Dead In The Mist

Part Two: It's Nice To Have A Friend

Tom Holland as Avery ^

Avery

The halls were empty as I wandered through the school. My footsteps were echoing in the long corridor as I headed to my locker. I passed by a few classrooms that didn't have a single student in them. They were just as vacant as the entire building. Not surprised, everyone was sent home and doing their class online because of the virus. The only reason I'm here is to pick my stuff up.

I saw a few shelves that held the school's trophies, won from many competitions. The university hosted a lot of games. Badminton, volleyball, swimming, basketball and football. I remember seeing the varsity team. Tall and athletic bodies cheering altogether as they earned another trophy that would add to the already massive collection of victories of our competitive school.

I used to stare at the men's team. It didn't matter what sport they were playing. I like to admire their athletic bodies, beefy figures all huddled together with good looking faces. It was an amazing sight. Sometimes I'd get caught staring though, my gayness and preference for the male gender evident for anyone to notice.

"You're ogling at them again. You really need to be lowkey about it, some of those guys are already taken," Angelo whispered beside me. I chuckled at his warning, I didn't really care if anyone noticed me. A lot of people admired them so it wouldn't raise any suspicion if I was one of them.

"I don't give a single fuck if the entire school noticed, Angelo. No one really cares about that stuff. How about you? I don't see you 'ogling' at anyone recently, you don't like them?" I asked as I faced him. He was wearing a cute button up shirt with designer jeans on and a pair of ridiculously pricey Valentino sneakers. That's one of many things we share; expensive taste.

It was worth it though, the countless compliments we got from our lavish clothing was lovely. I remember going shopping with him, my lanky arms almost fell off with the number of bags we took home.

"Them? Oh god, no. Ew, that's just gross. Why would I even bother looking at them? Most of them are dumb as hell and the majority are assholes. The question is; why do you like them? They're good looking but that's it. They don't even have a personality since they're braindead, they're so boring. I mean yeah, they might be good in bed so hooking up with them would be amazing. But with the dreamy look on your eyes everytime you stare at them, I think you want more than that. And that's a big no-no, Ave. They're gonna play you like they do with everyone because they're a bunch of mean assholes," Angelo said with a disgusted look, like the mere existence of the people he's talking about made him sick.

Angelo looks harmless when you first see him. His reddish brown hair swaying along as he shook his head, the rather adorable features on his face long gone and now replaced with utter distaste of his fellow humans.

Angelo and I almost had the same height. I'm 5'5 and he's a couple inches smaller, making us look like siblings since we hang out for most of the time. His blunt yet very tender personality doesn't even compare to mine so I was stunned when we became best friends before I even knew it. I'm nice but that can change into something entirely different. I remember seeing a couple of testosterone overdosed pricks messing with a freshman, I simply tapped the other guy's broad shoulder and asked if there was a problem with a smile on my face.