a fanfic i wrote about two bigots in my class

chap 2 (andrew pov)

I rushed into class, breathless and panicked. I'm never late for school, since my mom is a teacher. Today was a bit different though...my sister had thought it would be a good idea to prank us by changing our clocks. It wasn't.

Now it's 8:30, and I barely have time to settle in. I greet Alessandro with our handshake and collapse into the desk, seconds before my teacher comes in.

"Good morning Andrew."

I nod and take out my computer. I have to share with my sister, so I better use it as much as I can. It's an HP laptop...not exactly the best. I open it up and I see my face reflecting back. Shuddering, I turn on my laptop. I don't like how I look. It's the worst thing about me actually. If I didn't have this face, I'd be popular with all the ladies. I mean I play sports, and the trumpet. I like Eminem, and Metallica. What girl could resist me?

I take a peek at Alessandro, and his best friend Alex. Alex thinks he's better than me. He isn't. In every game we play I beat him, he's just too stubborn to admit it. (*he does not win. it almost always results in a tie.) He's glaring at me, and his eyes narrow, its almost like he's saying "Back off." But what could he be talking about?

Anyway, back to me. Even though I have a great personality, nobody really wants me. It's kind of disheartening really. At least the boys hang out with me, but I don't think that they do it because they care about me. I think its more of a joke.

I sit through Literature and Science class. And then it's Social Studies. Social Studies is my favorite, because we might get to learn about war. I think war is interesting. The teacher comes in with her rolling cart of goodies. She announces that we are, in fact, learning about war.

"Yes!!"

I get a few stares..is it really that weird? I hear a few whispers of "Nerd." So what if I'm a nerd? War is great! A few of the girls roll their eyes and gossip with each other. I think it's weird, because they call each other "Mommy." That's gay, and I don't really support that. I listen intently to the lesson. It's about World War I.

The best 45 minutes of my life ends and then it's off to recess. I'm not quite sure why we still have recess, but it could be because I go to private school. K-8. The boys usually play basketball, so we do that. Today we're doing king of the hill. Per Alessandro's request, it's me and Alex. He taunts me by giving me a nasty smirk while he sets up at the top of the key. By now I'm a bit intimidated. But I can't let him win. He's a proud asshole and I won't back down.

I get ready to defend him and look him straight in the eyes. He doesn't care, and just starts dribbling. I am pretty tall, and compared to Alex I'm a giant. I try and follow him, fumbling a little but I manage to keep up. The thing about me and Alex is that we can't shoot. He puts it up and I'm a bit late to jump up, but he misses. The jump was a regret, because I still was in the air when Alex raced to get the rebound. I yell in frustration, and try to catch up. He puts it up again but no dice. I get the rebound. I quickly dribble away from the basket to the top of the key to clear it. I can only shoot threes and even then I miss more than I make. Alex is right behind me. I shoot it without thinking, but I missed again. We both speed towards the basket and all of a sudden Alex blocks me by stopping in front of me. I bump into him and fall. He is propelled forwards, and he grabs the ball and makes an easy shot. I sigh in defeat. Alex cheers and the boys watching pat on the back and laugh.

Alessandro approaches me and helps me up. He doesn't say a word but touches my shoulder and walks away. I dust myself off and look up. I see Alex, walking in the middle of a group of boys with this longing but bitter expression on his face. He looks away scowling. What's his problem?