𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 - byler

22

"i can't believe finals are coming up next week," jane whined.

"we could... study together," devin suggested while wiggling her eyebrows.

jane hit her arm and laughed, "devin, i actually need to study," she suddenly hid behind devin.

"what-" she understood when she saw will walk by, "oh, come on. he's fruity."

jane moved from behind her, "fruity?"

"never mind. how about your place tonight?"

"devin," they stared at each other for a bit, "fine, but we have to actually study."

"got it, miss," devin saluted her.

-

"winter break is so close yet so far away."

"it'll be here before we know it," max patted lucas' shoulder.

will walked up to them, "3 hours for each final. yay!" will pretended to cheer.

"no, do not remind me of what is coming next week," lucas covered his head with his hands, obviously stressed, "i only want to be thinking about winter break and christmas and presents and santa."

max pulled his hands from his face, "what about me?"

"huh?" lucas' face heated up.

"aren't we all gonna hang out over break?"

"oh yeah, yeah, yeah but christmas. also, i can't go with you guys on friday."

"that's fine," will said.

"but if mike tries anything-"

"you'll beat the shit out of him. yes, i got it," will interrupted.

when the bell rang, the trio parted ways. on his way to class, will saw a small crowd around a person on the ground.

"what's that, four eyes?" troy sneered.

"i said, 'go blow your dad, you-'" troy kicked richie in the stomach and he groaned in pain, "oh, fuck. that hurt, that hurt."

will was a bit anxious but he decided to confront them, "what are you doing?"

"what's it to you, fairy?" troy chuckled which caused his friends to laugh along. "go away before i put my fist in your face."

"you looking to get suspended again?" his group went silent and then looked over at someone jogging over.

mr. darlington was rushing to his class since he was caught up in traffic, "what's going on here, guys? get to class."

troy's friends started to walk away, "guys, wait. oh, my god."

"no need to call me that, troy." mr. darlington chuckled.

"i wasn't-" troy sighed before turning to will and mouthing "you're dead" and walking away.

the teacher greeted will and continued rushing to class.

richie put on his glasses, "shit, you're cute."

"thanks," will helped him up.

"thanks for helping. i'm richie," he adjusted his glasses and stuck his hand out.

will shook his hand, "no problem. i gotta get to class."

"me too. see you later..."

"will."

richie smiled, "will."

-

it was now lunch and james was waiting for mike as he put stuff away in his locker.