Maybe I Like You [bxb]

Chapter 7: Guys! This Is Not Power Rangers!

"OhmieGosh Ian! You are so brave! You fought off a Mountain Lion," the girl gushes, putting her hands on Ian's shoulder.

"Yes, that's how I got this scratch," Ian milks it all up, showing the girl a scratch on his arm. Ian's brother was visiting and he had a little daughter who had scratched Ian, when he tried to steal one of her chocolates. The shameless bastard was really juicing up the tiny scratch.

"You got terrified of your own fart yesterday," I say blankly standing next to them. The girl's smile falters and she step back.

"I'll see you.. uhmm.. never," she mumbles quickly and disappears.

"Dude what the heck!" Ian punches me. "Why are you so jealous of me?"

"It's true though," I smirk.

"Hey! I was just caught off guard. I didn't know I could be that loud," he says defensively.

"Whatever dickhead.. Have you seen Luke?"

"Nope, maybe he's in his hole worshipping his stationaries," Ian jokes and we were laughing around, when Tim and his boys pass by. 

Now we all never actually say it, but Max was kind of our leader. Maybe it was because he was the football team captain, or maybe because he was the one who always gets into fights and we have to help him around till he stopped crying for revenge.

But Tim was actually the leader of his group. Well he was also the basketball team captain, but he made his boys work for him, he beat them up and he made them admit that he was their leader. The dude was so narcissist, that we all believed he jerked off in front of the mirror. He was just plain weird. Max on the other hand, never imposed order over anybody. His hot temper aside, he was liked by everybody.

We did not get along with Tim because he tried to force his rule over us once. Max as usual lost it, it was an ugly fight. Ian broke his thumb and Alex got a bad hip, which he claims has healed but we all saw him wobbling for the first few weeks. So basketball team and football team are like two divisions of the school. Thankfully we were liked better, cause we were decent chaps.

"What's up with him?" Ian muses as Tim suddenly starts kicking one of the boys. "Did his mirror get a crack while he was touching himself?"

"Naa.. I think he finally got sick of tasting himself," I shrug.

"Eww.." Ian laughs disgusted. "I'll meet you in the class. I need to take a massive leak before class."

I take out my phone, comfortably leaning against my locker because I still had five minutes to class. 

"Oi faggie faggie!" Tim sings teasingly making me look up. Julian was walking past them. He turns around and gives them the finger.

"Come here, and give me good suck sugar," Tim calls after him.

"Well your mother did it much better last night. Ask her to do it for ya," Julian retorts making me laugh quietly. Tim pushes away the boys around him, menacingly going after Julian who was speedily walking away.

"What did you just say?" he asks threateningly. 

"Sorry, I got class," Julian smiles and goes inside his class. What this moron doesn't know, is that Tim doesn't care for classes or teachers, and he would without doubt go after him. So I do the most obvious thing and block his path.

"Hello Timmy!" I say with a bright smile.

"Get out of my way Dylan," Tim growls trying to push me away. Well I was much stronger than him, because Tim dear was a Meth addict and didn't workout regularly. Whereas I had Max, the gym Hitler as my coach.