Boys, Boys, Boys.... [boyxboy]

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Aiden-

"Where were you all of yesterday?" Simon asked.

I looked around the math classroom, looking for anything, anything at all that would distract me from Simon's suspicious face.

"You disappeared just after school started. When Mr. Gregor took attendance in Bio, both you and that Caleb kid were gone," He said.

I couldn't think of anything to say. Tell my best friend that I spent my first day of Junior year getting high with his new delinquent neighbor and then getting fat at Mickey D's? Yeah, that would go over well.

"Were you with him? What did he do to you? Kidnap you and take you to his basement for satanic rituals?" Simon asked.

"He doesn't do satanic rituals," I said.

Simon threw up his hands. "Oh, one day and you know all about him? Is that it? That's just great, Aiden, just great."

"What's your problem?" I demanded, starting to get pissed.

"Nothing. You've just found your new best friend is all. Good for you," he said bitterly.

I grinned a little. "That's it? You're jealous?"

He scoffed, "Me? Jealous of the Backstreet boy wannabe? No way."

"You're my best friend, bro. I can barely stand Snider, anyway," I said, trying to convince both Simon and myself.

"Whatever. Just forget about it," Simon said.

He hunched his shoulders and slumped forward in his seat. His crystal blue eyes looked tired and sad, and his blond hair was messed up like he had been running his hands through it before class.

"Something else is bothering you," I said.

He didn't say anything. I touched his shoulder gently.

"I saw Sarah and Tollins together yesterday at lunch, all over each other," he said drearily.

Internally, I cursed Corbin and Sarah for hurting my friend. But another part of me was glad that Sarah was not with Simon and that Corbin had stolen her from him. Horrible, I know. I'm a bad friend, right? But, you have to realize that all these years I've had the feeling of being the third wheel. Then again, I had just realized I had had that feeling not too long ago. So...

Yeah.

In the halls, I saw Caleb heading my way. He grinned and I smiled. Up behind Caleb, Lance was trying to catch up to him. Oh no...

"Caleb! Watch out!" I yelled, capturing the attention of mostly everyone in the hall.

Caleb turned just as Lance raised a fist. Lance swung, but Caleb lifted his own hand and grabbed Lance's, stopping its momentum. Lance looked more than a little shocked. In fact, he looked purely stupefied.

"You can look, but don't touch," Caleb said, in a triumphant voice.

Then he released Rutherford and finished making his way towards me. I clapped for him. Really, I couldn't help it.

"Guys like that really grate my cheese," he said darkly.

"I believe we have Bio with Simon next cause he said when they took attendance yesterday we both were on the roster," I said.

"K, let's go, Pretty boy," he said, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

We entered the class with seconds till the late bell. We sat at the lab table at the back with Simon and shy, reserved Samantha Pardon.

"Heya, Samantha," I greeted.

She gave a small wave.

The teacher walked into the room and scanned his attendance. "Ah, thank you so much for gracing us with your presences today, Mr. Snider and Mr. Gray," he said.

Caleb bowed. The teacher scrunched up his nose in distaste.

"We'll be looking at sponges today. You may dissect them and do the lab worksheet..." I stopped listening after that point.

In reality, Samantha did the lab while Simon and I sliced up the sponge in a million and two ways and Caleb mutilated his textbook with the miniature scalpel. Quite a lab table we have.

"What did you do over the summer?" I asked Samantha, trying to make polite conversation.

"I worked as a lifeguard and volunteered at the animal shelter," she said.

"Hey, that's really cool. The shelter over on North Street?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I live over there. You still volunteering?" I asked.

"Yeah, on Sundays. Maybe you'd like to join me sometime?" She said, an unsure tilt to her voice.

"Most definitely," I said, smiling at her.

She blushed and kept working. Simon gave me a not so subtle thumbs up. Caleb on the other hand, "accidentally" kicked me with his big ass combat boot.

"Ouch!" I said, glaring at him.

He shrugged, not so innocently.

"Sorry, gorgeous. My foot slipped." He said.