for me to get killed by the badass of the school.

                “You know I’m friends with his best friend. That Angel kid has been after me forever,” Molly said, rolling her eyes at the thought of him.

                “Angel wouldn’t,” I growled, not actually knowing if that kid would or not. I didn’t know him. I just knew he had been trying to get with Molly since the beginning of time.

                “No, it’s not Angel like the things from heaven. It’s pronounced like ‘on-Hell’. He’s from Spain or Mexico or Puerto Rico or something,” Molly said with a shrug. “There’s a little accent mark over the A. Anyways, he’d do anything for me. Unlike you, I can occasionally abuse infatuation.”

                “Molly, please don’t,” I begged desperately.

                “Too late. See you next period. I have to go find and talk to Angel,” Molly said happily before rushing inside. I stared after her, cursing my life and my need for crayons all those years ago in preschool.