Two Sides of the Same Coin Lams College AU {Mature} {Completed}

Chapter 12 ⚠️

⚠️ TW: homophobic slurs, death, domestic violence ⚠️

John's POV - Saturday, September 26, 2020, 2:34 pm

I was hanging out with Laf and Herc when Alex called me. I frowned and picked up the phone.

"Hey, Alex, what's up?"

"John, they're back." He sounded nervous.

"Who's back?"

"The Owenses. Their suspension ended today."

"I thought they switched everything around, got you a different roommate."

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that we still live in the same building."

"Just don't bother him, and he shouldn't bother you. He can't even get to your floor, right? He's on the third floor?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Then you'll be fine. Look, why don't you get out of the dorms for a bit? C'mon, I'll take you out to lunch. Maybe we can have one uninterrupted lunch date."

"Th-that sounds... nice. Where should I meet you?"

"Right outside Dennison Hall. I'll pick you up around three?"

"You make it sound like you're going to be in a car or some shit."

"Who says I won't be?"

"Students aren't supposed to have cars on campus."

"Yeah, you're right. See you in twenty."

"See you." He hung up.

I said goodbye to Herc and Laf, then rushed back to my dorm. It was deserted. Max was working at the café today. I ran into my room, then contemplated what to wear. I looked down at my light green turtle t-shirt, jeans, and white Converse and decided to throw on a green zip-up hoodie to match. I fixed up my hair and grinned at myself in the mirror, then headed out to meet Alex.

When he emerged from Dennison Hall at 2:58, He was wearing a black hoodie, blue jeans, and black Converse, with his hair tied up in a ponytail. I grinned at him, then grabbed his hand.

"You ready?"

He smiled. "Yep."

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Alex's POV - Saturday, September 26, 2020, 3:17 pm

We sat down at a table in the school's food court, and John set the bag of Chick-fil-a on the table. I smirked at him.

"Y'know, when you said lunch date, this isn't quite what I was expecting."

He grinned. "What were you expecting? Some classy five-star restaurant with the napkins folded like little swans?"

"Eh."

He laughed. God, I love his laugh. It was infectious, and could scare away even the darkest of clouds and bring back the sun. I smiled.

"So," he said, "Since you are approximately eight years old, here's your nuggets." He slid a box of nuggets across the table.

"Ha, ha," I replied. "Very funny, Mr. Spicy Chicken Sandwich."

"What?" He said. "They're good."

"Whatever you say, little one."

"I'm older than you!"